Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1908-02-11

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have to disappoint the bright expecta-
tion of that pretty young face.
would II mean anything to you,
Eunice." he began. surprised at him
self to note how his voice instinctively
softened when he spoke to her as one
would naturally modify ones tones in
speaking to timid, sensitive child, ito
be told you were born Of very good
blood?"
"Why should II not?'
"But in your isolation from the
world can you possibly have learned
the significance of such a fact?"
ut means, doesn't 1t, that my par.
ents were people Of gentle and noble
minds?"
"Well,' he smiled. I'VE TO not al
ways attach just that meaning 10 it
Some very degenerate families are
proud of their good blood
Meaning merely their inherited
rank? Yes, know" she nodded But
1.-THE rank is but the gulnea's stamp
"A uldL HISlLi iOi q kAoS-
81 should like to know that there is no
faint of dishonor in my blood"
You have the comforting khowl-
edge. Your father was New York
lawyer OF high standing and stainless
reputation"
Her face glowed at his words.
Il have a pride in It," she answered
him.
"You may we'll have. Now" he went
on, las to the current story about this
room and Its connection with you.
will tell you what 1t is.'
He told her then nearly all that he
knew, withholding only her prospects
of great wealth and the source of his
knowledge Of her. If she knew of the
existence of the confession he had
found she would have right to see it..
He did not wish her to see Ii until he
had ascertained what the probability
was that her aunt would recognize her
claims
Eunice heard him with GREATNESS
attention. But the break in the CON
tinuity of his story bewildered her,
But how. then, did you come to
learn what YOU say is unknown to all
o.hers-that this man and woman who
brought me here were not my parents
and that | am the daughter Of a New
York lawyer. from whom they stole
ma uv-ov from my hOme!
II can't tell you that tonight. Eunice,
how came by my knowledge. 1t is
better that do not-just yet. Trust
me and have patience"
She looked at him, the brightness OF
her face unclouded by his denial. but
she did not reply.
"You do trust me-"
"Why should l not?" she asked, with
naive surprise.
I'm fact" he responded, Il don't
know just why you should. You don't
know anything about me-"
al know everything about you,'
sprang from her. land nothing"
"Now." he protested. that sounds
as subtle as though 1t came from
Georgiana. What does 1t mean"
with my heart know you. With
nv head l don't understand you at
ALL"
"You pay me the highest compli-
ment If your unsullied heart teaches
you an instructive trust Of me. With
your head you don't understand meT'
he questioned her curiously.
81 don't understand why, If you love
Miss Ellery, you should go out OF your
way to avoid her, even Disgusting
yourself and feigning uncouthness."
Her simplicity afforded him the live
liest entertainment.
$50 that has been bothering you, has
1t? Well, you see, / came here 10 pe
quiet. and Miss Ellery isn't, just to
say, a restful person."
She looked unenlightened. But you
love people who are not restful"
81 don't always love to be with
them"
"Am restful?"
She asked it with her look and tone
of wistfulness which he was learning
to watch for In talking to her.
eff l told you you were. what infer
ence would you draw? You are such
an alarmingly logical little person one
has to he wary or be. trapped into ali
sorts Of admissions one wouldn't dream
of making"
as 1t commendation to be told you
are 'restful?' would suppose that
people who count for something in our
lives do not rest us. They stir u.s."
She spoke with evident feeling Sure
ly, surely. she was not thinking OF
Abe! He would not believe 1t.
"And we like to be stirred. don't
WEI" he acquiesced. That's what we
live for-to experience moments or
hours of thrilling sensations"
"Does Miss Ellery make you expert
ence thoseT
"ThoseT'
"Moments or hours Of thrilling SEN
sations"
His shoulders shook with soundless
laughter. But he pulled himself to-
gether. 81 have reason to believe she
would II she could"
He read In her open countenance
that he spoke in enigmas. But he did
not offer to explain. He vaguely won
dered why she seemed to want to talk
of Miss Ellery with her own exciting
story so freshly put to her.
He watched her without speaking
as. looking away from him. she toyed
thoughtfully with her apron strings
Presently she drew long breath
lifted her hand to push a strand OF
hair from her forehead and again
] rested her eyes upon his face.