The Yale expositor., 1900-06-01


gone," Mrs. Saville remarks. "By the
time you go out to Tasmania she will
have forgotten Bouverie and be very
glad to see you"
Il hope So" says Sebastian drily.
considering she is to have all the
accumulated savings of her father and
her mothers fortune as Well" Then
his face changes suddenly. And IL
she hadn't penny l should marry her
all the same. She is the only woman
l ever wanted for my wife"-rising
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 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. Bouverie has been moved to the
sofa, and lies like fragile lily with
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 81 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
girls love, the promises made that
all her prayers and tears could not
gain; but it is only for 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. l am going to turn over
new leaf and take to farming. Oh,
you don't know all am going to dol"
laughing as he speaks laugh that
is a little tremulous becarIe 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 a |
small cheque-a cheque that now he
feels ashamed of because the money |
has been won from a bookmaker. |
However, it is the last time, he says to
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 a 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
the Office window. Sebastian stares,
and George turns first crimson, then
white, and his hands shake. He fees
the eyes of Sebastian Saville on him,
and his confusion increases.
Again the two men exchange hostile
chances. George finishes his business
and swings out of the postofflce. Mr..
Saville buys some postage stamps, and
goes out into the sunny street again.
(To be continued)