The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1900-11-30

too hardy and Independent life for
that
II shall not marry him. father, that
is certain. You don't need to try TO
urge me. You are my father. and
owe you Affection and obedience; but
not In such matter as that OF selling
myself to man | desplse and dis
trust. Yes. that Is what I do. | didn't
think WHY you brought him to New
kelso. II you had seen him strike
Sam today But there. what ia the
use OF speaklng?' she added quickly.
have given you my answer. dad.
as gave Il 20 Mr.. Moore himself to-
day. Did he not tell your"
Instead OF answering directly. her
father strobe to her side. seized her
arm and. holding II In such a grasp
OF iron that 1t almost wrung a cry
from her lips. whispered In her ear;
You'll have to marry him, or SEQ
your father ruined and dlsgracedl
Bluebell. | tell you I'm In Gerald
Moore's power. At any moment he
can sell me up. take every stick I've
got, and turn Us out on the vcldt home-
less and pennllcss"
Bluobell turned her face toward him.
II had grown very pale, and her eyes
glowed Words OF Adair Rothes kept
ringing in her ears: Beware OF that
man, he is dangerous,"
you mean" she said. slowly. in n
changed voice. all the girllsh defiance
and brightness gone out OF It. that
you are In that mans power"
Tive been foolish lately. Blue
bell. | confcns IL. I've been speculate
ing and lost got into Moores power
up ut Marltzburg. There's worse than
I've told you. Moore holds n blll-a
bill that would disgrace me forever.
would"-hls voice sank-"put me In
prison"
Dlueboll gave a low cry. shrinking
from her fathers touch. and covered
her face with her hands
1T was--l was not quite accountable
for II" said Mr. Leslie in q hoarse whls-
per. II had been taking too much.
But IT'S done. Dluebell. and can't bs
undone. You must save me. on the
day that you marry him Gerald Moore
will give that paper over into my
hands TO be destroyed.
Bluoboll's hands dropped from hei
face and she looked up at him.
$50. TO save you from the conso'
quences OF your crime she said slow
ly. you would make me give myself
up TO this INSCRIPTIONS vii
LANA william even according
to your own showlngl YoI
will be saved. but what OF me? I an
TO be sacrificed to life worse thar
death. life with a man l fear and des
plse and dlahonor. who-yes, am sur
Of lt-does not love me. but wishes FOL
some purpose TO get me, as well as you
into his clutches. Did II never strik'
you as being rather a cowardly thin
TO do. dad7"
There was a strange bitterness In he
yolco-a bitterness that had never bcei
heard In Bluebell Iealio's blithS, ciea
young voice In all her life beford. Tn
wretched man felt Il and WINGED; btI
tho noxt poment he selsod her arm
fhghln.
II am your father. and have n rlghI
TO demand this OF you'll" he exclaimed
hoarsely. "will you see your father
dragged 10 prison and your aunt and
yourself turned out on the veldt. ruin
ed and disgraced. 10 be shot by the
Beers. or TO die OF starvation? Answer
me that"
81 cannot answer you now. Let me
10 to my room" said Bluebell In low
voice. II beg your pardon. dad. fol
having spoken TO you Ms ! did Just
now. should not have done IT, Bul
! do not think anything would justify
me in marrying him"
Before he could stop her she hat
slipped from the room and gone up L
her own. Miss Elizabeth had beer
waiting for her. and now came TO thu
door.
ITO be contlnued)