The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-03-20
CHAPTER IIi.--(Continued.)

black even his love for Barbara canno
make him forget t., a trouble 80 darl
he dare not face his mothers gentl4
eyes-a trouble he locks in his Owl
heart, while day &2 day the end comes
nearer. Even if he told Barbara sht
would not understand. Racing debt
and ~promissory notes would be Greet
and Latin to haY. But by degree:
George becomes Braver and Quieter'
his sunny smile Is forced sometimes
and his light-hearted gaiety seems tc
have deserted aim. And then Mrs
Bouverie falls also i'll that any
shock Or worry might be falkland
George sits and looks at her with d
lump in his threat and wet eyes. And
now his heart - breaking with his
W troubles, b sea of debt is engulf-
ing him. In u month a bill for one
hundred pounds falls due, and he has
nothing to meet it with, his own al
lowance anticipated long ago, and the
mother who might have helped him
lying too i'll to care now.
mo excitement" the doctors say.
"The least shock would prove fatal"
No wonder George Bouverie looks
miserable, and his face has a drawn,
gray look. Dishonor is an ugly word.
and that is what it will mean. The
man who had helped him into the
mess will not help him out of it. He
has left the country, and George has
to bear it all alone.
How to get a hund. pounds? That
Is the probl~m that n4--ts George
Bouverie with a sick agony of u~reasi-
ness that will not be quoted. 1t is
always there-he certainty of ruin
and the shame If it is horrible.
Money, borro7ed to pay his racing
DEBTS. 1t seemed SO easy at the time,
and three months seemed such a long
way of. He would be sure to have a
run OF luck and be able to pay. But
the man who had lent him his name
has gone, and George has no means of
procuring a hundred pounds. With a
sinking heart, he remembers with a
blush that scorches his cheek that his
mothers income is very slender. She
had given nearly all to him, saying,
In her sweet, lovable way:
What can an old woman like me
want? A young man must have pocket
money"
If she had only been harder on me
when l was a little chap groans
George now, realizing too late that his
own way has not been a gooG way
Even Barbara cannot comfort him
now.
The winter has worn itself away and
March has come-March that has more
OF the shy witching of April than the
usual boisterous month that proverbi-
ally enters Al a lion.
Still n answer from Tasmania.
Does Mr.. Saville also mean to ignore
the engagement? It were hard to say,
but 1t looks like It.
Mrs. Bouverie slowly creeps back
from the borders Of the shadow land,
and George keeps his misery to him
self. while the day OF reckoning draws
nearer and nearer.
Today the lovers have met. Bar
bara has ridden over on her bicycle to
ask for Mrs. Bouverie, and George
walks with her down the avenue Bar
bara cannot fail to notice his detected
manner, the look Of trouble that
blots the sunshine from his face.
They stand together In the sunshine
and the light falls on their young
faces, and out across the lawn the
sunbeams touch the daffodils.
Barbara looks at them with a smile.
I always think Of Wordsworth's
lines." she says. and quotes them
softly:
'sThe waves beside them danced: but
they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee.
A poet could not but be gay
in such a jocund company.
! gazed and gazed. but little thought
What wealth the show to me had
brought"
George only signs.
She slips her hand into his as he
wheels her bicycle beside her.
Poor George, it must have been
such an anxious time for you; but
POUR mother is better. really better,
now"
"Yes," he says, moodily looking with
%unseeing eyes at the nodding, dancing
dafodils, and drawing another long
sigh. Then his eyes rest ON her face.
with a sudden agony of regret she can
not fathom.
Barbara, my darling. I am not
worthy Of you'll" he exclaims in a voice
that speaks Of desperation.
She lifts sweet, smiling eyes.
You must not say that, George;
but, dear. why do you look SO un-
happy"
Il can't help I'll" he bursts out.
Barbara, / am a most unlucky fell
low. Dear, 1t would be better for you
Il you saw me again."
She looks half frightened, but her
hand creeps closer into his palm.
There isn't any fresh trouble, is
there?" she asks, noting all at once the
haggard look In his face.
Then he tells her suddenly and
abruptly, almost roughly, making the
worst OF It almost In his self-reproach