The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-03-27

gone" Mrs. eavills remarks. by thu
time you 30 eat to Tasmania she will
have forgotten Bouverie and b. very
glad to see you."
Il hope So" says Sebastian drily,
considering she is to have all the
accumulated savings of her father and
her mothers fortune as WELL" Then
his face changes suddenly. And II
she hadn't a penny l should marry her
all the same. She is the only woman
I ever wanted for my wife"-rising
and leaving the room.
And while the great steamer con-
tanning Barabra in her second-class
quarters ploughs her way through the
grey pillows, George Bouverie once
more looks out into the world, with
hope shining in his eyes and a look
OF relief on his handsome face.
Today, that before sunset Is to be a
day of tragedy, is as other days with
the scent Oh coming spring In the air.
Mrs. Bouyerie has been moved to the
sofa, and lies like a fragile lily. with
her white hair and meek, quiet eyes.
George is beside her, and her deli
cate, blue-velned hands are lying in
his broad, sunburnt palm. They have
mad a long talk, mother and son-one
OF those rare talks that have brought
heart very near to heart. The moth
er's lips are tremulous, her eyes tear
full. They have been talking about
BARBARA, and if the young man has
given his all to the woman he hopes to
makes his wife, there is no jealousy in
the heart that has loved him since the
moment he was born.
You don't know what she is,
mother" he is saying. Il cannot tell
you all, but she is an angel. don't
think there is any one like her. Bar
para has saved me-" he whispers very
low, his sunny head bent. Il am 60
ing to be a good man, mother, for her
sake, to fit myself to be her husband;
and, God helping me-, she will never
have cause to blush for me again"
For a moment 1t seems to Mrs.
Bouverie that there is bitterness in
the thought Of the easy victory won by
a girls love, the promises made that
all her prayers and tears could not
gain; but it is only for a moment. The
mother-love brushes down every un-
generous thought, and it is a very ten
der, smiling face that lifted from the
silk-frilled pillows.
my boy, my son, you have made me
very happy"
George stoops and kisses her.
Some day you will know how Bar
bara has saved me. Mother dear. I
must not tire and worry you when o
are so weak. l am going to turn over
a new leaf and take to farming. Oh,
you don't know all l am going 20 dol"
laughing as he speaks, a laugh hat
is a little tremulous because he feels
like one who has been r%eprieved.
George goes off to Portraven, still
with that tremulous joy and relief In
his heart, and feels very humble and
thankful.
George goes to the bank, cashes q
small cheque-a cheque that now he
feels ashamed of because the money
has been won from a bookmaker.
However, it is the last time, he says to
himself. pocketing the gold and leav-
ing the bank. AS he runs down tho
steps he face to face with Sc
bastian Saville. The two men nod to
each other in the manner of those who
foster a mutual dislike.
Afterwards they meet at the post
office, where George is dispatching a
telegram. In fact, he is transmitting
the SUI of one hundred pounds
the p%ostofice by telegram. A
little pile of yellow gold is handed in
The office window. Sebastian stares.
and George turns first crimson, then
white, and his hands shake. He feels
the eyes of Sebastian Sayille on him,
md his confusion increases.
Again the two men exchange hostile
George finishes his business
and swings out of the postofice. Mr..
Saville buys some postage stamps, and
out into the sunny street again.
CTo be continued.)