The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1897-05-22


When Brian descended to the break
fast room next morning, he found Mar
garet alone.
She was standing near the open win
dow, and so intent upon arranging some
lilies in bowl that she did not notice
his presence until he was close beside
her.
His voice recalled her absent thoughts,
and. looking up with start, the warm
blood mounted to her brow. notwith-
standing her effort to control the mo-
mentary weakness.
Il did not expect to see you so soon.
she said, In answer to his Good morn
ing"
And ! did not expect 10 see you
alone. We are both disappointed
most agreeably WIN you allow me to
assist you? No? Perhaps you doubt
my ability. shall improve it by watch
ing you. Or, better still, shall take
advantage Of this opportunity to tell
you that / am sorry l ever came here.
That is poor compliment to Miss
Hilton and me, replied Margaret, with
an attempt at lightness, and an absorb
ing interest in her task.
You know what mean, he returned,
with some warmth. You know Why
the very sight of you is painful for me.
You seem happy enough, but am ut
terly miserable"
did you sleep well last night" she
broke in, with questionable irreleyancy,
placing the flowers, which she could
make no further pretext Of fixing, in the
middle of the table.
mo, didn't sleep at all, was the
rather short reply; Il was haunted"
4oAt II L..
why they don't bring in breakfast.
Will you ring that bell by you, pleasef"
"No, no! Wait one moment, Mar
garet. / dare say the coffee ism ready,
or the steak isn't cooked, or something
] don't like my breakfast half done; be-
sides, I'm not hungry
But am; I've had long ride this
morning"
you didn't use to ride at S'conset
Confound that holel How wish it had
been swallowed up before ever saw it!
Why did you deceive me, Margaret?
You told me your name was Smith
And so it was while j was there.
Others knew me as Miss Smith, why
shouldn't your"
She colored in spite of herself.
you might have told me afterward,
he continued, reproachfully. What a
difference it would have made,"
II understand, she replied, with not
a little scorn, and Brian, feeling that he
had committed himself again, was about
to say something in his own vindication,
when the door opened and Miss Hilton
entered, thus putting an end to the tete-
a-tete.
He saw Margaret's expression. OF re-
lief, and his heart sank accordingly
oh, 4,ll y11 d,
SO pleasantly and naturally that he be-
gan to feel less depressed. He was even
planning q quiet hour with her during
the morning, when she arose from the
table, with the words
Il think shall ride over to The Cedars,
Miss Hilton. haven't seen Alice since
my return, you know. | ain sure you
aud cousin Brian will have lots 10 talk
; over, so I'll leave him in your hands.
Miss Hilton noticed the change that
pas sed over Brian's countenance, but
she answered quite cheerfully:
"Very WELL my dear. You mustn't
neglect your friends. Brian and will
have nice, quiet morning together.
Don't. let the Colonel keep you too
long.
After your remark about the quiet
morning, / think I'll spend the day."
was Margaret's quiet rejoinder, as she
passed through the door which Brian
held open for her.
Twenty minutes later she had mount
ed her horse. and was following the
well-kept road through the busy little
town. But though she was nodding
every few minutes to the people she
passed, her thoughts were far from her
present surroundings.
- hnA lhf ofF cd lfN1l.,
In her mind and refused to be displaced
For the first time, the possibility that
her uncle had looked forward to union
between her cousin and herself came to
her with a certainty that was absolute
pain. She recalled many incidents and
illusions, many half-forgotten converse
tons, which received a deeper meaning
from this new possibility.
She remembered that often, in speak
ing of Brian, her uncle had said good
wife would be his salvation, that home
ties would bind him to more useful
life. and that his most earnest desire
was to see his hayward son well and
happily married.
But she remembered, above all, that
when her uncle lay dying he had awak-
ened. after many hours of unconscious
ness, to say, in accents which only her
ear could Catch God will bless and
guard you, Margaret. Don't forget
Brian, and be good to him for my sake. '
The request had sounded oddly then,
but now it had new meaning. Was
her uncle looking into the future even
then, or did he in his dying moments
enjoy the happy delusion that his hopes
were realized?
Margaret was trying to answer this
painful question when she reached her
destinations handsome, modern-look-
ing house, surrounded by stately cedars.
Running up the broad staircase, with
the air of one familiar with the sur
roundings, she paused before a half
opened door, with the words:
May leone in, Alice?'
For answer, there was glad cry; the
sound Of a chair falling, followed by
rapid footsteps, and pretty girl OF a
brunette type rushed into Margarets
arms and kissed her with affeetionate
impetuosity. -,
sOh, I am 50 gladse see you, she cried
between her spasncdic earesses. You
dear child. you've been away an age.
You look pale, too. or perhaps lie this
black dress. Cone right IN. Every.
shing's unused as rauab There, sake