The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-05-13
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CHAPTER x.
A NEW ARRANGEMENT,

a NEW AHhANdhMENT.
When Alan Stacey had once broken
the ice sufficiently to have told his love
to Mary Conway. he did not, by any
means, let the grass grow under his
feet. Mary drew back q little, partly
because the pleasure Of being betrothed
to the man Of her heart. the man of her
brightest and most fsrvent admiration,
was very great 1t was natural enough.
Her first engagement had been dry as
dust business, an arrangement which
was altogether in the light Of bar
gain. There was no bargain between
her and Alan Stacey, only the sweet
and unspoken bargain Of trust and
affection. mingled with the respect and
admiration which the one had for the
other. There was no question between
them as to whether he would give her
adress allowance or as to what house,
keeping money she would have to spend !;
there was no question as to whether
she would be able to do her duty by
him. No; they loved each other, and
that was enough for both.
But" he urged, "there ia no reason
why we should wait. We have nothing
to wait for. You have no relatives, and
mine do not interfere with me. As to
your vague and indefinite suggestion
about clothes-well. dom know much
about ladies' dresses, but it seems to
me that You can get couple Of new
frocks in a week and that when we
come home again you can buy as many
garments as you find you will want.
Don't. when we have both been lonely
and wretched apart don't let our hap
piness wait for anything go paltry as
clothes. Let us be married at once"
"But it seems so soon, said Mary.
"Not at all. We cannot possibly pull
it off under fortnight, and we know
each other so we'll. There ia nothing
like working together for getting to
know somebody"
HBut the story2" she urged 1--WE
must finish the story"
Alan Stacey looked grave for the first
time. eyes, I had forgotten the story.
Little woman, what business head
you havel l promised it for the end Of
the month, didn't TT
"Yes, you did,"
"Yes, should like to finish the story,
Dut perhaps, " cheerfully, "if we were
10 push on, we might be able to manage
H."
"There is still half Of it to do
"And shall want you. can't let
you spend all your days at the old type.
writer now. l wonder if could work
with anybody else9'
"You are not going to try" said
Mary, speaking in decided tones for the
first time.
SIS there no way in which one could
ease you littlef''
ooh, yes! Let me have good typist
in the afternoon, and can dictate the
work off very much more quickly than
lean do it myself. But don t see why
Ican't work just ar usual. What differ
ence is there? The fact that I know you
love me need not turn me lazy all at
once"
"No; nothing could do that. But I
shall want you more with me. You for
get that up to now have done my
mornings work and have been free for
the rest Of the day, and you, poor little
soul, have sat here tagging your heart
out, as don't mean to let you do when
we are married OF course l would rath-
er work with you, because you are you,
and you know my thoughts almost as
they come. You interpret me to perfec-
ton. But at the same time shall want
more Of your society than have had in
the past"
II see no way" said Mary, Except
ing as / suggested, a typist who will
work at my dictation.
Eventually she gave way and con-
scented to be married as soon as the
proper arrangements could be made. 1t
was all so different from her last mar
riage. Then, everything had been ar
ranged for her; now, everything was
so as to fall in with her slight
est wish. Her first husband had had
very little to offer her, when put in
with Alan Stacey. Captain
Conway had been elderly, rough, plain
and only comparatively well off. He
had demanded impossible things, and
when he discovered that his desires
wereimpossible of qualification his love
for the girl whom he had sworn to pro-
tect and cherish had been curiously in
termingled with an absolute hatred.
His was the kind of nature which to
begin with says, II will teach you to
love me, and afterward, "If cannot
leach you to love me, will kill you'll"
His was the kind Of nature which says,
If cannot bend, will break" the
nature which looks at every situation
If life from its own standpoint and
Judges all the world entirely by its own
LONGS 1t is always this kind Of ma
ure which Is inherently dominant and
ESSENTIALLY domineering. And how diff
erent was Alan Stacey He, gifted, in
ellectual and brilliant, was content to
ny everything at the feet Of the woman
le loved-all the fame he had won, the
'ositioh he had made, the wealth he
lad amassed. His desire was not to be
lis wife's master, but her Knight; not
o feel that he was confefring honor
nd status upon her, but to assume al
Ways that in giving herself to him she
vas laying him under an everlasting
nd delightful obligation.
1t was but natural that Mary was
OF only filled with love, but with q
oundless and unbounded admiration. 6
his was the man at whose feet she
'ould have been content to sit for the
est Of her life, not daring to lift her I
yes higher than his knees This was f
er king among men, gifted and blessed '
18th the right royal inheritance of A
enius. This man who asked 80 little, b
Tho gave 80 much, was not one who q
ad power only over handful of men. q
o, the name with which he was en- Ii
owed was one which was known and
nown approvingly throughout the
orld; known wherever the English
nguage was spoken; nay, more than
nown, for it was loved n,
I do not wish to portray the charac. OF
II of Alan Stacey as that of a perfect hi
,ing. Indeed ! must own, what Mary r.
,d found ont varv oor1v in her loow1. VI