The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-09-16
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thhSs Wstn all his soul, and he thinks
Governor Telfare n great man. He
actually broke down and cried when
/ refused 1t was pitiful to see his old
gray head shaking with sobs over what
he considered base ingratitude. Be
sides Kitty was included in the in.
vitattgA She is my guest. and any
naturai girl would like to go to such
an affaE and mamma urged it. Oh.
george DO pity me. Don't-don't think
im iikS5 the rest Of the world, for I'm
not. munger for better things, higher
thing9< put in this case really don't
know Vhat to do"
'TbPh,--he took deep breath, as II
trying to fortify himself against a
coming blcw-"then you are engaged
to TeIf6Se T.,
am not, George. Don't-don't
Questidn me 30 closely. am not hap
But Me looks upon this affair to-
night favorable to his suit. Is that
not tfgfr
HeeMay, George, but really don't
know What to do"
bueYey was as pale as corpse. He
! Drusned his brow with quivering
S-God knows I have nothing to ofrer
youe he said I'm a low tone. "And II
was wrong forsme to thrust myself on
you ms / have done tonight. Your
friends will laugh at me for my des-
peration,hut don't care. Goodby.
l shall never trouble you again"
*Ohs S7eorge"-but he had turned and
was walking away in the darkness.
she sdhed groan Of pain, and then
went into the house. She saw her
mother and Mrs. Dunleigh Ia the draw
ing room under the prismatic chande-
ner In close conversation, but she pass.
ed on and ascended the stairs to the
room assigned to herself and Kitty.
The Inter was unfastening her hair
before pier glass and came forward.
her hands extended.
Don't let it worry you, dear" she
said simply.
Lydia made no reply, sinking, pale
and miserable, into chair and cover
Ing her face with her hands.
Il say, don't let it worry you," said
Miss Cosby. But the whole thing
makes me fighting mad"
"MadT" said Lydia, looking up al
most hopefully at the unexpected out
burst.
"Yes, mad" said Kitty. "Why should
that tlyoung god of man be kicked and
sneered ut by our world, forced to
sneak. around behind rosebushes mere
~ to see the idol Of his dreams step
INTO her carriage, while half bald,
sallow facSd creature receives her un-
Ser pain.sreSar-,R IN, the glare of electric
lights, In the perfume of costly flow
ers and amid the plaudits Of squlrm-
Ing. low necked, white shirted mass
of. hero wOrshipers-hero worshipers,
indeed! - when George Buckley, the
Kind of hero we know. Is left out In the
cold?"
"Oh, kitty, you are a darlingv' The
color was running into Lydia's wan
face. Her eyes were cleaning as they
had not cleaned that night. But pa
pa? What about him? What would
you do about him?"
What would 1 do about him2 I'd
make him change his pills. I don't
think he has any more heart disease
than l have, and mine fops as regular
as clock, except when George Buck
ley comes near, with those big, dreamy
eyes of his. Lydia Cranston, told
your mother wasn't going to influence
you either way, but If George Buckley
wanted me like he wants you he could
nave me at the drop of a hat. God
doesn't bring up real men in velvet
lined cradles; he simply gives them the
chnhce to bring themselves up. know
Where you stand tonight. Lydia. Sc
cure I'm the JOY of George Buckley's
love you are drifting away from it.
:yop are In danger, my girl--in danger
Of losing the very thing you treasure
Aboye all else You think you can obey
your parents and always retain George
Buckiey's love, but as sure as fate,
while you are now all woman could
be In his sight, IL you degraded your
self by marrying Telfare he would
gradually cease to love you and would
transfer his giant heart to some other
woman. I'd hate to be second choice;
but, rs God is my Judge, I'd like a
chance to make that man thoroughly
happy. What do care about his fam.
ilyi Napoleon said he was the first of
hts name, and George Buckley may be
the first OF his"
Lydia looked up sharply and fixed a
steady glance OH the face Of her friend.
You are actually in love with him."
she said. What rightT'-- She sud.
denly covered her face.
eOh. don't be goosey' Kitty said.
We've got work to do before we go
to bed. Your mother and Mrs. Dun.
leigh are now rolling delightful NOR.
sci of gossip under their tongues.
can hear their mumbling voices. !
have an idea. can't sleep until
have rid their minds of the belief that
George Bucl, lpy was hiding IN fbe