Amador ledger., 1905-03-31
MARGARET'S LEGACY
{ Continued from Ist page }

see before giving up the lady.
What did my father say?' she whis-
pered.
we shall have to wait years and
years. he answered, gloomily; unless
you can persuade him to give us
enough to live on.
TO wait! oh that Is not so bad as
to forbid us to see each other. We
shall be allowed to meet and to
write.
L suppose so, groaned Mr.. Welby,
to whom these delights were of ii
doubtful nature.
'Oh, then l don't mind waiting at
all, said Margaret cheerfully.
Indeed, it was not. marriage itself
so much as all the sweet fascination of
love and the pleasure of her lovers
society, that was the thing she COW
eted.
But | shall mind it very much in
deed!' cried Edward Welby, jumping
up, and beginning to pace impatiently
up and down tho room. 'In fact, |
don't mean to do it!'
What do you mean?' said Margaret,
turning little pale. 1T is surely
better to wait than to give each other
up
oh, of course, dearest; but we must
be sure that we are waiting for some
thing. You must see what you can do
Margaret. You must tell your father
that you will die without me! You
would, would you not?' coming to
her side and kissing her.
ooh, yesl' cried Margaret, almost in
tears; and you would without me
would you not, Edward?'
Yes, of course, we should both die.
Therefore, darling, it is most import
ant that you should do what you can
to persuade Mr.. Durnford to give us
sufficient income to live on, other
wise we cannot be married; and what
Is more, it is no use being engaged,
do you see?' Margaret looked scared.
You will speak to him, Margaret?'
'Oh, yes, if you wish it; but | uni
derstand nothing about money
We'll, you must try and understand
a little, and you must tell him how
devotedly we love each other. You
can do that at all eyents?'
'Oh, yes, l will speak to him to-
night. He is really very kind if one
understands how to talk to him.
Very we'll; there's my good, dear
girl. And you Will write and tell
me?'
If you like; but will you not come
and see me tomorrow morning and
hear all about it? that will be better
than writing
Mr.. Welby drew one OF two letters
out of his pocket.
WELL, he said, after a moments s
hesitation, & don't think | will; the
fact is | have rather nice invitation
this morning to go down and shoot
with friend in Norfolk-he has got
his big covert shooting on-and l
think I'll run down this afternoon
and stop with him few days.
Go away' cried Margaret, blankly,
whilst her heart turned cold as ice
within her.
We'll, darling, really think shall
be better out of the way whilst all
the settling is going on; and you
must do the best you can and arrange
something with your father, and you
can write to me every day you know,
and let me know how you get Oh. l
will give you my address. 1t would
be pity for me to miss such good
pheasant shooting = | don't get a
chance very often. You would not be
so selfish would you, Margaret, as to
want me to give it up when l can do
no possible good by staying?'
'Oh, no, l would not be selfish tor
the world!' said the poor girl, with
ner eyes brlmful of tears.
of course, dear, you had better go. ;
Then he kissed her and called her a
dear girl, and babe her write to him.
Edward, dear,' she whispered,
quite comforted by his caresses, Il
should like to give you something
some present for you to take away
for my sake. Tell me is anything you
want?'
Silly little woman, no, nothing
at least nothing that you could give
me. The only thing l want-is-oh,
we'll, never mind
But there is something, she cried,
excitedly; do tell me what it ISL
Then after great deal of pressing
and persuad1ng, MI Edward Welby
finally did confess that the one thing
on earth he coveted was a good dress
1ng-bag to take away with him when
he went on visits to big houses.
But you can't give me that, Marga-
ret, it would cost too much.
No, of course 1 can't, answered
Margaret, radiant, and she wished her
lover goodbye.
AS soon as he was gone she got into
hanson and went down by herself
into the city, and walked straight in
to her fathers private place of busi-
ness.
Halo, Margaret, what brings you
Il