Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1907-03-23

all In the effort to nerve herself to her
task; 1t must be done. Now, or never.
II have communication to make to
you, Sir Everard-"
Sir Everard !" he interrupted, stand
ing near her
And l don't know how to do it," she
continued, unmindful of the reproof.
Had you been any other than-than-
what you are, | could not have made 1t.
| have been very wicked very wrong. |
have let things go on, suffering you to be-
lieye that | would-that | was going to
marry you; and l find l cannot do So"
dead pause. Sir Everard thought
that he had never seen any one so CON
fused; so painfully agtated.
Il do not understand you" he said.
but | think you had better sit down."
he added, gently leading her to the sofa,
on which he took place beside her.
1T is your coming home which has
awakened me-" she continued, scarcely
knowing what she spoke. Indeed did
not mean to do wrong, or to act dlshon-
orably; but when you came yesterday
evening-then-I found-that could not
marry you. Let me tell you all" she
resumed, gathering some courage now the
ice is broken, as nervously sensitive peo-
pie will do. 81 found | did not love you;
that 1t would be wrong to myself, and
doubly, doubly wrong to you, If | fulfilled
my engagement and married you: and l
lay awake all night, thinking what ought
to be my course. l did not dare tell papa.
he is very severe; and decided to
tell you; to ask you to give me up. 1t
is what | am now trying to ask you to
do. Oh, Sir Everard," she added, burst
ing into tears. Il do like and esteem you
very much; and it nearly breaks my heart
to have to say this"
You must forgive me IL repeat that
| do not understand you" he said. in
low, kind tone, "and your last words less
than all. You like and esteem me- but
you g not love me? l am quite content
to take the esteem and the liking, Mary
to trust that the love will follow"
at never will" she almost vehemently
answered, lifting her eyes to his for a
moment in her eagerness. 1T cannot do
So"
you love another"
"Oh, forgive me-" she whispered. at
was not willingly done; 1t seems to have
come on without my having been aware
of it. He did not know it, ether-until
last night when you came. At least--at
least-he had never spoken of it."
You have betrayed yourself, | sus-
pect, unwittingly. You speak of Mr.
Baumgarten Why did you accept me?"
why, indeed" she murmured. But
| did not know that | was doing wrong.
liked you very much, | admired and
respected you; you were so different, so
superior to the frivolous men we mostly
meet. 1t is true | did not love you, and
even then knew that liked-only liked,
mind-Charles Baumgarten but
thought it would all come right in the
future. | was acting in a species of
dream or beWilderment, which was the
effect your offer had upon me. | had
taken wrong view of your frequent visits
to us, | fancied you came for the sake
of Gertrude Baumgarten."
Gertrude Baumgarten !" he repeated
in curious information. Gertrude would
not have cared for me. Nonsense, Mary
She was rapt in that Italian prince-who
had more money than brains"
Mary shook her head. "She did not
care for him; and when he asked her to
be his wife she refused. After it was all
oyer--I mean when | had accepted you
and we were away, and on our return
home again, an idea came over me that it
was you Gertrude had really cared for.
was not sure; and | judged it better not
to continue the train of thought; but this
| know-Gertrude has never been quite
the same girl since. | suppose | ought
not to tell you this; | fear l am forget
ting myself in more ways than one"
Eyerard Wilmot paused. DO you
know, Mary" he said shat this commu-
nication in regard to yourself places me
in a very painful positionY'
81 can only throw myself upon your
generosity; only plead for your forgive
ness"
you wish me to understand that you
and Mr.. Baumgarten are irrevocably at
tached to one another? Then will it not
be better to tell the simple truth to Dr.
Dynevor? | do not suggest this to avert
unpleasantness to myself, but"
ut is the very thing that must not be
DONE" she interrupted, in agitation.
Charles Baumgarten is as yet too poor
10 ASK lOI ult, anu papa WOulu go WlIQ at
the bare idea of it.. He, of course, CON
siders it most d6YlraI lie thing-oh, par
don me for havia. Il ay all this-that
| should-should--b Lady Wilmot,
and | dare not tell him | object.
thought if you could do it--as if the OBJ
lection came from you-you would not BE-
afraid of him, for he could not be harsh
and peremptory with you, as he would
with me. know it is great boon to
ask of you" she added her eyes filling
again. "but--if you knew how unhappy,
how perplexed I am-perhaps you would
not refuse to help me-"
you forget one thing" he returned, in
n low tone, that the odum of being re-
fused had far better fall upon me than
upon you. The world is not generous in
these matters, but | can fight it better
than you can
Il forget all things" she answered,
but the bare fact before me-that |
must not marry you. and dare not con-
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