The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1899-05-19

Eyes, yes. The doctor will soon be
here?"
"'Within an hour"
/. Nancy is attending to everything.
| Il cannot"
"It is not necessary that You should,
l interrupted. Mrs. Gerard, try to
think of something else. Save your
strength. 1t may be needed later"
"He Was not responsible" she walled.
Ellis father before him was-well, not
mad, but very eccentric. And he had
been working like slave for weeks,
sitting up. writing, till three and four
in the morning. That, and his terrible
jealousy, wrecked his reason"
Happy days are in store for you, Mrs.
Gerard This cruel anxiety which has
preyed upon you and Mr.. Gerard is now
at an end. You will be able to take your
proper place at his side. lie needs you
She smiled pathetically.
MIR. Gerard can staEd alone"
The coarsest ear might detect dis
cord. The conviction flashed across me
that the second marriage had proved as
, disastrous as the first. | had no ri ght
| to Judge Mark Gerard; but from what
| | had seen of the man | was ready to
| pronounce him no fit mate for the
gentle woman beside me. My heart
ached for her.
Of course l said nothing of what had
passed in the Pirates cave. She es-
tecmed and trusted Demetrius; and the
| facts would have shocked her mex
pressibly. 1t was important, however,
that should seek light and find it. At
present was in the dark.
"Demetrius," / remarked, carelessly,
..is faithful servant. How did you
come by him?"
Surely Mr.. Gerard told you?"
.'IIe told me little or nothing"
She seemed surprised, but answered
my question. Mark Gerard had picked
up the Greek in New York. where he
| had found him running the streets, alb
| solutely destitute and starving. He had
given him liberal education, and. when
he was old enough, employed him as Il
| confidential servant. Demetrius had
proved honest, intelligent, and eN-
traordinarily receptive. Gerard liked
DldS Tic SeIN ttulS, anu IC iioiNNN cAlS AoSi
! to suit himself.
"Demetrius," faltered Mrs. Gerard, in
conclusion, has been with me ever
since that awful time. Nearly 20 years
he has given up to me. Mr.. Gerard has
paid him well. but money cannot can
eel such obligations. Have you talked
much with him?"
"He won. talk with me, Mrs. Ger
ard"
"He is remarkably well informed
in his way, quite a metaphysician."
"His philosophy" l remarked, does
not temper his hostility to me-"
"Hostility?" she repeated. That is
too strong word. He is jealous, dare
say, because you have supplanted him,
in sense; and the poor fellow was not
brought up as Christian. You know
Mr.. Gerard's views. Demetrius is a
pagan. When you understand him
better, Mr.. Livingston. you will appre-
ciate him."
~ have no doubt of it."
Burlington was needing my atten-
ton, so l said no more. My immediate
departure from the cottage was not can
vassed. and 1 gladly left the matter in
allegiance. With my hand on the handle
of the door, l asked one important
question.
"Shall l send telegram to Mr..
Gerard?"
She hesitated, scanning my face with
troubled eyes.
"Yes," she answered. wearily, 81 sup
pose So"
Her thoughts were straying in an
other direction.
"And you won't quarrel with De-
metrius?".
So, after all, my foolish mans face
had betrayed me.
"As' for Demetrius," answered, II
shall remember, Mrs. Gerard, how
much you owe him, and, if ever the
chance presents itself, pay portion of
the debt"