The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1903-03-05

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has happened to the bride?"
II don't know" said Powell, savage.
ly, "or care!"
The girl laughed.
"How ghastly!" she murmured.
ooh, I'm in earnest said Powell,
jerkily. Didn't you read in the pa
pers about that old millionaire who
left half of his money to the son of
one friend and half to the daughter of
another, on condition that they'd
marry each other, and notlet any of his
~accumulations get into the hands of
people he didn't know? Well, I'm
the la in the story. We'd never set
eyes on each other, but we both want
ed the money, SO we complied with the
proviso."
"You-married her?" asked the girl,
paling a little.
six months ago, in New York. It
must have looked a queer affair to out
siders. One doleful morning my law
yer and | drove to the magistrates Of
flee, and as we came in one door, an
other lawyer, with an old gentleman
and lady and three girls, all in short
skirts and shirt waists and brown
wells, entered by another. We all
bowed, and then the magistrate called
our names, and I and one of the girls
it might have been any>of them, for
all l knew--went up to a desk, and an
swered a few questions, and wrote our
names. The lawyers gave us each a
deed of separation to go in force at the
door. Then we all bowed again, and
the family party got into a carriage
, and drove off, and IL had a two
mouths %furlough, you know-for the
honeymoon-came abroad to get out
Of the talk"
His listeners color had faded en-
!, tirely.
Her name was Margaret Kennedy,
) wasn't it?" she asked, slowly. 81 went
to school with her. She"
"Oh, you needn't hesitate" said
Powell, with a short laugh. eve had
several fetching descriptions of her.
She's a jew at a bargain, l know by
experience. And her voice, and-er
looks, impressed me ever through
the veil"
f "She wasn't pretty, certainly, or
very popular; but she was well born,
+ or course, and thoroughly we'll bred
she was speaking with an evident eff.
fort now.
"Oh, there is the steward" she said.
rising. "I-I must see if he hasn't
: something I can coax auntie to eat"
Powell gazed after her, his face rath.
er colorless, too.
But in the morning Miss Emily
emerged from her seclusion, probably
! against her will, and the day passed
quite unconstrainedly. When the last
morning came Powell was silent and
: stern, and Madge was absorbedly So
l~icitous of her aunt's comfort; but the
- final parting was conventional enough
= AS their cab bore the aunt and niece
away from the docks, the girl drew &
quick sigh.
!. "a soldier and a gentleman!" she
:, murmured, with a little laugh; but
- there was a glow in her face, neverthe'
less.
The city awoke under the weeping
skies. Powell, in his club window
9 gazed gloomily down on the dripping
streets. The disgustthathis whole ap
;, pearance bespoke, however, was not
y for the dismal prospect, but for thu
years that were stretching, in his imag
i%nation, interestless and wearisomt
y ahead of him. He was sick of the
{ army, he told himself, and, worse, sicl
= of civilization. AS for that pile Of
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= thought of it.
One of the club servants brought
> him a letter, and he tore it open indif
= ferently; but his face changed as hi
- drew it out.
81 would not write this" he read
= some one else. It was your own mis-
take in the beginning, you will re
member, in taking for granted that my
name was the same as that of m,
mothers sister. And, in self-defense
Icould not do less than leave you under
the delusion, though my aunt strong
ly disapproyed. I am sorry that tn,
only time we are likely to meet,
should seem to have been passing un
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I beg you will believe, I shall take a
!. good care of your name as you shall
= yourself. Margaret Kennedy Powell
y "What a fool I must have looked
- he muttered, the dark color rising il
: his face.
Miss Lockhart was deep in the ap
prehensive delights of unpacking he
- bric-a-brac, when a maid, entering, an
~ nounced:
: ga gentleman for Mrs. Powell"
cts the landlord" said Miss Lock
hart, sharply. 81 expected him. Mind
Madge, if he asks for another cent, yo1
go!"
! Her niece had risen from beside
trunk, with changing color, and pu
- her hand nervously 10 her hair.
;. every well, %auntie," she murmure
vaguely, from the door.
~ In the hall below she paused befor
:. the portieres; then, par
), ing them, stopped short on the thresl
"a old.
"Capt. POWELL" she exclaimed, in
~ low voice.
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