The times., 1898-07-31

The girl hung her pretty head, and the
old man patted it again.
Where is your lover" ne asked blunt
ly, and why has he never been TO see
you-eh?'
''Why-ny mother" she answered hes
itating!y, does not wish him to see the
way-the way we live. You see" with
an apologize sigh. ''he comes of such a
high-toned family that
''Sweils. eh?' snorted the old fellow.
and then they We're silent while, he
with his head crooked on one side,
watching her out of the corner of his
| screwed-up eyes; she with her own lift
cd. as if in appeal.
, DO you love him." he asked abruptly.
Yes"
Love him for himself more than for
the money he can give you-eh?'
He has very little money. she ans
! wered. quietly, but no one could help
loving him. l don't want to talk of any
! one now, Mr.. Shaw, but my mother.
! Don't You think her very i'll, sir?"
''Yes''-with small show of affectionate
alarm. She's worked herself up to a
/ pretty bad state
And may we go away. Mr.. Shaw"
! Mr.. Shaw patted her shoulder with an
! other clumsy show of affection.
! Amt l your old daddy, my dear? Why
! don't you call things by their right
| names? III be a good daddy to you, just
! you see, and perhaps when you come back
! there'n be a fine young fellow waiting
around for wedding-you'd better"
We'll. daddy" she laughed with a lit
! tie flush of embarrassment may We
| start at once?'
Tomorrow. if You like my dear; and
| bark ye, leaning over her with a con-
| fidential lowering of voice. II amt half
the bad man this town takes me to be-
After which he squeezed her hand and
for the first time. voluntarily left the
room
The next morning Mrs Shaw and her
daughter left for Aiken. but even that
failed to benefit her condition. At the
end of six weeks she and her husband
seemed actually to hate each other. Let
ters flew like poisoned, arrows between
! them. In vain the girl tried to make
peace-the war was "a fascination not to
be resisted on either side. Unfortunately
Tor Mrs Shaw, what was keen en-
Joyment to her opponent heated and en-
venomed her languid blood and motion
ed 1t with such dangerous leaps to her
heart that at the end cof the visit that
was to have restored her to health, her
daughter brought her home again TO die.
Brought her to a, home so modern-for
Cairo-so stylish and so beautiful that the
thin, white face flushed pink against it's
piiIoW dS tneE n1teu nef from the carri-
age and to her own room. She was dy-
ing, yes but she had conquered at last.
And when it was all over, the old man
came TO the girl as she sat in the twi-
light of that first dreary day of her loss.
and with his usual pat on her shoulder
said. quite gently for him:
Don't fret, my dear. / used to fret
once. but Lord, it don't pay
My poor mother she sobbed her
arms on the back of the chair and her
face buried in them, ITO think of her
lying out there alone
Not alone. my dear he interrupted,
soothingly. She's right beside Maria
She sprang up and stood beside him
trembling, gasping in her outraged grief.
Now Emmie. Emnlie. he went on re-
proachfully, don't turn on your old
daddy like that, just because he wants to
put things in a sociable light. She is by
Maria, You know: it is you who are alone,
my dear. and what you've got to do right
away is
eyes, l know" she cried, dropping de-