The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1895-05-29
WHAT > BREAKFAST DID.

So here's health tefore we 60,
To those we leave behind!
WHAT > BREAKFAST DID.
''You love her, my son.
81 do"
''And have told her so?"
''Never in words, mother.
An expression of relief escaped Mrs.
Hawley's lips. And putting her hand
carelessly on her SON. S shoulder. she
said:
Herbert, when your brother mar
ried, having no daughter Of my own,
my heart was giaddened with the
thought that my boys wife would fill
the vacant place in both heart and
home. You know how terribly I was
disappointed. Oh. my boy, with this,
Albert's dreadful mistake, ever before
you. I fear you will do likewise.
Louise Delmar is not the girl to make
you happy. The petted favorite of
such a woman as Mrs. Courtney, her
aunt, whose whole life is devoted to
fashion, what can you expect Of
Louise? Promise me You will pro-
cee6 no further in this matter until
you know better; that is. until you
find out she is different from what
she seems.
s'Oh, mother, how can I ever know
her better unless 1 become something
more to her than mere acqualnt-
ance? Do not bind me with such a
promise .
ssI must. Promise me, my SON.
Your happiness is my only aim. If
she is worthy you willind it out some
time
".After another man has won her,
perhaps," said Herbert gloomily.
mo, think not. I do not ask you
to withdraw entirely from her society;
and if you have made favorable I'M
preston on her heart she will not
readily transfer her kindly feeling to
another" ?"
Mrs. Hawley won the promise she
sought. Poor fellow, The bright
hopes which filed his heart were sud-
denly dashed aside.
He believed Louise thought more
favorable of him than any of the
other young men who sought her So
ciety. He had determined, after
speaking to his mother on the subject,
. to tell his love and win her promise to
S&e his,wsSo, of course. the interview
with his mother, and the result, was
severe disappointment.
A few evenings after Mrs. Hawley
was seated in the parlor with Herbert.
Vainly she had endeavored to draw
him into conversation. He remained
in gloomy silence. And mis- mother
was wishing someone would come in,
to make it necessary for him to throw
off the depression, and exert himself
to be little agreeable, when the door
opened and the servant announced
':Mr. Mayo"
Tom Mayo was Herbert's chum and
class mate. Mrs. Hawley gladly vel
coined his coming. AS he acknowl-
edged her cordial greeting, he said:
HMy call is especially for you, Mrs.
Hawley, to solicit your influence with
that obstinate son of yours. I've been
pleading with him for week past to
promise he will 60 home with me to
Baltimore, and spend the Easter holi-
days. Ny sister has written me to
bring a couple of friends. She is 60
ing to have some of her school mates,
and we expect a very pleasant time.
But Herbert insists that he cannot.
VIII you help me-"
Mrs. Hawley was delighted with the
prospect, and earnestly joined her
efforts with his friends to induce him
to go.
At length they were successful.
And the next morning Tom, Herbert
and another friend left town for the
formers home
Three days after Mrs Hawley re-
ceived letter from her son, bringing
this information:
"On my arrival at Mayos I re-
ceived a surprise which would have
been a very happy one had not been
bound by that hard promise. You,
perhaps, will think it all a concerted
plan. But l tell you, and you will
believe me, I never dreamed Of meet
ing Louise, when stood before her in
Mrs. Mayo's drawingroom.
Notwithstanding the barrier against
any further progress In Herberts WOO
ing, he spent a very pleasant week.
New hope was in his heart. In daily
intercourse with Louise, his love grew
greater. He was convinced life with
her would be such as to make him the
happiest of mortalS.
4 proof TO him Of her worth was the
children fingered near and clung
about her while she listened with in
terest to their prattle, and busted her
fingers with little articles for their
amusement.
It was the lastevening Of their stay
Tom and his friend had prolonged
the pleasant visit to the last hour.
Herbert's business had not been so
pressing as the others, and he would
gladly have remained longer; but Of
course he felt bound to return when
they did.
It was a terrible night. The rain,
which had been falling during the
afternoon, came down in torrents.
There was no prospect of anything
better in the morning. Nevertheless
they must leave on the early train.
Herbert had accompanied Tom
down to the basement, in hunt for
sundry rubber coats and overshoes.
They were about to enter the kitchen
to make inquiries of Bridget, when a
wall, as OF the greatest grief and de-
spair escaped that worthys lips.
Herbert started back with a look Of
much anxiety Tom whispered:
Nothing CT much consequence.
Something has gone wrong with her.
Stand back a little and be quiet; we
shall soon know the trouble.
And soon it was as Tom predicted
Bridget groaned forth: