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

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that though no word has yet been spo-
ken eaoh knows tho others heart, and
sitting hero today in this little, danger
ously lonely retreat q sonso of passion.
ato protest against tho fato that is divid-
ing them is thrilling through every
tone.
"We ought to go back" says Miss
Demo presently in q rathor changed
tone. Sho had been u little offended
perhaps by the frivolity Of his answer.
ooh, not yet, surely. Wo havo been
here SO short time, and to got away
from Shirloy's banjo, if only for min
ute or two, is so intonso relief" "
"It is more than minute or two,"
rising. "Wc havo been hore an immense
time. Agncs-Mrs. Shrloy-will bo
! wondering what has become of us. So,"
regarding him steadily, twill Miss
Morland.
"Lct her wonder. Besides. she has
forgotten us by this time in tho delight
of Lord Tottenhams society. l wonder
what she secs in that old fossil? For my
part I'm always thinking when with
him of what l don't sce-hair, teeth,
| etc. -
''She is very kind to him, poor old
man.
"And amiability is her strong point.
How many charms you havo discovered
in her of lato. "
"I don't think you ought to speak Of
her like that" says the girl, turning
upon him with little flash in her lovo-
ly eyes "You shouldn't criticiso her. y
"Why not? | certainly Shan't bo ablo
to criticisc her next month, so l may rs
well make the most of my timo now.
Next month'-Slowly, and almost def
antly-"I shall be tho blessed proprietor
Of Mrs Brooke, and it is not pcrmiSsi-
bio to criticisc one s own wife, whatever
you may do with regard to your
friends"
Ho has spoken deliberately and with
socming unconcCrn, though in truth his
heart il torn III two by II very passion
Of despair and regret. They are both
standing, but sho has turned sharply
aside and has SO placed herself that no
cannot sec her face. He had meant to
provoke somo word from her, and her
silence maddcns him.
'What are you thinking of?' asks he
angrily, going up to her and compelling
her to return his gaze.
She has grown very pale, but she
meets his eyes without tlinching.
'Nothing,' says she in tono out
Of which all her courage cannot keep
the sound Of dcsolaton.
"A woman's answer. l know what
you were thinking of for all that-that
thero is no more dcspicablc thing on
earth than man who marrics woman
for her money. Yet what was l to do?
Was the old namc to be forever lower
cd? y titlc-and $500 "A yoar-how do
they 90 together? Money I felt that [
must have, and when it camo my way
took it. DO you think l don't care
now? But the thing is done. And my
unclc-that old man-ho is perfect
devil, he will do nothing for me- am
ticd-am bound'
Eyes says she simply. She has
taught herself indeed to regard it in
tins light. Of very old family herself,
the demands of race seem natural to
her. To give up all for the sake Of the
old namc-that has reason in it-but
that it should be they two who must
! give up-that seems hard!
''Why done you sprak?" says he
harShly. "Iou dcspiso me; you
| think'-
Il think nothing but what is kind of
you,' says she, her voice trembling,
but hor face full of a gentle dignity. 81
do not despisc you. Why should I? l
thnk you are doing right. When an old
title comes to one, it should ho regarded
as sacred charge, and you-you meant
to DO the bnst you could for it. You
wlll he able, i'll spite Of your uncle, to
keep up the old namc'-
ION, d-n the old namor' inter-
rupts he pasSionatcly, with a deep
groan He has spoken very low certain.
ly--and certainly it seems as though
tho word had been forced from him
against his will-but Dorothy, hearing
TINS terrible speech, grows dumb. 10 SO
denouncc the "old namc!" She pauscs
gazing at him as if thundcrstruck.
neg your pardon" says he moodi-
~. Why has She taken it all SO much
for granted? Is there no loopholc of cs.
cape? If she had cared as much as he
does, would she have been SO ready ia
acknowledge the claims of the cold
namc?' "Doyou never think, Dorothv -
says he slowly, "of how it miuht have
been if-if'-
with little swift, imperative gesture
she puts up her hand and checks him.
l1er very lips are white. Her large ewes
gro" suddenly larger as cruel, snartino
tears I'LL thcni. Even as Brooke gazcs
at her, two bright drops overflow her
'ids and run quickly down her pale
cheeks
"Dorothyr says ne, making u movo.
ment toward her.
mo, no Don't mind mel" SAYS she
bravely' repulsng him with eager
hands. You are doing what is best for
you, indeed, md-and uftclward ym,
VIII 10 glad that Yes s''-ncrvously-
land bcSidcs".-
noh' that will do" says he bitterly.
why should you trouble yourself to
try and reconcile me to my fate? | dare
say there arc worse things that minbt
De1"il man than having to accent =
fortune -
l wish, says she in hcar,Lrol,cn
hat