The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-28

coming as pale as her dress with consterna-
ton. what do you mean? Who has said
such false such terrible things?"
'Everybody!" replies her mother, with
terse despair. She reminds herself, as she
says it, that, of course, such remarks have
been made about herself and Daisy, as they
invariably are of successful mothers and
daughters. Nobody of course bitterly
would credit you with a genuine attach
ment to Mr. Carruthers in the face of his
great wealth. But oh, my dear Daisy, il
You could only have hidden the least par
TALLY for him and treated him more colby
and if had not been a fool!'
DAISY, every fragment of her rosy dreams
dispelled by what seems to her the mos
shameful accusation that could have beer
made, tries to stammer forth a defence.
Mamma, have not done anything thai
| another girl wouldn't. / have done anything
at all! I am sure nobody could have be-
lieved me-f-fast, whatever they have said
I am sure Tom has never, never though
such thing of mel" and she breaks doWI
into heartbroken Sobs.
my dearest child, don't think that I an
blaming you'll! exclaims her mother, touched
| by the girls undeserved grief and shame
but consoling herself by the reminder tina
she is only acting for her future happiness
But one cannot answer for what Tom think!
any more than for what other people are
saying behind our backs If we had only helc
back a little more, that is all l am regretting
We have both shown so plainly that we were
|
gar, but it's only what people are saying, anC
why should he or they suppose it is for him
self alone? Society never credits people will
these natural impulses.
In the eyes of the world you are setting
your cap at him with might and main, an(
I woman who ought to be ashamed O.
myself for angling for him so openly. 1t il
intolerable, intoerable!''
Mrs. Page marches up and down the car
pet, with her gray silk train rustling behint
her furiously.
but, mamma exclaims Daisy, suddenly
lifting her head as if she has discovered {
solution of the difficulty; what does it reall!
matter to us after all what people are wicked
and unkind enough to say? We know WI
are innocent
| IT know I never thought of Tom as "a
wealthy husband--at all. Why should I b.
purposely cold to him all the time, when h
is so nice, and-and like him so much?
! am sure have not given him too much en-
couragement, and if he doesn't think So
MY dearest child" cries Mrs. Page, a.
! though in despair, and in reality made
little impatient and alarmed by these nat
ural protestations; this only shows me hov
innocent and unfit to fight against the worlt
you are! One must consider the opinion o
society whatever one privately knows to b
| the truth. .@- si.-< -ts:: ~. sf
For my part 1 feel it terrible thing tina
| such things should be said of us. And it i
| not likely young Carrithers should remain
| in cutter Inconsistencies of the remark
around him. Even if he believes in our dis
interestedness himself, he has, of course, hal
| it suggested to him before now that 1 an
| anxious to secure him as a. son-in-law.
! Besides this, Daisy, it is not we'll to lie
any lover be perfectly secure of his accept
ance beforehand. I go as far as that witt
! the people who malign us. little hangin,
back never does any harm. Nobody know
how much I feel for you, my dear but though
! it is difficult to draw back now, it must b
done" r
Poor Daisy, a pale image of misery, sit
! facing her mother with her eyes cast upol
the ground and all the life and buoyanc.
! driven out of her fower-like face.
! do you think Mr.. Carruthers can hav
heard such thing limited, nlother?" sh
asks, a harsh, strained note in the usual.
! sweet voice.
Yes, my darling, haven't the least doub
he has, replies Mrs. Page, and in this sh
speaks the truth. II wish could hav
broken it to you more gently dear, but hat
only few minutes to do it in. I was s.
afraid of not finding you before the suppe
| dance"
1.-THE supper dancer" echoes Daisy, lookin,
UP.
"Of. course. Didn't you tell me you hat
agreed to some sort CT interview with him 2
Mamma exclaims Daisy. a sudden terro
taking possession of her; you are not goinl
to tell me to refuse him."
mo, my dear, not that, certainly" replies
her mother, hastily. seeing in a fash tina
her conviction of Daisy's strength of char
acter was a true one and that it will neve
do to press her too hard. Whatever tn
cruel things they say of me, I should no
have the heart to ask you that" and Their
is faint accent of reproach in her tone
But what must ask-nay, dear, insist on
! is, that you remain up here for the rest o
this evening, and do not again put yourself
! in Mr.. Carruthers' way.
But mother, l promised-oh! I couldn'
treat him like that-the supper dance erie
What would he think of me? And we wer
to have had the last waltz, too. oh, mother!