The Lamar register., 1900-06-06
By AMY BRAZIER.

Httle neaps, II Is DAY calculated 10
make any one depressed; bat Bar
bara's cheeks are softly flushed; her
eyes are like stars.
Barbara, when may speak to your
aunt?"
George Bouyerie's tone has grown
serious suddenly. his face takes a ten
der expression
Hers fushes crimson.
Wait till hear from father.
George" she whispers. you don't
know Aunt Julia-she would freeze me
with look but if father says yes,
then she can't say anything"
But, my darling. how can waltz"
urges the young man.
Barbara siEhs
Aunt Julia would write out horrid
things 10 father" she SAYS And her
fingers just touch the rough tweed
sleeve hesiGe her.
He laughs.
''oh. yes; she could say lot against
me. know am in debt, and OF
course that's against fellow. and !
did run couple OF horses at the Cur
ragh. and lost a lot. too; and my dear
old mother viii go about pouring ont
her woes to Mrs. Sayills. and making
me out to be a black sheep. but I'm
not that, Barbara. I've yoH 10 work
for now, and III chuck the whole thing
ap. III have one more plunge. and
then. II win. and the luck's bound 10
come my way now. III pay up all
round and marry you, my darling.
With a clean page"
So hopefully he speaks. who could
doubt hlm2 Certainly not Barbara.
You are my good angel. sweet
heart goes on the man. bending his
tRir head. Il know I've made a mess
Of my life; but Il Will be all different
now. You won't mind being a poor
mans life. VIII you, darllnEg"
II shouldn't mind anything with
you. George. she whispers. her beau
ufal face asiow with feeling
That's my brave little woman' i've
not so, 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 pro-
fession---a wlstfui expression OF re-
gret sottening his eyes as he speaks.
The only son OF bis mother, and she
was a widow
An, what story those simple words
contain. George Boaycrie Is his moth
er's idol. and zorely she moans over
her dariinE's shortcomings Her views
are not his views, aud she regards with
horror his increasing lnfAtuation for
horse racing. taste that Is a crime In
the eyes OF Mrs BouyerIe
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
his remorss and regrets over himself
and his baekslidings- To please her he
will give up everything. and barbara
Is content.
Il wish / could ask you in to lunch"
she says naively. as they reach the
gloomy entrance gates Of the Court.
heavily 'shadowed with giant cypress
trees, and dank mos grows on the
pillars and the stone grifnns sur
mounting them.
George smiles,
Aunt Julia wouldn't be pleased to
see me, / fancy" he says, looking
down at her. 4 know she wants that
sour Sebastian to marry you-she told
my mother so.
Their hands meet in Il lingering
pressure when Sebastian himself ap-
pears upon the scene. his face dark
As night. his eyes furious
Morning. Bouyerie" he begins.
with cart nod: and turns to Bar
bara My mother Is looking for you,
Barbara Have you forgotten we have
an engagement this afternoon"
Barbara lifts her lovely eyes with
unconceaIed scoyn.
My dear Sebastian. you know told
your mother ! could not stand 10
mile drive to drink tepid tea at Lady
Barry's. Not even your company. Sc
bastian. could compensate for such an
infiiction."
Sebastian Sayiile may and does hate
young Bouverie: but the instincts of
hospitality cannot be ignored.
Won't you come in and have a bit
OF lunch. BouverIe?" he says. And
George. who realizes that II means an
other hour OF Barbara's society, ac-
cepts
together the three walk up the long
avenue. where gnarled oaks meet over