The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1903-04-24

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one" she said. as they rose from the
breakfast table, "Joris, / think there
Is a letter from your father. To the
city o must go as soon as you can,
for | have had a restless night, full Of
feeling it has been"
Joris smiled and kissing her, said,
81 am going at once. If there is a
it,"
But come myself"
THAT cannot"
But why, them"
Tomorrow / will tell YOU"
That is well. Into thy mothers
heart drop all thy joys and sorrows.
Thine are mine"
1t happened-but doubtless hap
pened because so ordered-that the
very hour in which Joris left Hyde
Manor, Peter Van Ariens received a
letter that made him very serious. He
left his Office and went to see his son
Rem" he said, here has come a let
go there, and that, too, in a great
hurry. The house of Blume and Otis
is likely to fail, and in it we have
some great interests. A lawyer we
must have to look after them; go
myself, and it shall be well for both
of u.s."
Il cannot go with a happy mind to-
day. think now my case with Cor
nelia will bear putting to the question.
AS you know, it has been step with
step between Joris Hyde and myself
in that affair, and il l go away 10Y
without securing the ground l have
gained, what can hinder Hyde from
taking advantage over me"
That is fair. A man is not a man
till he has won a wife. Cornelia Moran
is much to my mind. Go and see her
now"
81 will write to her. l will tell her
what is in my heart and ask her for
her love and her hand. If she Is kind
to my offer then l can go to Boston
with a free heart and look after your
money and your business"
But the letter to Cornelia which
Hyde found to slip off his pen like
dancing was a much more difficult
matter to Rem. He wrote and de-
stroyed, and wrote again and de-
stroyed, and this Sc often that he final
ly resolved to go to Maiden Lane for
his inspiration.
He met George Hyde sauntering up
the street looking unhappy and rest
less, and he suspected at once that
he had been walking past DR.. Moran's
house in the hope of seeing Cornelia
and had been disappointed. The
thought delighted him. He vas will
ing to bear disappointment himself, if
by doing SO some of Hyde's smiling
confidence was changed to that unhap-
Ply uneasiness which he detected in
his rivals face and manner. The
young men bowed to each other, but
did not speak.
What a mere sullen creature that
Rem Van Ariens isl" thought Hyde,
land with all the good temper in the
world l affirm it," Then, with a move
ment of Impotence he added:
Why should l let him into my
mind?-for he is the least welcome of
all %intruders. Good gracious, how long
the minutes are! How shall l endure
another hour?-perhaps many hours.
Where can she have gone? Not I'M
likely to Madame Jacobus. l will go
to her at once"
He fastened his steps and soon ar
rived at the well-known residence of
hiS frinnd Ho uyoc onna1nd no co@-
as the door was opened to find prep
arations of the most evident kind for
some change. What is the natter"
he asked in a voice of fear.
Il am going away for a time, Joris,
my good friend" answered madame,
coming out of a shrouded and dark
ened parlor as she spoke.
But where are you going?"
ITO Charleston. My sister Sabrina
is sick-dying, and there is no one so
ear to her as l am. But what brings
you here so early?"
MY mother felt sure there was a
letter from father, and came at once
to get it for her, but there was none"
1T will come in good time. Now, |
must go. Goodbye, dear Joris!"
For how long. my friend?"
81 know not. Sabrina is incurably
i'll. 1 shall stay with her till she de-
parts" She said these words as they
went down the steps together, and
with eyes full of tears he placed her
carefully in the coach and then turned
sorrowfully to his own rooms.
In the meantime Rem was writing
his proposal. Finally, after many
trials, he desisted with the following, |
though it was the least effective of
any form he had written:
ITO Miss Moran:
"Honored and Beloved Friend
Twenty times this day l have tried
to write a letter worthy to come into
your hands and worthy to tell you
how beyond all words l love you. But
what can / say more than that l love |
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