The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-06-27

comparison is mockery. Basil is the
finest gentleman I ever saw. Socially,
he is perfection, and
n:He is only clergyman
e'Even as a clergyman he is of re-
erations Of .clergymen behind him, and
he is a prince in the pulpit Every
man that knows him gives him the
highest respect, every woman thinks
you the most fortunate Of wives. No
one cares for Fred Mostyn. Even in
his native place he is held in contempt.
He had 900 votes to young Rawdon's
10000"
IT don It mind that. I am going
to the matinee tomorrow with Fred.
He wanted to take me out in his auto
this afternoon, but when I said would
go if you would he drew back. What
is the reasonq Did he make you offer
of his hands Did you refuse it,"
"He never made me an offer. /
count that to myself as great compile
ment. If he had done such a thing,
he would certainly have been refused''
~ can tell that he really hates you.
What dirty trick did you serve him
about Rawdon Court9".
p so he sailed the release Of Squire
been very dirty triek~to have let
Rawdon.' -.-- =.
"Of course, Ethel, when a man lends
his money. as an obligation he expects
to get it back again.
Mostyn got every farthing due him,
and he wanted one Of the finest manors
Tfather!'' =, - =
.tHe will not forget your fathers
interference"
~ hope he will remember it.''
DO you know who furnished the
money to pay Fred? He says he is sure
your father did not have it."
"Tell him to ask my, father; He
my father had the money or not was
immaterial. Father could borrow any
sum he wanted, I think"
"Whom did he borrow from?'
:" am sure that Fred told you to ask
that that sqq' question Is he writing to YOU
stSuppose he isq'' ----
81 cannot suppose such a thing. It
is too IMPOSSIBLE
This was the beginning Of series
of events all more or less qualified to
bring about unspeakable misery in Ba-
sil's home. But there is nothing in
life like the marriage tie, The tugs it
will bear and not break, the wrongs it
WILL 1OVh ONOlS tuo Cul Ou1C ulSuuOtI@
standings it will forgive, make It one
of the mysteries of humanity. It was
not in day or week that Basil Stan
hopes dream Of love and home was
shattered. Dora had frequent and then
less frequent times Of return to her
. better self; and every such time re-
newed her husband s hope that she was
merely passing thru a period Of tran
sition and assimilation, and that in the
end she would be all his desire hoped
for.
But Ethel saw what he did not see,
that Mostyn was gradually inspiring
her with his own opinions, perhaps even
with his own passion. In this emer-
gency, however, she was gratifed to
have grasped the situation. For if
Dora went to the theater with Mostyn,
Mrs. Denning or Bryce was also there;
and the reckless auto driving, shopping
and lunching had at least show of re-
spectacle association. Yet when the
opera season opened, the constant COM
panionship Of Mostyn and Dora became
the public estimation, but in Basil s
miserable conception Of his own wrong.
The young husband used every art and
persuasion-and failed. And his fail
ure was too apparent to be sighted.
He became feverish and nervous, and
Ills Ir1endS READ ms misery IN eyes
heavy with unshed tears, and in the
wasting pallor caused by his sleepless,
sorrowful nights.
Dora also showed signs Of the change
SO rapidly working on her. She was sui
len and passionate by turns; she COM
planned bitterly to Ethel that her youth
and beauty had been wasted; that she
was only 10, and her life was over. She
wanted to go, to Paris, to get away
She began to dislike even the presence
of Basil His stately beauty offended
her, his low, calm voice was the very
Keynote of irritation.
One morning near Christmas he came
to her with smiling, radiant face.
ssDora," he said, Dora, my love, I
have something SO interesting to tell