The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-06-24
Copyright, 1902. by the s. S. Mcclure Co.

Copyright, 1902. by the s. S. Mcclure Co.
Fenella watched her aunt with wide, I'M
faltering eyes. She was much too angry to
be the least bit afraid. Deliberately, in cold
blood. Miss De Walk, had opened letter ad-
dressed to Fenella and stood reading it as
though it were her own. The readaaing made
her eyes snap. When she came to the sig
nature, she stamped hard and made to fling
the offending sheet into the fire.
Fenella, was too quick for her. She caught
the letter, crumpled it between locked hands,
then confronted Miss De Vaux with a face
as set as her own. Il have wanted not to
hate you, Aunt Pam she said. There are
just the two of uS left. But-but you make
me do it.. did not think my fathers sister
could be 50 dishonorable.''
Miss De Vaux gasped. If one of the roses
blooming on the terrace, outside tn windows
had spoken reproof Of her, she would have
beeen scarcely more amazed Fenella in all
the Ave years since size came to Vauxlouf
had shown herself pattern of silent, shy
obedience She must be instantly disciplined.
Go to your room ut once!' she said icily
"stay there until John Jermain comes. I
shall tell him tbe whole truth. After that.
II he still wishes to marry you, you will
leave my house as his wife or else as penni-
less as you are ungrateful.". -, -
81 shall go row." Fenella said turning to-
ward the outer door. Mis- De Vaux barred
the way, saying with a bitter smile: wait.
Read YOU. letter, Between the lines you will
find out that your true love, Allen Ice, does
not want you unless you bring him the hope
of my money ss.s
Fenellas luminous pallor turned suddenly
ashen, but her head was high as she an
| swered, 'You would hardly have tried to
burn a letter which said that" But in
stead Of pressing to the hall door she turned
| and went up the stairway. ~
| In an hour she came down, slim, black
wrath, clothed in the faded mourning she
had worn when she came to Vauxlour. A
small bag, pitifully rusty, more pitifully
! fabby dangled. from her hand. II am taking
nothing but what belongs to me. Bear wit.
ness to that, Aunt PAM she said duly
pausing few steps in front of Miss De Vaux
| 'sYou were right I was ungrateful. l un
derstand now, you-you-wanted to- save me
the hurt, the shame Of it, she went on
s'but must go away, just the same. can
not marry - @-.- -. -~* =. -
'"Stop, foolish child! There need be no tall
Of marriage-until you choose Mis- De Vau!
said huskilv. Under her crust of imperiou
pride she loved Fenella dearly. Listen! b
wise and little pitiful. John Jermain ough
| to be my son. never loved anybody .bu
his father. My pride and temper parted US
| NOW you KNOW why 1 WALL 'hiAi " AoFC III
money, yet not to leave it away from my owl
blood"
"Let him have it-unincumbered." Fenell'
said proudly. -. . -" -
Miss De Vaux wrung her. hands. ''You-
you must not go away" she said. Fenel
smiled wanly, but shoook her head, saying
must -.--
"You are mad-quite mad!'' Miss De- Vau
said, the distress in her voice apparent.
tall, wholesome looking fellow came gustil
through the door. Two strides took him u
to Fenella. What does 1T mean-this mas
querade?' he asked. Miss De Vaux began t
speak, but Fenella stopped her by an I'm
perative gesture. -'.- -. .~=,
at means you are to be rich and happ
in your own way" she said clearly. II aav
not been so blind as you thought. Mr.. Jel
main does not really care for me. He love