NLY A FARMER’S
DAUGHTER.
By
M RS. F O R R E S T E R .
»Hii i n m i u i
CHAPTER X X .
Mrs. Clayton was atifi a rich woman,
although she did not, of coarse, possess
more than « tithe of her husband's in
come. Still, that was enough to give her
erery luxury that she had. been accus
tomed to, gnd to keep her in a rnahner
befitting her statioo. She couid not pre
tend any deep sorrow for the loss o f a
man who had been cruel, neglectful and
almost brutal to her; but the time she
had been absent from him had in a meas
ure softened the harshness of the previ
ous memories, and the sad fate which
had overtaken him forbade in her forgiv
ing heart the angry remembrance of past
wrongs.
“ Perhaps, aunt,” she said, in a low, re
gretful voice, “ if I had been more for
bearing and less provoking to him he
might have been different all the time.” “
Lady Marion looked up from her book.
“ It is always right, dear, to think kind
ly of people who are gone, and I should
feel it wrong to speak against Francis
Clayton now; but I cannot help thinking
that no amount of goodness or gentleness
could have touched a heaTt so bitter and
cynical as his.”
Mrs. Maxwell declined absolutely to be
present at Winifred’s wedding. As she
was utterly indifferent now to the favor
V or disfavor of her relations, she did not
trouble to make any excuse, but content
ed herself with saying she did not feel
inclined to be one of the party;
“ I always disliked the girl, and thought
her intriguante,” sl^e wrote to her moth
er. “ It would be a perfect farce for me
to be present at her marriage. I have
not the least sympathy with her success,
although I admit she has played her
cards well.” •
The wedding was none the less happy
or magnificent for Mrs. Maxwell’s ab
sence; everyone pronounced it a very
splendid affair; and this time the sympa
thies o f all were enlisted for the bride
and bridegroom were both young and
handsome and happy. 8ir Howard gave
Winifred away, and her husband receiv-
- ed her with infinite gladness and tender
ness. All the farmers and villagers came
round to see Miss Eyre, “ that they had
known from a child,” married.
A t Haaell Court there were great fes
tivities; dinners for all the tenants, and
games and fireworks in the evening, and
a real military band from London.
Captain le Marchant was beet man, of
course; Ada Fordyce chief bridesmaid,
and Lord Harold Erskine was able to be
present without suffering any pangs of
jealousy. He was to be married himself
in a month’ s time. Madame de Monto-
lieu had actually been persuaded to be
present at the wedding. *
“ When we come back you will always
• ttTte with ns, dear madama,” Winifred
had said.
“ Not yet, my love,” the old lady an
swered. “ Young people arte beat by them
selves at first. I shall ask Lady Grace
to keep me a little longer; and then, if in
six months or a year's time you care to
have me, I shall rejoice to .come to you.”
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The spring had come round again, and
Mr. and Mrs. Hastings were at Haaell
Court. Mrs. Clayton was staying with
them. She was herself again now—not
so bright and sparkling, perhaps, as in
the old days, but very sweet and good.
She and Winifred were sitting together
^in the green morning room as the twilight
was coming on.
“ I think the old Court is decidedly im
proved by the presence of a mistress,”
said Mrs. Clayton presently. “ I always
thought it charming—now it is perfect.”
Winifred laughed a short, happy laugh.
“ Qh. do you really think so? It seems
to me the place ought to have a much
grander mistress than I. Fancy a girl
brought up to a simple country life com
ing to such state and grundeur! I feel
as if I ought to be like Lady Burleigh,
and, instead of making myself so thor
oughly at home, to pine away and die.”
“ It is a good thing Errol is not here
to hear you, or he would be very angry
at your saying such foolish things. If
ever anyone was born with a thorough
appreciation of the pomps and vanities of
the world, k is you, I think. It makes
me laugh when I remember how you used
to preach to me about love in a cottage,
and marrying the man you loved If he
had not a shilling.”
“ And so I would have married Errol If
he had been as poor as----- ”
“ Be thankful, ma belle, that your love
was not put to such a terrible test.”
There was silence for a few moments,
and then Mrs. Clayton spoke again, with
a voice that betrayed some agitation:
“ Winifred, did you ever know how
mnch I cared for Col. d’ Aguilar?”
“ I knew be'cared a great deal for you,
Fee.”
“ And you thought because I could not
make up my mind to share poverty with
him, that I did not lord him ?”
“ Nay, Fee, I would not say that.”
,
“ Well, then,” cried Mrs. Clayton, im
petuously, “ I tell you I loved him both
before and after I married Francis Clay
ton-better after, perhaps, than before.
I may as well confess the whole; I am
not afraid of your repeating it. When I
was so miserable we met again in Lon-
don, .and .it seemed my only comfort..to
get his sympathy for my trottblé. At
last we parted, with the intention o f not
«ea tin g again. I have never seen or heard
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of him since. I can gues why he keeps
away.”
“ You think he does not like to seek
you because you are rich as well as
free?” Winifred suggested.
Mrs. Clayton bent her head.
“ And I want you to do something for
me,” she. said, after a pause.
“ To ask him here, darling?” said Wini
fred, gently.
“ Yes,” answered Fee, simply.
- “ Errol shall write to him at once. I
know he likes him. I suppose he is in
England?”
, “ I should think so,” and Mrs. Clayton
rose slowly and left the room.
Presently Mr. Hastings came in.
“ Errol!” said his wife.
“ Yes, my pet.”
“ I want you to write at once and in
vite Col. d’Aguilar to come and stay.”
“ Do you, dear—why?”
“ Never mind. You are not to ask any
questions. I cannot tell you the reasons
—at all events, not now.”
He went up and kissed her.
“ You seem to have an equal opinion of
your husband's powers o f divination and
.discretion,” he said, laughing.
