The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1900-11-02

strange trembling intensity that was
almost @ wall
There, do not begin that!" he NUT
tered, with callous Impotence. T
continue from where we started. l
must have money! You have large
sums for both girls"
You have had most Of it" she re-
torted. LAS also that large sum
through your uncle's check"
Hush! we need not speak Of that.
You have been ever the best of moth
ers, as also the handsomest."
"Ah. Henri, my son, you are my ALL"
she said, in a softened voice. "All l
want is your love, and now you would
care more for this girl. Now, listen,
you must marry her, for in that way
/ can assure you fortune. True, her
fortune is not so large as Hates, but
did anything happen to the child she
would have all. Kate is very delicate.
Any Il can see that. And 1t would
surprise no one If, after your marriage,
she did not live long"
There was a moments silence. The
listener above started and clenched her
hands. A match was struck. Henri
was evidently lighting a fresh cigar.
Then his high voice said lightly:
"Ah, ma belle mere, you are clever!
That is certainly to be considered. 1
had thought of it also!"
They had moved into the drawing
room, and Mollie, white with wrath
and dismay, crept quietly to the bed,
and stood looking at the sleeping
child. Poor little girl! Her whole
life she had been made the center for
the evil passions Of others, and now a
fresh danger threatened her. Touch
Kate!" thought Mollie, with beating
heart, as she gently brushed the fair
curls from the small thin face.
Touch her little sister! Not while
she, Mollie, could protect her. And she
would rouse all Reverton; she would
fight them by every means in her pow
er, before this nervous, excitable child
should suffer further. Then she re-
membered that she herself was Hates
great safeguard, so long as she did not
marry Henri. And she would die
rather; for the child was madame's
largest source of income. and would
be cared for accordingly.
But as she sat in the garden the fol-
lowing afternoon she felt sick at heart.
How could these people be SO wicked.
Lying back in an American chair,
looking up into the great trees, she re-
lected sadly upon the terrible abuse
of money.
People would do anything for it
scheme, lie, and cheat; and what did it
come to in the end? for "They brought
nothing into the world, neither can
they carry anything out"
She and Kate were very fond of this
part of the garden. They spent all the
hot afternoons there, and madame
and Henri were out today, so it was
very peaceful.
Suddenly a bird in the bushes sang
a few notes, then a very clear whistle
followed; but it came from no birds
throat-it was a tune she knew well
but never expected to hear in the gar
den at Chalfont, and she sat up eager.
ly and looked round.
There was Reggie, who ought tt
have been a hundred miles away
standing a few yards off, clad in riding
clothes, whip in hand, and a smile OF
his good-looking young face.
well, what are you doing here?'
she cried in amazement, with a decided
access Of color. why, your people arr
away"
ooh, yes; but l have just run dow1
about the horses, you see," returnet
he glibly, coming quite close. mo
bother the horses. That is not it a
all. So you remember the old tune
Mollie?"
"It would be funny if 1 did not. YOU
never whistle anything else."
"But 1 never sang the words TO
you, did 1? They go like this"-an'
in a clear mellow voice. Mr.. Anstruth
/ er softly trolled them out:
won't you tell me, Mollie darling
t That you love none else but me?
For I love you, Mollie darling
j, You are all the world to me-
| (To be continued.)