Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1897-09-30

wooden stairs till he gained the second
floor, which consisted Of three rooms
eai suite, a small salon, q bedehamber.
and smaller bedchambsr adjoining.
In the salon which was gau-
Oily but shabbily furnished in red
velvet, with mirrors on the walls, a
young woman was seated sewing, and
playing near to her was a child about
year and a half old. Both mother
and child were very pale and delicate,
but both had the same soft features,
gentle blue eyes and golden hair.
The woman was Marjorie AMMAN
Marjorie with all the llghtness and
happiness gone out Of her face, which
had grown sad and very pale. AS
Caussidiere entered, she looked up
eagerly and greeted him by his Chris
tian name. The child paused timidly
in his play.
"You are late, Leon" said Mario
rie, in French. Il have waited in all
day, expecting you to return"
II was busy and couldn't come"
was the reply. Amy letters?"
mo, Leon"
Caussldiere uttered an angry excla-
nation, and threw himself into an
armchair.
"The old woman had better take
care" he cried. Nearly a week has
now passed and she has not replied to
my note-that is, to yours. And we
want money Internally, as you know"
Marjorie sighed, and her eyes filed
with tears.
why are you crylngg' demanded
her husband, sharply. Because you
have an unnatural mother, who would
rather see you starve than share her
wealth with you, or with the child?
mo, no, it is not that" answered
Marjorie. Miss Hetherington has
been very good. She has given us a
great deal already; but we require so
much, and am sure she is not so rich
as you suppose"
''She is a miser, tell you," returned,
Caussidiere. What she has sent you
is not sufficient for an ordinary semp-
stress wage. She had better take
care! If she offends me, look you,
could bring her to shame before all the
world"
At this moment there was a knock
at the room door, and the man who
had admitted Caussidiere entered with
letter.
"a letter for madame" he said.
Marjorie took the letter, and, while
the man retired, opened it with trem-
bling hands. Her husband watched
her gloomily, but his eye gllstened as
he saw her draw forth bank order.
"Well?" he said.
ut is from Miss Hetherington-from
my-mother! Oh, is she not good!
Look, Leon! An order upon the bank
for thirty pounds"
LET me look at it" said Caussidiere,
rising and taking it from his wife's
hand. Thirty pounds 1t is not
much. Well, what does the old wom-
an say?"
I'll have not read the letter."
Let me read it," he said, taking 10
from her and suiting the action to the
words.
It was longish communication.
Caussidiere read it slowly, and his face
darkened, especially when he came to
the following words:
IF you are unhappy, come back to
me. Remember your home is always
here. Oh, Marjorie! my BARN! new
err forget that! 1t is mothers heart
that yearns and waits for you'll Como
back, Marjorie, before it is broken all
together"
Caussidiere tossed the letter on the
table.
$50 you have been telling her that
you are unhappy" he said with a
sheer. "In the future 1 must see all
your letters, even to the postscripts.
And she begs you to go back to Scot
land! Well, who knows?-it may
come to that yeti"
ITO BE CoNTINUED.)