The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-10-26

to see. !. replied Jacqueline. her nears
throbbing with fear. II am sure you
have been i'll. dear--you look as
though a breath would blow you
away
Doris smiled braveIy.
mot ill-only moping," she an
swered. Il shall grow strong again,
now that / have you back. Hold me
fast, Jacky! But you ought to have
been Aunt Bradshaw's heiress, and
made a splendid marriage feel
that / have cheated you out of a
great future. Look! who is the tall,
fair man just going ashore? He is
staring hard at you"
Jacqueline glanced around. The
person who had attracted Doris at
tention was st. George. He lifted
his hat: she bowed indifferently.
An acquaintance of Aunt Brad
shaw's--I met him In England" she
said to Doris
The usual delays over, Teddy Graz
ven joined the sisters, and led the
way to carriage waiting on the
pier. Rain was now falling in tor
rents. Mr.. Wingate's clerk was
about to take seat with the driver,
but Doris interposed
You will be drenched outside,
Mr.. Craven-you must come with
u.s."
Teddy Numbered into the vehicle,
and, disregarded by both sisters,
sank into corner, where, divided
betwixt burning desire to fly, and
an overwhelming wish to remain, the
poor fellow sat in sort of mental
ague- chills and fever predominant
ing by turns in his mind.
His companions, ignorant of the
feelings they had aroused, began to
talk quietly, unreservedly, as though
no third party was present. Teddy
knew how to efface himself, and on
this occasion he was glad to be over
looked.
Doris" began the younger girl,
did you advertise for employment?
Doris sighed.
Eyes; and / have not received a
single answer. JAG, plainly there is
no demand for abilities like mine"
poor child" said Jacqueline, Bit
terly; 81 think you hardly realize
how unfit you are for any kind of
work. Leave bread-winning to
stronger women. You are as frail as
a flower. You must be sheltered
from the hard things of life, or you
will die"
"Oh, Jac," said Doris, with tears
of modification in her violet eyes,
do I, then, impress you as being
such a poor, helpless creature?"
Jacqueline kissed her passionate
ly.
mo, no! But like the lilies Of the
field, you were not made to toll"
II am too proud to live on chart
ty, Jac.'
"And my pride is equal to your
own, dear! l burn to deliver you
from your miserable fate. I have a
plan-you will scoff at it-condemn
it, maybe, but mean to execute it
without delay! 1 do not ask your
help, Doris, but you must promise
not to oppose me-"
IT promise" said Doris.
The carriage was rumbling over
the stones of the street, making
clatter in which the fresh, young
voices were partially drowned; but
Craven, with heart beating hard,
strained his ears to catch the next
word. 1t was Jacqueline who spoke.
do you remember the man who
robbed papa, and drove him 70 sui
cide?" she said.
A pale alarm appeared on Doris
face.
Phillip Trevor? Certainly I re-
member him-he was once constant
visitor in our home. Why do you
speak of him now"
"He made you and me beggars and
orphans while we were yet children,
Doris"
Exactly"
''For that reason I wish to recall
him to your memory. You were
born to riches and ease. Trevor stole
your fortune. If it could be recov-
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ence for which you pine, establish
your health and insure us both
against any fear of future separation.
oh, Doris, we do greatly need poor
papa's money, and, God helping us,
we must have it,"
wild talk, JAG. Philip Trevor
cannot he reached. Long ago he fed
with his booty, and has never been
seen in this city since"
HE robbed us, Doris. shall find
him, and demand restitution"
Doris stared ;blankly at her sister.
Neither noticed Craven, who sat in
lis corner with the cold sweat start
ing out on his forehead, and his
heart pounding his breast like trip
hammer.
To be Continued.