Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-01-12

cry her utmost without fear of Interrupt
ton.
One minute suffices to destroy this IL
fusion. Capt. Stamer had gone out by
the window an hour ago: he now comes
III by 1t. He has cleared the window
sill, and stands opposite TO her, hatless
brsathless, c0lorless.
he RADIANT lover of an hour ago Is ~
sad visaged man at this muinent ~
the stoniest-hearted of us might grieye
to see!
Is it true, Eyelyn?" asks he, without
preface. 1t is impossible to misunder-
stand him. Her own heart is so full Of
the subject that is troubling him that
she answers him at once and to the
point.
"Quite-quite true" says she, almost
tragically.
Il would to heaven it wasn't" says
the, young man passionately. why
couldn't he have left his money to a hos
pItal; to homes, to DIR. Barnado-to any
one but youE An hour ago | was the
happiest man alive. Now. 1t changes
everything. You are one of the richest
girls IN England, whilst T.
Whist you are one of the poorest;
No. no, Eaton, you cannot make your
self girl, even to indulge your morbid
grief; she laughs rather uncertainty 1t
IS laugh very much akin to tears
What is it that is the matter with
YOU asks she, going up to him, and
laying a gentle. persuasive hand upon
his arm, that sets his blood afame. and
IS seized instantly. DO you-can for
get that this morning you asked in mar
rage the hand Of the poorest girl in Eng
landE'
oh. as for that says he miserably.
Il wish we stood a. we did this morn
ing. You are no longer the old Evelyn.
whom =
Don't talk to me like that, Eaton"
says she steadily, unless You wish to
break my heart. If you feel a change
It is you who have created it, not l.
What has happened since this morning
that should change anything between
you and l? What has money got to do
with US? This morning you would have
married me when | was Il beggar maid;
am l a different girl now-because-oh,
Eaton. don't be unkind to me-
Il only meant to be kind" SAYS he
gloomily, still holding on, however, like
grim. death to the little hand. 1T seems
unfair to take advantage of"
=, On; If you go on talking to me like
that, / shall die" says Miss D'Arcv.
with woeful shake of her head and an
evident determination to be as good as
her word. A sob escapes her; she makes
q frantic effort to reach her pocket with
her dlsengaScd hand, but as that useful
receptacle has been of late wears care
fully placed by the makers of gowns
where no one can possibly get at it, she
IS constrained to give up the search for
the handkerchief, and bury her face on
EatOn's breast instead.
Kind" cries she from this comforta-
bic stronghold, what do YOU call kind?''
she speaks rather systematically, one
quarter because she is crying and the
other three because Stamer. in spite of
all ms moody protests, has wound his
arms so tightly round her that her lungs
are justly resentful of this most unfair
play.
mean"
Il don't indeed, and I'm glad don't
l never :, heard lea anything so cruel in all
my life." This naive denial and acknowl-
edgIment both in the same breath goes
without comment. ooh. I've such n
headache" cries she with instinctive
wisdom. I've been crying all day: if
you make me cry any more I shall be i'll.
Eaton, say we are just the same to
here-an hour ago.
Some day you'll reprOach me-"
When that day comes. you can re-
proach me- too; so we shall be quits.
say we are engaged to each other.''
elves, says he, trying to feei
reluctant but with very madness of
Then why don't you kiss me?" saws
Miss Darcy sternly.
He kisses her
You must read his lawyers letter"
says she; lit proves he has no near re-
lalons-nG one at all who could feel ag-
grieved And am sure he wished me to
have-to be his heress. There is only
one distant cousin of his. a Mr.. Warren.
and he is an old bachelor and enormously
wealthy. Of course he might have left
1T to hospitals, as you said. but she
pauses and looks earnestly at him. I'VE
can do great deal of good in this parish,
can't we. Eaton!'
Yes, darling slowly and with a quick
sigh. 1t seems hard TO him that he
should be enriched by Crawford: yet to
give her up, would be harder still. Di-
Vlnlng his thought, she comforts him bv
slipping an arm around his neck and
pressing her soft cheek to his.
Eaton" says she presently, a little
shyily, yet little maliciously, too. and
with most natural sense of triumph.
your mother will not object to me now.''
No" with a frown.
Does. she know
What did she say?"
''She asked me if | was going down
to see you, and desired me TO give you
her love"
At this. after a struggle, they both
laugh--in a, subdued fashion truly, but
until they shake again.
Never mind" says Evelyn. Give her
mine in return. She is your mother and
therefore sacred. And besides, you tell
me she is going away"
That is quite settled. Bertram. who
is always so indOlent, has been extraor-
binary firm about that"
Il am SO glad Marian is to be happy
at last. You knew-did you?-that She
was always in love with him Oh, that's
I secret shouldn't have said that:"
And why not? Do you mean to say,
Mrs. Stamer, that you are going TO begin
by having secrets from your husbandE''
Here they laugh again.
rs Sir Bertram as happy as Marian?"
Yes. think 50. I'm sure of it. You
never saw a fellow 50 radiant. 1t has
quite woke him up. But after ALL
pressing her to his heart again-'he could
never. never be a tenth part as happy as
am"
"Oh! or as t. rejoins she sweetly.
Eaton, reaching home. makes his way
straight. not TO his mother, but to the
library. where he is sure to find Sir Ber
tram al this hour, and who receives both
him and his good tidings with most sat