Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-06-05
CHAPTER LXIII

Copyright, 1918, Star Co.
1t was the day of the wedding
an ideal spring day such as comes
in April. The ceremony was to take
place at noon, and Mr.. Livingstone
had not yet told his wife of the
change in the young peoples plans.
He still felt hotly indignant when
he reflected that he himself had not
known the state of affairs until yes
terday. He did not like to remem-
ber how angry he had been and
how he had ragged and stormed about
his den when Milton and Gerald ex-
planned that they had acted inde-
pendently of him. 1t was bad
enough, he had declared, for his own
daughter to be a party to such a
scheme-but for his niece, who had
no claim on him
Here Milton Van Saun had inter-
rupted with a decision that astonish-
ed the older man.
Cynthia had talked to Milton with
a freedom she had not displayed to
Gerald. What she told him prompt
ed him to write to Darius Blake. His
letter was so manly and straightfor-
ward that the lawyer had replied
with all the facts that he had at his
command. So it was with a sense of
security that Milton had checked
Stephen Livingstone in the beginning
of his TRADE against Cynthia.
Pardon me, SIR" he had said,
but, as Cynthia is your sisters
child, and as, had her mother been
more foresighted, Cynthia might
have been a fairly rich girl now,
am sure it must be a comfort to
you to do the little you can to make
up to the daughter for a part of the
losses for which she was not to
blame. 1t seems but just, doesn't
it?"
The words had sounded innocuous,
but their effect had been conspicu-
Gus.
He Changes Color
Stephen Livingstone had changed
color, stammered and looked away.
The word Justice had been used
by Gerald in this connection upon
former occasion. How much did
this fellow know?
1t was then that he had con-
trolled any further exhibition of an
ger and had listened to what the
young men had to say with regard
to their preparations for tomorrow.
Only once more did he break forth.
1t was when Gerald remarked that
the clergymen understood the
changed conditions.
He knows, and never told mel"
he clustered.
A clergyman has no right to tell
that which is confided to him." Stew
art reminded him gravely.
And now it was nearly noon on
the day set for the wedding, and
Stephen Livingstone had not broken
the news to his wife. He must do
this at once. Setting his teeth, he
went cautiously into her room.
He never told any one of the
brief conversation that ensued. nor
of how he reminded his wife Bit
terly that she had driven her child
to this action.
Your matchmaking scheme were
all wrong" he accused, as a man
does when a venture into which he
had been drawn has failed. Now
there is nothing to do but to make
the best of it,"
When she said that she would not
go to the church, would not coun-
such a wicked deception, he
stopped her by speaking as she had
seldom heard him speak.
A Moments Hesitation
You will go to the church with
me at once" he ordered, "and be-
have as If you had been party to
tHlS surprise all along. InlS Is your
only chance to escape making your
self ridiculous in the eyes of your
friends"
He did not insist that she see her
daughter and niece when they came
down stairs on their way to the wait
ing automobile. For an instant Dora
hesitated on the threshold of her
mothers room, then, catching
warning glance from her father, she
touched Cynthia's arm, and the pair
hurried down stairs and out of the
house, accompanied by the maid who
was to arrange trains and wells in
the church vestibule.
Mrs. Livingstone did not glance in
the direction of the two brides as
she swept into the church on the
arm of one of the ushers But her
face wore a set smile.
1t wore this smile all through
the wedding service. 1t did not
change when there was an audible
start among the observers crowding
the edifice as the clergyman began