The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1897-03-23

wing dOnC you Spedkf' says ne huTehtU.
ought to produce, "that you want to
marry her for her money, and that she
wants to marry you for your title"
"Do they?' says Mr.. Brooke. "As q
rule the mighty they are always right,
but for once they are at fault. If she
wants to marry mt for my title, Pm
sorry for her. Firstly, because Pm CO.
ing to marry some one else, and, second
ly, because if l did marry her the covet-
ed title would not be hers until her
hair wa gray, the old boy being about
And as for mo, I most solemnly swear
I don't want to marry her, either for
her money or anything else"
"Ah! But you did,, says she.
Gwen if so you should not be the
IL to reproach me-" says he.
eyes. That's true. I'm bound to
you" says sho, nesting closer to him.
"And," in an awed tone, "when will
you tell her about it, G~eorgeT
She hesitates so admirably over the
pronouncing Of his name that George
laughs and catching up her pretty hand
kisses the pink palm of it with rapture.
First thing tomorrow, " says he. "To
tell you the truth, I think sho has TN
inkling Of it. She said something about
you the other day that looked as if she
was jealous"
"She couldn't bo jealous-she doesn't
love-" says Dorothy, with conviction.
"Oh," with a little, long drawn sigh,
cit is dreadful to feel ~jealousr'
"You needn't have felt it." says he
tenderly.
but I did. I couldn't bear to think
she was to belong to you, while L
WE'LL" with q happy little sigh this
time that brings tears into her eyes,
"I'm not jealous now. 1 wonder what
she'll say to your"
"Give me good day no doubt and re.
joice over a quittance of bad rubbish.
After all, she was throwing herself
away. A girl with a couple Of millions
might easily have made her own of q
better match than l am likely to prove. ,
"She could have made no better
match" Indignantly. "Oh," starting,
"is that Agnes calling? Oh, come, let
us run! We have been here a ~dreadfully
long time"
Till tomorrow, them" says he,
catching her in his arms and kissing
her. Tomorrow, I pray heaven, will
leave me free to tell all the world that
/ love you"
Tomorrow, however, brings it's own
plans-with the hot water at s which O
man brings him, a veritable bombshell
in the shape Of n letter, that blows all
his intentions to pieces.
His uncle, Lord Farnham, is dead, sc
writes Lord Farnham' lawyer, and l,as
left his nephew not only the title, which
he couldn't keep from him, but his ell.
tire fortune, Ella, 600 a year. At the
last the name had been too much for the
old man. He had given his all for the
keeping up Of it. He had even given ND
his revenge, though, if he had known
it, he could hardly have made his neph-
ew moro unhappy than by the bestowal
of this most unlocked for gift.
How is he to go to Miss Morland now
and demand his liberty? With the title
and the fortune, too, in both his hands,
how is he to ask her to break off his en-
gagement? His soul sinks like lead
within him. 1t was such an open ar
rangement between them, she to give
money, he the title, that now when he
finds himself independent of her money
it seems impossible to ask her to let
him go free from tho detostcd bond.
A last fight for life animates him. He
will seek an interview with Miss Nor
land after breakfast and put the case
fairly before 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 re-
mains will be but II poor comforter.
knowledge of Miss Morland tolls him
that she will be very likely to assert her
rights and decide or keeping her hold
Of title and estate. He manages to ask
her for q few minutes alone with him
before leaving tho breakfast room.
Something new in her face as she an
swers him-2rantipg tho required in.
terview-strikes him at the moment.
but not forcibly. OF late her moods
have been very variable.
"Now?" asks he.
"Tho ooner the better" returns she
shortly. "Tho library is always vacant
at this hour. Shall we go .hcre?"
"A good place., says nc, trying to
look calm, while his heart is humping
violently against his side, as though it
would burst its bonds.
Look here" says Miss Morlnnd as
rs oi,res the library door behind him.
"One word is as good rs tcn"-this il
the usual graceful style in which she
carries Oh her conversation. 81 know
quite we'll why you arc here, and / NAV
as well have tho first word. You ure
sick Of me, and I'm sick Of You. That's
it-isn't it?"
Really begins Brooke feebIy. He
is indeed 80 ovcrpowered by tho bril-.
liancy Of this attack that he finds words
difficult to him.
"The fact is, "goes on Miss Morland.
waving his attempt at q reply aside
with q gesture Of her large, firm hand,
II don't think there is tho romotest
chance of the old gentleman dying
Farnham. you know-and you without
the title aren't good enough"
II can quite understand that" saws
no gravely, shocked at her coarseness.
1T is, however, n pity you didn't think
OF that sooner. l presume it was never
me then; it vas only the title"
"Well, as far as that goes" says she,
Il presume it was never me either. It
was only the money" at this he colors
holly. She laughs. 'Doos that trouble
your says she. "Well. money olings
IN money you Lno>y ,,d I ,