Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1898-10-06
Won by Waiting.

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In JOY to find it after many days.
The work be thine, the fruit thy
children's part;
Choose to believe, not see, sight
tempts the heart
From sober walking in true Cos
pei ways.
keble.
Mrs. Mortlake had just returned
truth, she was not sorry to be in
Riichester again, for she had found
two months at the watering place
rather dull. She was fond of society,
AMI had been disappointed that
scarcely any of her acquaintance had
come to the place, while Bella had
been cutting her seven-year-old teeth,
and had been unusually fractions. On
the whole, Mrs. Mortlake did not
feel the better for her summer out
ing, and as she sat in the breakfast
room at the deanery one sunny Sep
TENDER morning, her face bore a
more than usually dissatisfied ex-
preston. She was waiting for her
father and Cornelia, and, although
the gong had twice sounded, and the
breakfast was growing cold, they
still fingered over their letters in the
library. Mrs. Mortlake, with grow
ing dissatisfaction, cut the leaves OF
tie Guardian" and read the list of
prtferments, glanced through the
topics of the week, skinned the cor
respondence. counted the number of
ladies wanting cooks, yawned repeat
eddy, and finally with an impatient
exclamation, rose and crossed the
hall to the library to demonstrate
with the dean.
My dear father, breakfast has been
ready for half an hour" she said, in
reproaehful tone. Surely these
letters can wait"
Cornelia looked up; her face wore
startled, agitated expression.
What is it, Christabel? Break
fast, did you say? Yes, | Will come.
You would like a cup of tea in here,
quietly, would you not?' she said,
turning to the dean.
He assented, but did not look up,
and Christabel, full of curiosity,
FASTENED back to the breakfast-room,
wondering what bad news the post
could have brought. She fancied 1t
must be in some way connected with
the De Mabillons; no doubt her fa-
Their would feel it a God deal now
If either Gaspard or Esperance met
with any disaster, but, after all, need
he reproach himself? He had been
very liberal, and they were only
cousins. Children and grandchild-
rem certainly ought to be the first
consideration.
She had made so sure that the
trouble was connected with her cous-
ms. that she was doubly startled by
Cornelia's abrupt utterance as she
came into the room, closing the door
behind her.
well, Chrlstabel, don't know
what is to be done; George Palgraye
has proposed to Bertha"
ITO Bertha!" exclaimed Mrs. Mort
lake; how altogether absurd. He
rust have known my father would not
allow It."
con the contrary" said Cornelia,
they don't seem to have the least
idea that he will object George
writes very properly, apologizing for
having spoken TO Bertha before he
-. orl-od e,tb.rfg 1aova oud aynlnip
ing how it was that he was betrayed
into a confession OF his love before
he bad intended. II seems that he
went to see grannie at st. Leonards,
and found Bertha staying there; they
were a great deal thrown together
and you know what grannie is when
she gets young people with her she
did nothing but plan excursions for
them, and kept George hanging about
the place, till this was the result"
What viii father do?'
He can only write to George, and
refuse his consent Bertha, poor
child, must come home at once; | am
afraid we have been partly 10 blame
in this, We ought to have spoken to
her In the summer, only Of course J
always thought she looked upon him
as a sort Of substitute for a brother.
"Of course" said Mrs, Mortlake
y have no patience with her she
must have known that my father
would never tolerate such a thing
a poor man and cousin-prepos-
terous!"
do not be hard on her" said Cor
nelia, pityingly; u feel as II II
we're all my fault for not speaking 10
her, aud now she will have such sor-
row. poor child"
Cornelia was unusually tender
hearted this morning; she was think
ing Of an episode in her own life
years and years ago, when love and
happiness had seemed just within her
reach, and had been suddenly snatch
ed from her, leaving her chilled and
lmbittered. Her heart ached for poor
Bertha
Mrs Mortlake was more angry
than pitifuI
eve have Esperance to thank for