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

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This Is unbcarable.
sion Of his passionate relief by a su-
preme effort. So Tottenham was "tho
bird in the handr' A tough one truly
Exactly So"
"You are wise in your own genera.
tion," says he, with a passing smile,
"and sound in your proverbs"
"You don't express much regret at
all events, " says che, with q shrill laugh
II am wise in this, at least, that I don't
care about dividing my husbands af-
fiction with another. That little girl
to whom you give our whole time
will no doubt BIO glad to share with
you your $500 a year."
This is unbearable.
"If you alludo to Miss Dene, - says
he quietly, though his face is pale and
his eyes flashing, II do not think she
gives her entire thoughts to money.
Five hundred pounds a year, however,
would, I acknowledge, be but u poor
thing to lay at her feet. I I'm glad,
therefore, that it is now in my power to
offer her e14, 000."
"Whatl'' says Miss Morland. She
takes q step forward. Dismay. oonster-
nation, discontinue, are all largely
knit on her astonished face.
Lord Farnham died at 10 O'Clock
last night. Contrary to my expectations
he has left me every penny he possessed"
He bows and moves toward the door.
"Stay-one momont," gasps Miss
M~1o II IL. L-- .--~
grain Of hopD left that she may still be
Lady Farnham, his next words destroy
it.
"You must pardon me" says he. 81
have an appointment with Miss Demo.
She has not yet heard my news. All,
Lord Tottenham," to that carefully pre-
served old beau as he most opportunely
enters the room, permit me to con
graduate you. Miss Morland has just
informed me of your engagement to her.
l feel she has done wisely indeed. With
much humility l confess myself very
much the worse man of the twoI''
He laughs and hurries away to find
Dorothy waiting for him in that little
sacred spot he had named Arcadia yes
terday. She rises as ho comes toward
her and turns SO deadly white that he
is afraid she is going to faint.
at is all rightl' cries ho %joyously,
to reassuro her. A little Cry escapes her.
She would have gone to him, but her
limbs refuse to obey her, and if he had
not caught her in his arms she would
have fallen. There is no restorative
power SO effcctual as q lovers kiss.
Dorothy is presently her charming self
again.
ooh, how did it h%appcn?" cries she
rapturously. 81 prayed for it all last
night, but somehow 1 never had much
ho"r. so las given you up, thenl
r.; '.:
~'-.r..!y ara irGly."
"Oh. how could shc?" leaning back
from him to gaze into his dear face, the
handsomest in tho world to her.
"Well, it appears she could quite
easily" says he, with q hearty laugh.
"You may think mo good t. look at,
but when compared with such n youth
full Adonis as my Lord %Tottenham, even
you must allow that I ought to take u
back seat"
"Do you moan to tell me-" with
growing indignation, Chat she has
given you up for Lord T~ottcnham?"
W spJ my Bppu CIllu.
"Pouf She'sa fool. Sho's rot worth
wasting words upon, " says Miss Demo,
with scornful conviction.
"That's what 1 think. Let's talk Of
ourselves" says he.
"Oh, as for that, +" says she, turning
suddenly very dismal and trying to give
her head the properly detected droop,
II dare say you will be sorry about all
this later OIL. l have not been q good
friend to you," with q heavy sigh,
"and that's the truth"
What am | going to be sorry about?'
"You know. You said yesterday that
it would be dreadful to 1.-Two on $500 q
year"
$50 it would with Miss Morland-
not with you"
"Ahl That is all very well now. But
l said something about it to father last
week-Anot about you and me, you know,
but about things gen~erally-and he said
that when people without money mar
RED other people without money it was
madness" This rather involved sen
tence she gives forth with great solem-
nifty.
"What q lot he saidr' exclaims Lord
Farnham, with affected admiration.
But, after all, 1t seems to mo ho didn't
know what no vas talking about. The
real question is, Dorothy, whether you
could be happy with me. evon though
we both were poor"
"Oh, darling. what q horrid question:
Don't you know that if I had GlO, 600 a
year'--this seems to be tho utmost
height of her ambition-"and not you, /
should be the most wretched girl alivo?'
We'll, you shall have moro thar that
with me-" cries he, folding his arms
round her with q tender access O., mas.
sion, and with his soul full Of unspoken
gratitude for this loving heart that has
been given him to perfect his lifo.
Then he tells her all.
TIL END.
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