The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-10-14

You persist, then, in your insult"
says Seaton. going step nearer to him,
the veins swelling in his forehead You
still say that she-'
Il say that, and more" repIie, the old
man, undaunted, a very demon of OBJ
stinacy having now taken possession of
his breast. Il feel even bold enough TO
| suggest to her the ACCESSIBILITY of an I'M
mediate marriage with you. as a means
! Of crushing in the bud the scandal that
| is sure to arise out of her imprudencc"
Go, Vera; leave the roon,' says Sea
ton, with great emotion.
why should she go? 1t seems to me
you give her bad advice" says Mr.. by
sart, looking from one to the other with
a satirically friendly glance. Let her
| rather stay and discuss with us your
marriage with her"
| If he had been so foolishly blind as to
| hope by this bold move to force Vera
into an engagement, his expectations are
now on the instant destroyed by his son.
Understand me, once for all, that | shall
not marry Vera" says he, white with
anger, and some strong feeling that he is
almost powerless to suppress. Were
| she to come to me this moment and lay
her hand in mine, and say she was will
! ing so far to sacrifice herself, | should re-
fuse to listen to her.
Vera, for the first time since her en-
| trance, lifts her head to look at him.
Was he thinking of Miss Butler? Was
he true at last to her? \ little bitter
smile curls her lip.
Il thank you," she says, with a slight
| inclination of her head toward her cousin,
and with swift step leaves the room.
CHAPTER XIII.
Four long days have crept langudly
| into the past, four of the dullest days
Griselda Dysart has ever yet endured, as
| she is compelled to acknowledge even to
herself. Slowly, with aimless steps, she
| rises and filings aside the mody volume
| she had found in one of the rooms below,
and which she has been making fruit
| less effort to read, and looks ont upon
the sunless pleasure ground beneath her
window. She becomes suddenly aware
of an unfamiliar figure that, knecing on
| the grass before one of the beds, seems
to be wedding away for it's dear life.
1t is certainly the new gardener Poor
| creature, whoever he is. what could have
| induced him to come here? Uncle Greg
DRY had evidently found no difficulty in
| replacing his former employe. Had he
| secured this new gardener on the old
poor terms? Unhappy creature. poverty
| indeed must have been his guest before
he and his clothes came to such Il sorry
pass. At this moment the unhappy
creature" lifts his head. turns it deliber-
| ately toward her, and-she finds herself
face to face with Tom Peyton.
A little sharp cry breaks from her: she
stiles it, but turns very pale.
| You! you!' she says.
| Don't look like that he SAYS, in a
/ low tone, but sharply. Would you be-
tray me? Remember it was my only
chance of getting near you. Don't faint,
l mean, or do anything like that
'Oh, how could you do such a thing"
says she, in a trembling voice. And
and how strange you look. and what
dreadful clothes you have on,''
well, l gave Il good deal for them"
says he, casting an eloquent glance at his
trousers; ''more-four times more-than
l ever yet gave for a suit. I'm sorry you
| don't approve of them: but for myself, I
think them becoming, and positively
glory in them; would rather have them
than any clothes I've ever yet had and
think them right down cheap. It's
rather a sell if you don't think they suit
my style of beauty"
| He is disgracefully unalive to the hor-
ror of his position. He is even clated by
| it. and is plainly on the point of bubbling
over with laughter. Given an opportu-
J nifty indeed, and it is certain he will give
mirth away; Grisclda, however. declines
to help him to this opportunity.
ITS horrid of you-I don't know how
! you can laugh" says she, beginning to
cry. Il can't bear to see you dressed
like that, just like n common man.
Well think you're a little unkind."
says he. regarding her reproachfully Il
did think you would be glad to see me.
| thought, | fancied-I suppose | was
wrong when we parted on that last
day you were sorry-that you would like
to see me again
well, that was all true" says Girl
selda, sobbingly.
| Then what are you crying about"
II am unhappy that because of me you
must be made so uncomfortable e"
If that's ALL" says he. beaming afresh.
its nothing. I'm NOT scrap uncom-
| Portable. 1t strikes me rs being sort
of lark-h'm-a joke. l mean. | feel
rs jolly as sand boy, and" with a ten
der, earnest glance, far jollier. because
| can now see YOU
But how long is it to last?" says She
nervously. 1t can't go on like this for
ever, and Seaton comes down here somc-
times, and he knows YOU"
Il dare say | shall manage to avoid
him. Though | have often thought late
ly that it would be good thing to take
him into our confidence"
"Oh. no. no. no indeed cries she; he
might tell his father. and then all would
be up with u.s.
We'll, there's my sister. Gracic-shc's
a very good natured woman. and clever
too. If | were to tell her all. She would
tell Seaton, and between them they
might manage something. There's a step,
Go away. and try to see me tomorrow
| if you can"
| They have barely time to separate be-
fore the gaunt figure of Crunch is seen
approaching through the laurels.
CHAPTER XIV.
To-day is Wet soaking steady down
pour that commenced at early dawn is
still rendering miserable the shrubbcry
and gardens.
Vera, depressed by the melancholy of
the day. has cast her book aside. and.