Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1900-12-08

WIN look; but II father says yes.
tnen she can't say anything"
But. my darling. how can waltz"
ursea the young man.
b. bara signs.
Aunt Julia would write out horrid
things TO father" she says And her
myers just touch the rough tweed
sleeve beside her.
He laughs.
oh. yes; she could say lot against
me- ! know. ! am In debt. and OF
course that's against a fellow: and
ala run couple Of horses at the Cur
rash. and lost lot, too: and my dear
OLD mother will 30 about pouring out
ner woes TO Mrs. Saville, and making
me- out 10 be black sheep; but I'm
not that. Barbara. I've you To work
Tor now. and I'll chuck the whole thing
up. III have one more plunge. and
Then. II ] win. and the iuck's bound TO
come my way now. III pay up all
round and marry you. my darling.
with . clean page"
SO hopefully he speaks who could
doubt him. Certainly not Barbara.
You arc my good angel. sweet
heart" goes ON the man, bending his
fair head. Il know I've made 4 mess
OF my life: but II will be all different
nov. You WON'T mind being . poor
mans life. viii you. darlingr'
Il shouldn't mind anything with
you. George" She whispers. her beau.
tiful face axlov with feeling.
That's my brave little woman. I've
not got much, you know. Barbara. The
Grange comes TO me At the mothers
death. and she allows me two hundred
. year. Wish now l had got q pro-
fession"--a wistfal expression OF re-
gret sof'eninG his eyes a. he speaks.
The only son OF his mother. and she
was \ widow.
All. what story those simple words
contain. George Bouverie Is his moth
er's Idol. and sorely she means over
her darilng's shortcomings. Her views
arc not his views. and she regards with
horror his increasing infatuation for
horse racing. taste that 10 . crime In
the eyes OF Mrs. Bouverie.
To please her. George sold his race
horse. but took to betting. a fact that
need not be known to any one but
himself
Only TO Barbara he has poured out
hts remorre and regrets over himself
and his backsiidinxs. To please her he
will sivc ZIP everything. and Barbara
Ia content.
Il wish could ask you In to lunch.
she says naively. as they reach the
gloomy entrance gates OF the Court.
heavily Swallowed with giant cypress
trees. and dank moss grows ON the
pillars and the stone Erifans sur
mounting them.
George smiles.
"Aun, Julia wouldn't be pleased to
zee me. fancy" he says, looking
down at her. Il know she wants that
sour Sebastian to marry you--she told
my mother So"
Their hands meet In = lingering
pressure when Sebastian himself ap.
pears upon the scene. his face darh
AZ night. his eyes furious.
Morning. Bouvsrie." be begins
with q curt nod: and turns to Bar
bara. my mother IL looking for you
Barbara. Have you forgotten We hav'
An engagement this afternoon"
1~
unconcealed scorn.
my dear Sebastian. you know tolt
your mother could not stand = 10
mile drive to drink tepid tea at Lad,
Barry's. Not even your company, Sc
bastian. could compensate for such Al
infection"
Sebastian saville may and does hat
| young Bouverie: but the instincts o
Hospitality cannot be ignored.
won't you come in and have . bi
Of lunch, Bouverief" he says. AM
George, who realizes that It means an
other hour OF Barbara's society, &C
eepts.
logether the three walk up the lon
avenue. where gnarled oaks meet over
head. and in the woods at either sid
the moss grows deep and soft.
George swings along with nj
springy step. and Sebastian looks Wit
envy at the young mans splendid ns
urc He Ia tall himself. too, but awk
ward and his face is forbidding.
barbara walks between the tw
men. and Sebastian notices the height
cned color in her cheeks, the radian
,,vht in her eyes. She does not kno'
| mat he can read her secret In her face
and the knowledge fills him with ans
or Barbara is to be his wife; no idl
e,rtation must come between them
she is to be all his Her beauty please
him. and he knows what barbara
ignorant of--that she Will De q
heiress. =,
parbaras father wished her TO
brought up simply, with no knowleas
AZ the worlds goods TO fall to ner 10
so whatever George lverie may po'
.e.s in the way of faults, he IL no io'
tune hunter--he loves barbara Tor ne
own SELF
CtrA pTER H.