Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1898-10-22
CHAPTER ~,

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for his"
CHAPTER Nv.
A chill twilight was gathering without.
A train had Just come into the station,
and some city men who lived In the smart
succeed villas which had sprung up dur.
ing the last few months were hurrying
home. A tall, slender man came down the
road, and, stopping at wicket gate open.
ing into front garden, pushed 1t open
and entered. walking slowly up the Aag-
ged pathway.
"Thut Mr.. Bryant who called here the
other day was an actor. was he notr'
asked young girl within the house. but
not looking away from the CHEEKY fire
which was reflected In her dark eyes.
Yes; I did not know that you saw
him." Mrs. Clavering answered, with a
little annoyed start.
II saw him through the window for
moment; and heard him say, That Stel-
Ia Orde's daughter" In a tone Of surprised
Incredibly, as II he could not believe It..
am not at all like my mother, I sup
poser
mot at all"
How strange. suppose am like my
father. Did you ever see himT'
"Never."
"He was dead when you knew ny
motherf'
"Whcn I knew your mother you were
oil she had In the world" was the gentle
answer, so softly spoken that Barbara
never guessed II was an evasive answer;
and her dark eyes softened as they a.
ways did when she spoke or thought Of
the pretty mother who had loved her 70
tenderly. us not that some one come
IMP Mrs. Clavering asked. looking up
suddenly. II am sure heard footsteps In
the passage"
ibid your Barbara exclaimed. the
softness fading out Of her dark eyes,
which lighted up with eagerness. Turn
Ing toward the door, she was the first
object on which Mark Robson's eyes rest.
ed when he entered moment later: and
at sight Of the slender figure CLEAN Of
fierce. passionate admiration flashed into
had sprung forward, both her slender
white hands held out.
"Mark--guardie! What an unexpected
pleasure! she exclaimed. "What good
wind waited you heref"
"Must II necessarily he a good windY'
he asked In reply, smiling down at her
with great sadness In his dark eyes
which the smile did not dispense.
"A good wind, Of coupse-the very fair.
est" she answered, laughing, 40 be drop.
ped her hands to greet Mrs. Clavering,
whose welcome, II less demonstrative
was not less sincere than Barbara's own.
"How 10 II you are not acting tonight y
the girl asked.
Vincent 10 taking my place." he re-
piled; and. Is the smile faded. he looked
worn and hnggard and III In the freight.
II have holiday" he added.
For how longP How delicious! I will
drive you about and show you what a
clever whip ] am"
"DrivinR 10 q desirable accomplishment
for lady Of fortune" he remarked dryly (:
"but am afraid cannot put your skill
to the test, Barbara, for my holiday Is
for tonight only"
II am sorry for that" Mrs. Clavering
put In. her keen eyes reading the marks
Of trouble and WEAKNESS which he could
not conceal. "YOu look ~ IL you needed
Q holiday"
"Havc you been III. MarkY' the girl
asked, her sweet, frank eyes raised to his
with It's innocent, friendly affection.
"Ill! oh, no! Troubled a little, per.
haps, or not troubled even-perhaps only
very gladw he replied with light laugh
which had an irresponsible bitterness 10
mar Its mirth. "Not III certainly"
Mr. Clavering turned toward the door.
(which Of Us would the part Of Pauline
suit best?" she asked. II am going 70
hasten tea. You must be wanting some,
Mark"
Hardly had the door closed upon her
than Barbara, taking Marks hands, push.
I'd him gently into huge armchair drawn
up near the ere and, standing before him
with heightened color on her fair face,
said eagerly:
II am 20 glad you have come. Mark; l
have wanted to see you awfully."
"Have you, dear? Why did you not
write to me? What has happenedY An.
other admirerY'
"Oh, no!'-with a sudden bright blush
and mock.impatient gesture. "Of course
not. II had hundred. I would not
trouble you with them, Mark" she added
more gently, az she remembered the look
Of pain which the last confession Of the
kind had brought into Marks dark eyes,
when It had awakened him to the fact
that his ward was woman and no longer
the child he loved to think her.
"Would you not2" he Queried, with some
pain In bis low tones even now. II am
sorry for that. Barbara. What 10 this
other secret which may be confided to
your guardian"
ut is-it Ia that want to be an actress,
Oh, Mark, don't be. angry! want to be
one SO much, and II Is only natural that
should wish not to owe everything to YOU"
"To be an actressw he repeated, con-
trolling his voice. why, Barbaraf"
"Because-Oh, don't know! There are
heaps OF reas0ns-tO be admired and run
after, and wear beautiful gowns, and win
applause"
"A noble ambition he observed scorn.
fully.
my mother was an actress"
"YOur mother had other reasons than
yours"
"She worked for her bread; why should
not ] work for miner"
"Have you ever been made to feel your
dependence, Barbara?"
"Ah, nO-no!" she cried, earnestly.
"You are only too good, too generous. But,
Mark, You work SO hard, You have SO lit
tie rest, while live idle here! Why may
] not work with your
"And 70 you want to be admired, and
run after, and wear smart gowns, and be
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