The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1903-03-13
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By AMY BRAZIER.

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then she can't say anything.
But, my darling, how can waltz"
urges the young man.
| Barbara signs.
Aunt Julia would write out horrid
things to father" she says. And her
fingers just touch the rough tweed
sleeve beside her. !.
He laughs. :
"Oh, yes; she could say lot against
me, know. am in debt. and of
course that's against fellow; and !
did run couple of horses at the Cur
ragh, and: lost lot, too; and my dear
old mother will go about pouring out
her woesto Mrs. saville, and. making
me out to be black sheep; but I'm
not that, Barbara. I've you to work
for now, and I'll chuck the whole thing
up. ,pll have one .smore plunge, and
then, II win, and the 1uck's bound to
come my way now, I'll pay UP all
rounds and marry you, my darling,
with clean page" -
So hopefully he speaks, who could
doubt him? Certainly not Barbara, ]
you ARE my good angel, sweet
heart" goes on the man, bending his
fair head. Il know I've made mess
of my life; but it will be all different
now. You won't mind being a poor
mans life, will you, darling?"
Il shouldn't mind anything, with
you. George" she whispers; her beau
tiful face aglow with feeling.
"That'ssmy brave little woman! I've
not got much, you know Barbara The
Grange comes to me at the mother's
death, and she allows me two hundred
year. I wish now had got pro-
fession"-a wistful expression of re-
greet softening his eyes as he speaks. !,
The only son ofahis mother, and she
was widow. ILL.
All, what a story those simple words
contain! George Bouverie is his moth
er's idol, and sorely she means over
her darling's shortcomings. Her views
are not his views, and she regards with
horror his increasing infatuation for
horse racing, taste that is a crime in
the eyes of Mrs. Bouverie.
To please her, George sold his race
horse, but took to betting, fact that
need not be known to any one but
himself :.
! Only to Barbara he has poured out
| his remorse and regrets over himself
and his backslidings. To please her he
will give up everything, and Barbara
is content
Il wish could ask you in to lunch, :"
she says naively, as they reach the
gloomy entrance gates of the Court,
heavily Swallowed with giant cypress
trees, and dank moss grows on the
pillars and the stone grifins sur
mounting them.
George smiles.
Aunt Julia wouldn't be pleased to
see me, I fancy" he says, looking
down at her. II know she wants that
sour Sebastian to marry you-she told
my mother SOL
Their hands meet in lingering
pressure when Sebastian himself ap-
pears upon the scene, his face dark
as night, his eyes furious.
Morning, Bouverie,'' he begins.
with curt nod; and turns to Bar
bara. "My mother is looking for you,
Barbara. Have you forgotten we have
an engagement this afternoon?"
Barbara lifts her lovely eyes with
unconcealed scorn.
My dear Sebastian, you know 1 told
your mother could not stand 10
mile drive to drink tepid tea at Lady
Barry's. Not even your company, Sc
bastian, could compensate for such an
| infection"
Sebastian Saville may and does hate
young Bouverie; but the instincts of
hospitality cannot be ignored.
Won't you come in and have a bit
of lunch, Bouverie?" he says. And
George, who realizes that it means an
other hour of Barbara's society, ac-
cepts. f..
together the three walk up the long
avenue, where gnarled oaks meet over
head. and in, the woods at either side
the moss grows deep and soft
George swings along. with bis
springy step, and Sebastian looks with
envy at the young mans splendid fg-
ure. He is tall himself, too, but awk-
ward, and his face is forbidding.
Barbara walks between the two
men, and Sebastian notices the height.
ened color in her cheeks, the radiant
4, light in her eyes. She does not know
that he can read her secret In her face
and the knowledge fills him with ang.
! er. Barbara Is to be his wife: NO Idle
4 firtatfon must come between them;
4 she stosbe al his. Her beauty please,
i him. ind he knows what Barbara II
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