The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-08-08
CHAPTER VII.
TH HE sun shone brightly upon tn
old ivy-mantled walls of Fir

holme, the weather was warm
and sultry, and the windows and doors
were open, and the umner breeze
swept through the house.
Lady Carew had sought the coolest
room she knew-an old fashioned apart
ment opening onto a lawn. where a
magnificent cedar, the pride OF FIT
holme, stood. She reciined on a couch
which had been placed at the open win
dow. She mad laid down her book and
was watching the butterflies lowering
over the flowers, smiling to herself as
she thought of the Loves of the But
terhy.' She was reused from her
dream by the sound of a quick, famil-
~iar-footstep.
THAT is Carlos, I am sure" she said.
as she heard a firm tread along the cor
rider; and she grew pale with sheer
delight at the thought of seeing her
son. She had not expected him home
for some time yet; therefore 1t vas a
greater pleasure.
He had not waited for anyone to an
nounce him.
Where is Lady Carew?' he asked
impetuously of the servant who opened
the door.
"In the parlor, SIR replied the man:
and Sir Carlos hastily walked past him
and opened the door.
"Do not be startled, mother. / wanted
to see you, so 1 rode over from Hatton."
Before she had time to rise or reply,
he was kneeling down by her side, tell
ing her in passionate words how he
loved Maggie Waldron and must make
her his wife.
His mother lay quito silent. That
some such hour must come she had al
ways known. Her face was slightly
flushed with the heat, her golden hair
lay unfastened over her shoulders, and
her hands were clasped in dismay too
great for words.
"I must marry her, mother" he said.
II love her so dearly that l could not
live without her. She has no fortune,
but you will not mind that; I know you
are above all such petty considerations.
oh, mother, she is so beautifuli II you
could but see her as I saw her last! II
I thought | should be separated from
her, I believe 1 should go mad or die!"
"Stop. You speak so quickly, Carlos,
I do not understand"
She tried to rise, but her whole frame
trembled, and he gently laid her down
again.
Lie still. mother. you need not
tremble. I have made a wise choice;
there Is not another woman In the
world so fair and peerless as my beau
tiful Maggie. / long to bring her home
to you. Lob, forgive my imp~etuosity-
Il am mad with suspense now that I
am way from her. She is so beautiful
that the mightiest in the and would be
proud to wed her"
Beautiful" murmured the gentle
lady. But, Carlos, beauty is not every
thing; indeed, 1t is perhaps the least
desirable quality in a wife"
That's rank heresy, mother. from
you. who are so beautiful yourself; but
wait until you see my Maggie"
A deeper flush stole over the fair face.
What had come over this handsome,
impetuous son Of hers?
you must not say that I am too
young to marry" he went on. 1T have
heard both you and the rector say the
best thing in the world was for a man
to marry young"
Eyes, a man." she murmured. But
you are only a boy, Carlos"
Her white hands fingered on his dark
curls and touched his bright, proud
face.
"A boy It twenty-two!" he cried.
ooh, no, mother! Dame Nature her
self calls me a mani" And he lightly
touched the lark mustache that shaded
his mouth.
you must speak more quietly, my
darling boy. if l am to understand at
ALL" she said earnestly. 'This much I
gather, that the fate which sooner or
later overtakes everyone has overtaken
you. You love someone. and you want
to marry. Who is she?"
Then indeed he was a little taken
aback, and for a few moments there
was a pause in the eloquent flow of
words.
Someone whom you have met at
Hatton?' she asked. ooh. my dear
Carlos, heaven grant that you ave
given your love wisely! Who is she,
my dear?"
The anxious face drew nearer to him,
the troubled eyes looked into his.
Her name is Maggie Waldron,
mother. What a sweet, fanciful name
Maggie, is"
"But who is she, Caflos?"
"She is the daughter of John Wal
dron.'' he replied; land John Waldron
is Lord Stanleigh's land agent. They
live in a small house near Armytage,
lust outside the woods"
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