Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1900-06-21
CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)

black even his love for Barbara cannot
make him forget it. a trouble so dark
he dare not face his mothers gentle
eyes-a trouble he locks in his own
heart. while day by day the end comes
nearer. Even If he told Barbara she
would not understand. Racing debts
and promissocy notes would be Greek
and Latin to her. But by degrees
George becomes graver and quieter;
his sunny smile is forced sometimes.
and his light-hearted gaIety seems to
have deserted him. And then Mrs.
Bouverie falls iil-SO Ill that any
shock or worry might Je falkland
George sits and looks At her with a
lump in his throat end wet eyes. And
now his heart is breaking with his
own troubles. z saa Of debt is engulf-
ing him. In 4 month a bill for one
hundred pounds tails due. and he has
nothing to meet it with, his own al
lowance Anticipated long ago, and the
mother who might have helped him
lying too i'll to care now
mo excitement" the doctors say.
'
No wonder George BOuverie looks
miserable. and his face has a drawn,
gray look. DishOnor is an ugly word,
and that is what It. will mean. The
man who had helped him into the
mess will not help him out of it. He
has left the country. and George has
to bear it all alone.
How to get hundred pounds? That
is the problem that haUnts George
Bouverie with sick agony of uneasi-
ness that will not he Quleted. 1t is
always there-the certainty of ruin
and the shame OF it is horrible.
Money. borrowed to pay his racing
debts. 1t seemed so easy at the time,
and three months seemed such a long
way off. He Would be sure to have a
run of luck and be able to pay. But
the man who had lent him his name
has gone, and George has no means Of
procuring hundred pounds. With
sinking heart. he remembers with a
blush that scorches his cheek that his
mothers income is very slender. She
had given nearly al to him, saying,
in her sweet. lOYable way:
What can an old woman like me
want? A youUa man must have pocket
money"
IF she had only been harder on me
when 1 was q little chap" groans
George now. realizing too late that his
own way has not been 4 good way
Even Barbara cannot comfort him
now.
The winter has worn itself away and
March has come-MarCh that has more
of the shy wttchtng of April than the
usual boistprOus month that proverbi-
ally enters as 4 Lion.
Still no answer from Tasmania.
Does Mr.. Sav.iie also mean to ignore
the engagement? It were hard to say,
but it looks like it.
Mrs. BOuyerie slowly creaps back
from the borders cf the shadow land,
and George keeps his misery to him
self, while the day OF reckoning draws
nearer and nearer.
Today the lovers have met. Bar
bara has ridden over on her bicycle to
ask for Mrs. Bouverie, and George
walks with her down the avenue Bar
bara cannot faii to notice his detected
manner. the took of trouble that
blots the sunshine from his face.
They stand together in The sunshine
and the light fails on their young
faces. and OF across the lawn the
sunbeams touch the daffodils.
Barbara looks at them with a smile.
Il always think of Wordsworth's
lines" she says, and quotes them
softly:
'The waves beside them danced; but
they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee.
A poet could not but be gay
In such jOcund company.
1 gazed and gazed. but little thought
What wealth the show to me had
brought"
George ONLY sishs.
She slips her hand into his as he
wheels her bicycle beside her.
Poor George. it must have been
such an anxious tine for you; but
your mother is better. really better,
now"
Yes" he says, noodiIy looking with
unseeing eyes at the nodding, dancing
daffodils. aud drawing another long
sigh. Then his eyes rest on her face,
with a suddcl agony of regret she can
not fathOm.
Barbara. my darling. am not
worthy OF you!" he exclaims,in a voice
that speaks OF desperation
She lifts sweet. smiling eyes.
''You must not say that. George;
but, dear. Why do you look so I'M
happy"
Il can't help it," he bursts out.
Barbara. I am most unlucky fell
low. Dear. it would he better for you
II you never saw me again.
She looAcs hall frightened, but her
hand creep5 closer into his palm.
There isn't any fresh trouble, is
there?' she asks. noting all at once the
haggard lootc in his face.
Then he tells her suddenly and
abruptly. alnost roughly. making the
worst OF 1t almost in his self-reproach
and misery, sparing himself nothing
pouring it all out in whirlwind of de-
spair.
Now you know the sort of man you
have promised to marry" he says
with sudden ferceness. A gambler
and a gambler who cannot meet his
engagement No Bouverie ever dis.
grsced himself like that before. You
had better say good-by to me, Bar.
aara. Your aunt was right am not
1T match for you,"
Barbara's cheeks are pale enough
now.
George leans the bicycle against Z