Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1909-09-04
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But, Maude, my darling u
Yes, and intend to remain So" laugh
I'd the girl merrily And the sooner the
fact Is broken to Mr.. Pearman that he
Is not my destinys lord the better"
Stop, child-listen TO me-" and the
nervous tremor in her mothers voice ar
vested Maudes madcap humor instantly.
She knew every inhexion of that dearly
loved voice, and her quick ear detected
coming trouble. much as the sailor fore
sees the storm in that peculiar sobbing
sound the wind sometimes gives forth
shortly before the tempest bursts.
In second she dropped quietly on
her knees by Mrs. Denison's side, and
leaning on the arm of her chair, said,
There's more to come, mother; you
haven't told me all yet"
mo, my dearest / had hoped so diff
ferentiy. / mean told your father, in
Short" and here Mrs. Denison fairly
broke down, and wept copiousy.
Maude petted, soothed and coaxed, as
she had done on many a previous occa-
sion. and between the showers Of tears
learned how much they were In the hands
of the Pearmans; how that their remain
ing at Glinn was an impossibilty unless
the Pearmans came to their assistance
and how her hand WAS the price they
placed on standing in the breach between
Harold Denison and his creditors. About
the foregoing of their own claims the
poor lady wisely said nothing. Better
Maude should think her future husband
stood chivalrously forward in her fathers
support. with the prospect of her fair
self as his guerdon, than she should
know that her hand wars the sole bride
which induced him TO forbear seizing upon
Glinn.
The saucy smile had left the girls lips
by the time she comprehended the sad
story. 1t was replaced by pale, anxious
look, such as had never been seen before
on Maude Denisons face.
You can't mean this. MOTHER" she
said, at length. "You surely don't wish
that l should marry this man, whom
can't say ! dislike, for / don't even know
him enough to tell whether | do or no /;
but that am to take this man for hus-
band without any reference to my own
feeiings-you don't intend that, do you p
Il don't know what win become of us
II you don't, Maude," gasped Mrs. Deni-
son.
-And is II not possible that we could
live without Glinn?' inquired her daugh-
ter.
What would your father do?" moaned
me mother once more, truer to him even
still than to the child she adored so.
at is hard ~ said Maude, and her
young face grew stern In expression as
she spoke. do you think it quite fair
that 1 am to throw my life's happiness
away at eighteen to save CHM? Mother,
i know nothing of the world, but a man
surely brings a bad introduction to a
girls heart who seeks her as Mr.. Pearman
would apparently seek me. l don't think
I'm a romantic fool but 1 never thought
90 leave your side in this wise OF course
know girls do marry for money but
butt had--had hoped l should be diff
ferent" and here Mnude was seized with
an hysterical choking In the throat,
which though 1t only drew few tears
from her own eyes, brought forth another
shower from Mrs. Denison's.
I really am shocked, for the sake of
my readers, at the amount of tears intro
duced into this part of my story. "Um-
brsllas up!" would have made an appro-
pirate heading to this chapter but what
am / TO do? You see. Mrs. Denison is
one of those women who naturally dis
solve into-may / say, mist ION the most
trifing occasions, and come down In tor
rents when things go hard with them
And, bear in mind, shs was performing
the hardest task that had ever fallen &c
her lot as yet.
mo use crying about il, mother" said
Maude, gulping down her agitation brave
". 81 am going up to my own room &c
think II all over; but come what may
l feel at present you will have to let Mr.
Pearman know that I'm grateful for the
honor he has done me, but respectfully
decline anything further"
When Maude reached her own room
shs sat down and began to muse over al
her mother had told her. Had IL come &c
this really that II rested with her to saw,
her parents2 What was she to do?
have said before that she was not like
the young ladies Of this world. She was
rather behind the age in many Of her
ideas. She was very Young, and had
moreover. a tnge Of that dear old-fash
toned romance about her which Is at such
q terrible discount in these utilitariar
days. 'What can there be to thinh
about?" cries Belgravia. Preserve m,
from such an imbecile daughter !" shrieks
Tyburnia- But Maude. after thinking fol
half an hour, with set face and knit
brows, suddenly rose with smile rip
ping over her pretty face, and while tn,
midday sun still glinted through her bon
ME brown hair, sat down TO write t.
Grenville Rose.
HE always gets me out of scrapes,
she murmured, softly; 'he must out O
this, though"-and here she even laughed
Pm afraid Gren will think this wha.
Ne calls big un.'
CHAPTER X.
Grenville Rose dwelt In the Temple
There. In a couple of pleasant rooms, h,
read musty law books, the latest period