The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1909-01-22

THE marquess Of Fowey Is a charm
ing man-a real English gentleman
with all the courtliness and grace
that you associate with the true Eng
lishman. You will fall in love with
him, l am sure Lord Richard, you
may find less to your liking"
And when do we go?"
Il have promised to take you as
soon as you are ready"
How good you are to me! What
should I have done without you all?"
What l have done is very little
beyond my strict professional duty.
If you are in debt to any one it is to
Mr.. Grayton. But for him everything
would have been lost
ooh, yes, l know. l think of him
every day. Some day I hope to be able
to tell him what is in my heart"
That night and all next morning
Marion kept wondering whether she
could summon up sufficient courage
to go and visit Grayton in his sick
room. She wanted to do the right
and proper thing, but she was dread
fully afraid of shocking Mrs. Nav
gan. By lunch time her mind was
made up. Whether it would be con
sidered strictly proper or whether it
wouldn't she did not care. She would
take nobody into her confidence. Her
determination was fixed, and, as we
have seen, the visit was paid.
She was very quiet during the rest
Of the evening. She badly wanted to
tell Esther what she had done, but
there seemed no opportunity. She
had a number of things to pack for
the morrow's journey, and Mrs. Nav
gan could talk of nothing but the
great people she was about to visit
and the glorious time that lay before
her.
She could not help shedding a few
tears when she went away in Mr..
Bice's company. She loved Mawgan
Chase. 1t was her first home in Eng
land, her first shelter from the storm,
and she had a feeling that no other
place in h country would ever seem
to her so much like home. She
thought. too, of the other time she
went away. Clement was with her
then, and sh eva going out into the
great unknown, not knowing what lay
before her.
How strangely things had happened.
How good God had been to her! How
good everybody had been! She had
talked then with a heavy heart about
tho rhonrnc re 1if, o,l how D.,~,
ion had tried to cheer her with brave
and comforting words. She liked
Clement Mawgan; he was so gentle,
and yet so strong. How nobly he was
fighting the world in the big city, and
all the more nobly because he had
never been taught how to fight.
Yes, she liked Clement Mawgan.
and he-he-loved her. She ca,rght
her breath for a moment and stood
still. she never recalled that night
when he unburdened his heart to her
without feeling a sudden stab that
was half pleasure, half pain. What
was this love, she wondered, of which
men spoke? Would it ever come to
her? Did women eve feel it?
She felt very doubtful as to the
last. Women married for position
and took a husband as they took a
situation, and naturally took the best
that offered. For herself-if Mr.. Bice's
expectations were ~realized-she would
not need a husband to maintain her:
she would have enough and more than
enough, and SO would live her life I'M
trammeled, and do good in the way
that seemed best to her.
Her meditations were INTERRUPTED
bv the approach of Mr.. Bice, and soon
after the train came in.
They drove in silence from Padding
ton to ke2sington Gardens, where the
marques had his town house. All
the wonder and excitement of the day
seemed to concentrate itself into a sin
gle period OF time. She held her
breath with a feeling of physical pain
while waiting for the door to open.
Five minutes later she found herself
In a large room that seemed full Of
people, and a dozen wondering and
questioning eyes were leveled at her
from all points of the compass.
ITO Be contlnueo.)