Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1901-01-24

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YOU are. than if you had cried out for
10Y But do not let this part US. we
have long life. hope, before US.
Forgive me-"
Still there was no softeuing in the
violet eyes, and the lines round the
mouth grew more firm. She was
thinking of herself how he must have
laughed at her when she had been
anxious concerning money, when she
had called him to account for lavish
ing valuable presents on her. The
thought of it brought flush to her
face and made her eyes flash angriiy.
you must have found me very
easy to deceive"
"Oh, Violet" he cried, you stab me
to the heart, my dear' Let me tell
you a little story. ! had school
fellow-true he was many years Older
than but as little lad often loves
big one | loved him. His name was
Charlie Anchester. and he was heir to
the Earldom of Atherleigh. He sue
ceeded to 1t before | left school. He
fell in love with one Of the most beau
tiful girls of the day, Lady Maud
Trevor. and they were married. He
worshiped her; but soon after their
marriage he found out that she had
never cared for him. that she had
loved a penniless young captain in the
army, and had married Lord Ather-
leigh for his money. He was gen
tie. sensitive, loving-hearted man, and
it broke his heart, Violet; he could
not recover from it. He tried to take
his place in the world. he tried hard TO
live for other things, but 1t was I'M
possible; and, when he was dying, he
sent for me to say good-by, he had al
ways been so fond of me, The doc
tors had given some long Latin names
TO his disease, and they said he was
dying of it, but he was not. His all
ment was a broken heart. He told
me some. his little schoolfellow. the
little lad he loyed-when | went to see
him. was just eighteen years of
age then. and it made a great impress
sion upon me. | remember the ex-
preston on his face. the pain In his
eyes. the pitiful voice; | remember
the room. and the sunlight that came
through the window and fell upon the
floor. He called me to him; his hands
were so thin and white. He took
mine in his. Randolph, he said, my
little schoolfellow. | am going to die,
and have sent for the little lad
loved so well 10 whisper one word OF
warning in his ear He drew my
face down to his You will be rich
man some day Randolph; mind what
say to you. Let no woman marry
you for your money. Marry some one
who loves you for yourself alone. To
be married for money or rank, without
love Is to be cursed My life has
been cursed; guard yours | never
forgot the words, Violet never
shall ana from that moment made
up my mind even If | never married
at all, would wait until ! met some
one who cared for me alone. Listen
to me. Violet Woman misjudge men
write
Mans love is of mans life a thing
apart,
'Tis woman's whole existence
Every one believes that to be true: |
say it is not true. Love is quite as
much to man as to woman. often
more; but men say perhaps less about
it. Look at my friend He died be
cause the woman he loved did not love
him. You must not think that all the
fret and the fever and the passion Of
love lies with woman; ii does not.
Listen to me. Violet You will not
turn your face toward me. How can
you be so cold to me when love you
so well? | began my life with this
idea fixed in my mind that | must be
loved and married for myself alone.
| went a great deal into society. 1t is
true ! was only youth. but | under
stood why people flattered me. why
mothers cCllrted me for their daugh
ters ! will not say more. have a
chivalrous love for all women. and
cannot bear to speak even against the
worldly ones. 1t is enough to say that
il was my wealth and title that were
the attraction. and not myself. per
haps with one or two il may have been
different People said, but | never be
lieyed them. that Gwendoline MARI
would have married me even ii had
been penniless. | cannot say she
was not TO my taste"
Slowly enough the fair head turned
and the beautiful face was raised TO
his There was a faint CLEAN OF inter
est in the violet eyes
who was GwenlOline Marvr'
Violet asked
'Gwendolne Mari is wealthy
heiress, the daughter OF Lord Mari OF
Mgrsl8nd. and considered to be cite
most perfectly beautiful brunette in
England )"
Why did not Won Marcy her.
To be Continued