The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-07-06

gone" Mrs. Saville remarks. by the
time You go out to Tasmania she will
have forgotten Bouverie and be very
glad to see YOU"
II hope So" says Sebastian drily
considering she is to have all the
accumulated savings Of her father ano
her mothers fortune as we'll" Then
his face changes suddenly. And II
she hadn't a penny should marry her
all the same. She is the only woman
| ever wanted for my wife"-risins
and leaving the room.
And while the great steamer con-
tanning Barabra in her second-class
quarters ploughs her way through the
grey pillows, George Bouverie once
more looks out into the world with
hope shining in his eyes and a look
Of relief on his handsome face.
Today, that before sunset is to be a
day of tragedy, is as other days with
the scent of coming spring in the air.
Mrs. Bouyerie has been moved to the
ochet, anu iiCo iihC q lid6llC lily, Will
her white hair and meek, quiet eyes.
George is beside her, and her deli
cate, blue-veined hands are lying in
his broad, sunburnt palm. They have
had long talk, mother and son-one
Of those rare talks that have brought
heart very near to heart. The moth
er's lips are tremulous, her eyes tear
full. They have been talking about
Barbara, and if the young man has
given his all to the woman he hopes to
makes his wife, there is no jealousy in
the heart that has loved him since the
moment he was born.
"You don't know what she is,
mother" he is saying. Il cannot tell
you all, but she is an angel. l don't
think there is any one like her. Bar
bara has saved me-" he whispers very
low, his sunny head bent. II am 60
ing to be a good man, mother, for her
sake, to fit myself to be her husband;
and, God helping me, she will never
have cause to blush for me again."
For moment it seems to Mrs.
Bouverie that there is bitterness in
the thought of the easy victory won by
a girls love, the promises made that
all her prayers and tears could not
gain; but it is only for a moment. The
mother-love brushes down every I'M
generous thought, and it is very ten
der, smiling face that lifted from the
silk-frilled pillows.
my boy, my son, you have made me
very happy"
George stoops and kisses her.
Some day you will know how Bar
bara has saved me. Mother dear, I
must not tire and worry you when you
are so weak. am going to turn over
a new leaf and take to farming. Oh,
you don't know all am going to dol"
laughing as he speaks, laugh that
Is little tremulous because he feels
like one who has been reprieved.
George goes off to Portraven, still
with that tremulous joy and relief in
his heart, and feels very humble and
thankful.
George goes to the bank, cashes
small cheque-a cheque that now he
feels ashamed of because the money
has been won from bookmaker.
it is the last time, he says to
himself, pocketing the gold and leav-
ing the bank. AS he runs down the
steps he comes face to face with Sc
bastian Saville. The two men nod to
each other in the manner of those who
foster mutual dislike.
Afterwards they meet at the post
office, where George is dispatching a
telegram. In fact, he is transmitting
The sum of one hundred pounds
through the postoffice by telegram. A
little pile of yellow gold is handed in
he office window Sebastian stares,
and George turns first crimson, then
white, and his hands shake. He feels
The eyes of Sebastian Saville on him,
and his confusion increases.
Again the two men exchange hostile
ylances. George finishes his business
and swings out of the postoffice. Mr..
saville buys some postage stamps, and
goes out into the sunny street again.
Ito be continued)