Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1901-09-19

.Eand he is arranging to restore certain
u estates to me that have been In It'll
CATION for years. Indeed, Ned, l fear
Ayou will be shocked to hear that am
ALady Grace Ward instead of Oh
lNed! don't look so horror-stricken,'
ashe added, roguishly. at is small af'
i fair, anyway. The title goes with the
z estates"
"Where are the estates, may ask?''
he freezingly inquired.
"In Fifeshire, Scotland, you know
my birthplace. You are not angry
with me because of this stroke of good
4 fortune, are you Ned?" She looked
Z at him keenly as If to read his soul.
"Oh, no, 1 congratulate you, but II
seems all dream. Naturally you will
go abroad and look after your affairs.
In that case, you are free-in any case,
1 l may say, as have no desire to hold
you to-"
"Nedl Nedl" the girl interrupted
4him, in a beseeching tone, but his I'M
reasonable overtaxed system refused
to recognize it.
81 am no fortune-hunter, Grace, but
your opportunities are greater, and
you must marry BETTING your sta
3tion."
"Ned Blake! I am ashamed of you
an American gentleman discussing
station and caste in this age and in
this country. That is as absurd as
3your unreasonable jealousy over Lord
8Alfred. He is not young-more like
ia father to me, but you assumed that
III was like most of the women, dazzled
/ by gold and splendor. There are some
exceptions, Ned Blake" retorted the
new thoroughly angered girl. "You
men credit US with intelligence, and at
the slightest deviation from the line
! of your Interpretation of us, from
your point of view-lo we are not an
gelic, seraphic, but individual. Dear
me! Why are you all so illogicalP We
have been waiting for certain condi-
tions to prevail that we may marry.
Poverty was our bug-bear; you have
J been half-killing yourself to swell
\ your bank account to respectable pro-
portions, as you term it, that we may
not be followed by that silent subtle
4 serpent of life that stealthily follows
from place to place, seeking to poison
i one in some vital spot-that bug-bear
poverty. Now we-or I at least"-she
hastily corrected herself-"have suf-
ficiency. Fortune or fate brings us
together once more, and when have
the pleasure of telling you of our-my
good fortune, you talk of Station
During this impetuous speech, Blake
4 had time to think that he was not quite
4 the hero of this little tragedy; the
! heroine had the middle of the stage.
"Grace, beg your pardon" said he,
gently. "True, true, every word you
say, but there is sequel. I have been
successful-the mines have PANIED
out well, and those stocks have gone
! whirling up, scattering dividends like
snowfakes, and have been longing to
come to you and tell you of it. You
4 must confess that when Nine. Grundy
1 asserts that one of Beauty's daughters
Il is to make a sacrifice to Croesus or the
s nobility-that is the same thihg-a
poor devil of a newspaper man feels
his chances are nil"
"The newspaper man is supposed to
be possessed of average intelligence,
q have always understood" Grace said
Il this in a bitter manner, her indigna.
d ton being still great.
Certainly, but in this chase for
& millions, the spirit of the age, the man
4 with the greatest number carries of
\ the prize. But, forgive me, and take
. me back to your loving little heart
I; Thank Heaven for the accident and no
y serious results except to my heart. In
3 your good Scotch-'a mans a man fol
a that, a that dear, and we will
4 let by-gones be by-gones.
q He drew her to him in a quick EN-
4 brace, and as she hid her flushing face
! in his coat. she whispered:
4 "How about the settlement of the
Z estates, Ned?"
81 1--WE will start at once. Henderson
Y gave me leave of absence for year
i am pretty much run down, as you
Y see"
) "Poor boy!"
3 $50 we will be married at once"
Y ooh, mol my trousseau!"
Z "Hang the trousseau! we can get II
s on the other side"
"A "How imperious we are, all Of sud
q den"
i "a slave is never imperious to his
& queen, my darling. bradford Re
z view.