The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1908-10-06

quite firm-that is, well, you're
not in position to marry, you know,
are your" said the colonei.
But if were to be SO some day?"
he hazarded eagerly.
I'VE will consider that when the
day comes" said Mrs. Standard
sharply. "At present you're not
and we must decline to hear of it.
| Sufficient for the day'-and I do
think there has been more than suf-
ficientl We are going, Sybil."
And they took her away from him,
and he was alone again, reduced to
find such solace as he could in the
memory of those last words and
looks of hers.
And now Campion was confronted
with fresh dilemma, this parting
legacy of his ruthless tormentor.
What was he to do about the cast
that Perceval had lent him with SO
many cautions? That precious head
of Cybele. which was now submerged,
in the idols stead, at the bottom of
the Paddington Canal.
There was no use in putting it off.
He mus go to his friend at once and
at the risk of displeasing him serious
ly tell him-well, as much of the
truth as he was likely to believe. So
he left the house with this laudable
intention, which, however, an acct
dent prevented him from putting into
practice.
On the way he passed police sta
tion--not the one which had extended
it's hospitality to him on the night
before - and outside was placard
describing the discovery in the canal
of bag which struck him as being
not unlike his own.
And as he learned after inquiring
inside, it was his own; it seemed
that the solitary errand boy whose
back was turned when Campion
threw the bag over the bridge had
been attracted by the splash, and, be-
ing sharp youth, had instantly
informed a policeman, with the result
that the bag was recovered before its
contents were in any way injured.
Campion had to go through some
persuade the officials to give him the
bag; but he succeeded at length, and
Perceval, when his Cybele was re-
stored to him, never had the faintest
suspicion that it had played Gilda 70
Campions Rigoletto.
Whether the idols share in a SER
| les of disasters was or was not mag
mary, it is certain and somewhat
singular that it's disappearance was
coincident with the dawn of a happier
state of things. The very next morn
ing brought telegram from Messrs.
Moore. Bradshaw & Moore, who, it
may be remembered. were the firm
employed in propounding the will
under which, had it only been unop-
| posed, Campion would be entitled to
comfortable legacy.
This telegram announced that
| (probably from some unexpected
weakness in the disputant's case) the
| opposition had suddenly collapsed,
and submitted an agreement under
which all imputations were to be
withdrawn on certain terms, and the
will admitted to probate; and thus
Campion found that the legacy which
he had long since given UP as hope
less was actually to be his without
further dispute or possibility of fall
ure.
1t need not be said he lost no time
in writing to the colonel, and when
Babcock heard OF this, and perceived
| decided symptoms of wavering on the
| fathers part, he was reused to make
one last effort for what even he was
beginning to see was a decidedly for
lorn hope. His plan was simple, and
development in fact of the expert
ment in his own studio. The colonel
vas to be worked up to pay a visit
to the Grosvenor and see for himself
how shamefully his daughter had
been held up to public ridicule. If
that did not put spoke in his rivals
wheels, Babcock thought, il must roll
on triumphant
Mrs. Standard, still an uncompro-
missing ally of his, had no difficulty IN
bringing her brother to further the
scheme, and accordingly on the Mon
day after the scene in Campions
studio the colonel casually announced
at lunch that he thought I, + going to
the GrosveEor that afternoon--would
Sybil come with him? Mrs Standard
interposed-Syb,l was not strong
enough to bear such trial again.
Dear Horace must not think Of TAX
ing her; she herself would accompany
him instead.
For the moment Sybil was willing
enough to be excused. But the
thought that she might show her
trust in her lover by going nerved
her to face that portrait once more.
1t was not his work, and she would
tell them so as they stood before it.
She would not fail in her loyalty to
Ronald, the more so as she suspected
the source from which the PROPOSE
ton originally came.
So on that Monday afternoon, for
the first time since that eventful Sat
urday, she entered the Gallery-this
time with a mind prepared for what
she was to see there. "You know,
papa, dear" she said, as they went
upstairs, painters see people so diff
ferently, and-and OH If you find
something you don't like in it, re-
member Ronald was painting the
idol, tool"
-Pshaw!" said the colonel, whose
mind had quite rsgained its usual