The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1897-03-25

W M 0hH I Uou SpCNf.' says nc HGrShlU.
ought to produce, ",hat you want to
marry her for her money, and that she
wants to marry you for your title"
"DO thcy?" says Mr.. Brooke. LAS a
rule tho mighty they are always right,
but for onco they are at fault If she
wants to marry mc for my title, Pm
sorry for her. Firstly, because Pm 60
ing to marry some one else, and, second
ly, because if did marry hcr tho covct-
cd titlo would not be hers until her
hair was gray, the old boy being about
as strong at present as any annuitant.
And as for me, | most solcmnly swear
l don't want to marry her, either for
her money or anything olsc. "
"Ah! But you did," says shc.
Gwen If SO you should not be the
ono to reproach me- says he.
Yes That's true. Pm bound to
you, says she, nesting closer to him.
"And," III an awed tonc, "whon will
you tell her about it, Gcorge?"
She hcsitates so admirably over the
pronouncing Of his maze that George
laughs and catching up her pretty hand
kisses the pink palm of it with rapture.
First thihs toToi-Gw,' says he. "To
tell you tho truth, l think she has an
inllling Of it. She said something about
you the othor day that looked as if she
was jealous
"Sho couldn', : =. ,..'t-:- =" doesn't
love, says DuII..y, N!,n conviction.
"Oh, - with little, long drawn sigh,
lit is dreadful to feel joalousr'
"9ou needn't havo felt it," says he
tendcrly.
But did. l couldn't bear to think
she was to belong to you, while l.
Wen, with happy little sigh this
tlmo that brings tears into hor eyes,
I'm not jealous now I wonder what
she'll say to you?'
"Givo mo good day no doubt and re-
Jolcc over quittancc Of bad rubbish.
Alter all, she was throwing herself
away. A girl with !. couple of millions
might easily have mahc her own of a
better match than am likely to prove. /"
She could have made no better
match" Indignantly. "Oh," starting,
IS that Agnes calling? Oh, come, let
us run! Wo havo been here drcadfully
long time"
III tomorrow, then" SAYS he,
catching her in his arms and kissino
her. '"Tomorrow, 1 pray heaven, will
leave mo free to toll all tho world that
| love YOU"
Tomorrow, however, brings its own
plans-with the hot water at s which n
man brings him, voritablo bombshcll
IN the shape Of letter, that blows ali
ms intentions to pieces
uls uncle, Lord Farnham, is dead, so
writes Lord Farnham's lawyer, and hos
ie1t ms nephew not only tho title, which
nc couldn't keep from him, but his en-.
,'ro fortune, $4,000 year. AT tho
iast tho name had hcCn too much for tho
old man. Ho had given his all for tho
hcoplha up or 1t. He had even given IN
ms revenge, thouGh,' if he had known
It, no could hardly have mado his noph
CIV more unhappy than by the bcstowal
Vi inns most unlocked for gift
How is he to go to Miss Morlantt now
and demand his liberty? With tho title
ana the fortune, too, in both his hands.
DO" Is ne TO ask her to break Off his OH
gagcment? His soul sinks like lead
"lthlh him. 1t was such an open ar
r"hgcment between them, sho to piyo
iiioIicy, NO tho title; that now when no
ilhds himself independent of her money
IL seems impossible to ask her to lot
MN go free from tho dotosted bond,
last hight for lifo animates him. He
VIII seek an interview with Miss Nor.
,"no AFTER breakfast and put tho case
i'ir'S Dctoro her. If she still elected to
adhere to their original contract, SO be
IT, Goodby then to life and Joy and
happiness. Tho honor that alono ro-
mans will be but II poor comforter,
knowledge of Miss Morland tolls him
tnat Sho Will be very likely to assert her
riRhts and decide on keeping her hold
oi ',tio and estate. He manages to ask
nor 'or low minutes alone with him
"oloie leaving tho breakfast room.
something new in her faco as she an.
swcrs him.-granting tho required in.
terviow.-strikcs him at tho moment