The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-05-04

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coming happy event. Preparing her
trousseau she assuredly was, but as for
the happiness she was experiencing at
the same time that, to all appearance,
was infinitesimally small. q
Not that she did not love the master.
Patty loved him with her whole soul,
and would have sacrificed her life fof
his, but the misery his love entailed on
her was so great that at times she all
most wished 1t had never existed at all.
1t seemed as though the whole of
Arundale had risen against her.
All these calumnious lihels were tor
ture to sensitive, upright Patty, the
more SO since she compelled herself to
! endure them in silence. She would not
for worlds have told Max Schippheim
what she was enduring. And by some .
happy nance he seemed to hear MOTH
ing; everyone was too afraid of the
master to dare to hint at scandal to
him; even Lady Muriel was too wary
a d~iplomatist not to know that such
a measure would but increase his detef-
mination to be true to Patty. But, ag-s
gravating though these false reports
were which were so carefully repeated
to Patty, the enforced hearing of them
was by no means the seyerest trial the
pun Sill iidu " tIluuIt.
Joe Marks, who had either given ud
his work in Bolton, or it had given him
up, was always lettering about the
neighborhood-a pipe in his mouth, his
hat on one side of his head, looking the
very incarnation of abject despair.
Patty was compelled to meet him occa7
sionally, n when she did so the pic
ture made her heart bleed.
Wise though little Patty was. moro
sapient than most of her generation and
her class, she had not discovered who
the real delinquent was who was UNDER
mining her steps, poisoning the very
atmosphere in which she dwelt.
All! It was a direful day for Patty
when Paul Brumeau came over from
the great sister mandatory at Sevres.
h despairing love from which poor,
suffering, impatient Joe was bowed
down, to the extinction of all his work.
a-day capabilities, was as nothing in
comparison with the fierce, raging
storm hat Patty's sweet face and fair.
rounded form had awakened in Paul
Brumeau, rendered. too. as it was, ten
times more furious by opposition which
he felt himself to be well-nigh power4t
less to overcome. ~.
: Ever since the evening that Max had
come to Patty's rescue in the passage
behind the works, and had given Bru-
: meau his dismissal. the chief designer
had been most obsequiously civil.
She never saw Paul Brumeau, which
she did astonishingly often, considers
ing how far out of Arundale she was
living, that she did not, II possible, get
out of his way; but on more than one
occasion this had been so absolutely
I'm pnceihIa fhof poffxy 1aod k11o on.,-
PEELED to near what he had to say. =
Always the same tale, only sung in
another strain; that is, a story of his
, devotion, mingled with his professions
OF admiration, congratulations that she
is going to make such a splendid mar
riage, and regrets that he, being only a
poor worm, had never any chance of
winning her; but she, being in power
now. must forgive him his past. and
plead for him with the master that he
may remain in their service. -
Quick and sharp by nature. Patty,
however. does not altogether fail to
read between the lines of this MANS
cringing jargon: and each time after
she has passed through an enforced in
terview with him, she writes him enemy
in her mind. ss
Simplicity and no unnecessary dts.
lplay was the senior partners wish in
connection with the marriage, which
was to lake place on Thursday morn
ing. and no one contradicted a single
wish. 1t seemed as though all Arun-
' dale was paralyzed with establishment
at there being any marriage at allj
thus they had not a word to say either
for or against it.
The people never for a moment took
it into consideration that it was entire-
ly their evil tongues which had inn
PEELED Mr.. Schippheim into his mars
riage; at all events with so much hurrY.
On Lady Muriels shoulders did all
the onu of opposition rest, n she
carried the burden very lightly to judges
by her actions; for she went on her
usual way and did not testify to any
interest in the affair one way or arf-
other. -,
Meantime, Wednesday morning ar
rived. the day before the wedding was
fixed to take place. The quaint old
clock at the mill which had repre-
scented time to the country people for
years past. pointed to thirty minutes
past midday, when Elsie Bligh, breath-
less and all aglow from the speed with
which she had run up from Arundale,s
stood on the threshold of her mothers
cottages
Patty was in the front room ironing
some bits of lace finery.
"Well the masters gone away. Vent
last night; only took a handbag with
him, and no one knows where he has
gone or when he is coming back" az
Patty burst out laghing.
you little silly, what's there in that
to surprise you? He's gone on busi-z'
ness, of course. He'll be back in plenty,
of time
The day passed without bringing any
tidings of the senior partner, and the
morrow broke in true festive beauty.
The small wedding party assembl4d
about half past ten o'clock at Dalefoffti
village church. where the bridegroom
had decided his nuptials should be cele-
brated; but they waited there for him
in vain. Neither that day, nor for many
days to come, was anything heard of
Max Schippheim.
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