Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-28

guest of the governor of the state and
his promised'-
stop" Lydia cried. Don't, don't.
woman, George. I'm only girl who
! is being pulled and dragged by others
! Father begged me to permit this en-
tertainment, to accept Mrs. Dunleigh's $
! invitation. l refused at first, George:
on my honor l did. but father is in a
| critical condition. The doctor told me
not to worry him in the slightest. and
night. The poor man loves such
things with all his soul and lie thinks
Governor Teifare a great man. He
actually broke down and cried when
l refused: it was pitiful to see his old
gray head shaking with sobs over what
he considered base ingratitude Re.
sides, Kitty was included in tile in,
vitation. She is my guest. and any
natural girl would like to go to such
an affair, and mamma urged it. Oh,
George, do pity me- Don't don't think
I'm like the rest of the world, for I'm
not. l hunger for better things. higher
things but in this case l really don't
know what to do
'Then"-he took a deep breath, as if
trying to fortify himself against Il
coming blow-"then you are engaged
to Telfare"'
mo; am not, George. Don't-don't
question me so closely. am not hap
py. r.
But he looks upon this affair to-
night as favorable to bis suit Is that
not true:''
He may, George, but really don't
know what to do"
Buckley was as pale as corpse. He
brushed his brow with quivering
hand.
God knows I have nothing to offer
you," he said in low tone. "And it
was wrong for me to thrust myself on
you as l have done tonight. Your
friends will laugh at me for my des-
peration, but l don't care. Goodby.
l shall never trouble you again"
"Oh, George''-but he had turned and
was walking away in the darkness
She stif1ed a groan Of pain, and then
went into the house. She saw her
mother and Mrs. Dunleigh in the draw
ing room under the prismatic cbandr
licr in close conversation, but she pass
ed on and ascended the stairs to the
rc ~ assigned to herself and Kitty.
lie latter was unfastening her hair
before a pier glass and came forward,
her hands extended.
'.Hon't let it worry you, DEAR" she
said simply.
Lydia made no reply, sinking, pale
and miserable. into u 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.'
"Mad!" said Lydia, looking up al
most hopefully at the unexpected out
burst.
"Yes, mad" said Kitty. "Why should
that young god of man be kicked and
sneered at by our world. forced to
sneak around behind rosebushes mere
ly to see the idol of bis dreams step
into Der carriage. while half bald.
der palm trees. In the glare of electric
lights. in the perfume of costly flow
ers and amid the plaudits of a squirm-
ing low necked. white shirted mass
Of hero worshipers-hero worsbipers,
indeed! - when George Buckley, the
kind of hero We know, is left out in the
cold?"
Lob. Kitty. you are dar)ingn The
color was running into Lydia's wan
face. Her eyes were cleaning as they
bad not cleaned that night. But pa
pa? What about him? What would
you do about him?"
What would l do about him2 I'd
think he has any more heart disease
than have. and mine fops as regular
as a clock. except when George Buck
ley comes near, with those big. dreamy
eyes Of his. Lydia CranstOn. l told
your mother I wasn't going to influence
you either way. but If George Buckley
wanted me like he wants you he could
have me at the drop of hat. God
doesn't bring up real men in velvet
lined cradles; he simply gives them the
chance to bring themselves up. know
where you stand tonight, Lydia. Sc
cure in the Joy of George Buckley's
love. you are drifting away from it.
You are in danger. my girl-in danger
of losing the very thing you treasure
above all else. You think you can obey
your parents and always retain George
Buckley's love, but as sure as fate.
while you are now all woman could
be in his sight, if 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. as God is my judge, I'd like Il
chance to make that man thoroughly
happy. What do care about his fam
lily? Napoleon said he was the first Of
his name, and George Buckley may be
the first of his.''
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