The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1905-07-01

by J0Y6, /. Qoa t W0uaeI. IL ~ es9
a subtle little stroke. Your uncle
wished no mockery Of mourning before
the world
but my legacy is exactly in the
same terms said the girl, glancing up
at her lover. And Uncle Henry and
We're always the best of friends
We'll, he treated you pretty shah
billy in the end, ranking you merely
with people who had used him SO i'll.
You must not speak like that was
the firm rejoinder. Such a thought
would be only worthy of those others.
who went down their dead brothers
stairs grumbling and disputing about
the meaning of the will. It. was a
shameful, pitiful display. l shall
never forget it never neYer."
1T will mean lot to US, Nettie,
| DEAR be went on. You needn't &c
back to the sehoolhouse. Why can't
We marry now, right aWay?"
This is no time to talk of such a
thing she said. coldly. only few
hours ago / gazed on my dead uncle's
face, when the others had gone. For
many long day there will be sadness
in my heart. Now leave me, Norman.
This evening I wish to be alone
On the following evening he found
himself again in her rooms. She had
been out all day, but it could not be
long now before she would be home.
So the Iandlady, who knew the rela-
ton in which the young people stood,
had meantime made him comfortable,
| turning on the electric light and re-
plenishing the stove. Heavy rain, un-
remitting during several days, was
still FLASHING dismally outside.
At last he heard the outer door open
and he came to halt. A minute later
she entered the room. AS he closed
the door behind her he caught
| glimpse of the dripping cloak, umbrel-
Ia and rubbers that had been surren-
dered to the 1andlady in the hall.
But, disincumbered from her panoply
of waterproodng the girl was dry and
worm, rosy with the cold and exercise.
She gave him her hand, but eVaded
his effort to take her into his arms
and seated herself by the table.
Where nave you been?" he asked.
Where would you think?" she an
swered.
He gazed at her black gown, her
black hat-watched her drawing the
black kid gloves from her fingers.
You don't mean to tell me that you
went to the funeral?" His voice vi
brated with the restraint he was i'm
posing upon himself.
Eyes. I have been to poor Uncle
Henry's funeral With grave self
possession she unpinned her hat anu
laid it BY her side on the table.
He took a step toward and looked
down at her.
What foolishness! What utter fool
ishness!'' he exclaimed, bitterly.
When I didn't find you at home l be-
gan to fear it. So you have sacrificed
common sense to sentiment. You have
deliberately thrown away that legacy.
Her face paled. She beckoned him
to a chair at a little distance.
Yes, I threw away that legacy. Sit
down. Norman. When you left me last
night / weighed every question in
yolyed. Was I to allow the uncle who
had always been kind to me and my
mother to 60 to his grave unwept and
unhonored-no one of kin to him Civ
ing sign OF regret? Would you have
asked me to do that, Norman, for the
sake of thousand dollars or ten times
thousand?"
His own deliberate act imposed the
condition. was the sullen rejoinder.
Il bet that not one Of the others
turned up at the graveside-they stuck
close to their legacies.
Yes; his brothers, Ebenezer. Hiram,
James, his sister Mary, all were alb
sent. Il was the more fitting, there
fore, that I should be there
and you never thought of me-of
our future. You know my struggle
to get a start-ny helplessness in the
law business without some capital.
You know quite well that that money
would have got me the partnership
with Kingston. 4 went to see him this
morning: we talked it over; every
thing was settled And now I come
here. to find that all my efforts are I'M
DONE
In his agitation he had risen from
his seat, taken but q moment before
at her bidding. She surveyed him
calmly; she spoke with gentle sadness.
but with none of the trembling ir-
resolution Of the night before.
1.-TWO days ago, Norman, ! should
have deemed it impossible that you
would have spoken like this to me
that you would have counseled me to
wrong my conscience, to SO contrary
to my sense Of right, for the sake Of
money. You say I have thrown away
my legacy. But lose much more than
that lose the faith I had in you
MY dream of happiness is over -
Chicago Chronicle.
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