“ Well, Errol, but will you?” pleaded
Winifred.
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“ O f course. I will do anything you
like,” he answered. “ It is too late to
write to-night.”
“ Not if you send the letter over to Hol
ton. Errol.”
“ What! is it so important as all that?”
“ Yes, darling,” she answered coaxingly,
poshing him into a chair, and bringing
the writing materials to him.
“ Very well, little tyrant« But where
is he?—what is his address?”
“ O, Errol, I can’ t tell you,” cried W ini
fred, looking blank. “ Do you not know?'*
“ I don’t, indeed. I believe his regiment
has left Hounslow.”
“ Well, cannot you send it to his club?”
“ Yes, I can do that; but you seemed in
such a terrible hurry, and if he is not in
town, the chances are he may not get it
for days. Perhaps Fee knows.”
Now, Errol, how should she?”
I don’ t know, darling.
I always
thought they were such great friends.”
“ W hy, they have not met for months
and months.”
“ Perhaps they might not like to meet,
then,” said Mr. Hastings, looking up at
Winifred, and smiling a little malicious
ly.
“ Had you not better consult Fee first?”
and then Winifred fairly laughed, but
would not be induced to say anything
more on the subject. However, the let
ter was duly written and sent, and in
three days’ time the answer arrived. Col.
d’ Aguilar would havd much pleasure in
spending a few days at the Court, and
Mr. Hastings might expect him the fol-
lowing day.
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CH APTER X X I.
When the Colonel came there was an
embarrassment in his manner towards
Mrs. Clayton; he was grave, kind and
courteous, as though there had been no
more than an ordinary friendship be
tween them. He was resolved not) to
speak a single word of love to her. He
felt her wealth to be a barrier between
them, and could not bear to say what
was in his heart for her, for fear
any doubt of his great love should come
between them—for fear any base thought
should creep in and see a sordid desire
in the renewal of bis passion for her.
The last few months had been very
painful to him. When he heard of Fran
cis Clayton's sudden death, a feeling that
he was ashamed of came over him. He
was not glad, not actually glad—nay, he
felt a kind of pity for the man who had
been cut off in the prime o f his life, self
ish and ill-spent though it had been; but
he could not forget that Fee was free.
He felt that she must be the first to hold
communication with him. Would she do
so? Did,she still care for him, and had
she believed^ truly in the unselfishness
of his renunciatiop of her?
Mrs. Hastings was by no means satis
fied with the progress of the affairs. In
stead of the first natural reserve between
Col. d'Aguilar and her friend being dissi
pated it seemed to grow stronger each
day. They avoided, above all things, be
ing left alone together. Winifred want
ed to help them; she felt certain they car
ed for each other, and, besides, women
In the first flush of a happy marriage are
always inveterate match makers.
“ Errol,” said his wife one day at lunch,
“ I want to drive you over to the Mgijot
this afternoon. I am going to see grand
papa, and he has grown so fond o f you
he never likes me to go without you.”
“ You forget, dear,” replied Mr. Hast
ings, “ we cannot be so uncouyteous as to
leave our guests.”
“ How stupid and provoking men are!”
Winifred thought, pettishly. She look
ed up at Col. d’ Aguilar pleadingly.
“ You will excuse him, wHi you not?”
“ I was intending to ask permission to
ride over and call on Lord Lancing this
afternoon,” he answered, fabricating a
polite fiction for the occasion.
“ And I have a headache and do not
care to go out,” said Mrs. Clayton.
“ Then we shall go over to the Manor
as you wish, Winifred. Have you order
ed the ponies?”
“ No, pleafc? ring the bell, and say 3
o’ clock.”
“ I am just going round to the stables.
Will you come, d'Aguilar? What will
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afternoon?” and the two
it off together.
Winifred, suddenly, “ you
and Cot, d'Afuilar are very provoking.”
“ How, Winifred r
“ You are so atrange and distant to each,
other. Why do you not let him see you
care for him?”
“ I do not think he caret for me any
longer,” Mrs. Clayton answered, despond-
•ngly.
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"H ow Can yon be so blind. Fee? You
must know what he feels. Is It not quite
natural that he should hesitate to remind
you of the past now that you are rich?”
“ But, Winifred, a woman cannot speak
first.”
"O f course you cannot ask him to mar
ry you, but you can let him see that you
are not utterly indifferent to him.”
Mrs. Clayton made no answer.
“ It is so tiresome of him to go out,”
continued Winifred, presently.
"And deflfft your intentions, little
match maker,” added Fee, looking up.
When Errol and his wife had started
Mrs. Clayton took her book to the green
room and began to read. Col. d’Aguilar
came to fetch a letter he had written in
the morning A sudden thoght crossed
Fee'« mind that sent the blood rushing
over neck and brow and made her heart
beat in great throbs.
“ Col. d’ Aguilar," she said, with a voice
almost inarticulate with nervousness.
“ Yes, Mrs. Clayton.”
“ Are you really going out?”
"I am just starting for Holton.”
“ Won’t you stay with me? I shall be
so dull all alone.”
He hesitated for a moment.
“ If you really wish it I will.”
“ O f course I wish it or I should not
ask,” Fee responded, a little petulantly.
“ Then I will go and send the groom
back to the stables.” And he le ft the
room.
Mrs. Clayton was excessively uneasy in
her mind. She could not form the least
resolve what she should say to hjm when
he returned.
“ You will not thank me for spoiling
your ride,” were her first words to him.
“ I would moph rather be. hero. I only
proposed rldink to Holton because I
thought Mrs. Hastings was anxious for
her husband’s company.”
“ Are they not devoted?” sighed Fee.
“ I never saw a man fonder o f a woman,
I do believe hç fancies there is no one
like her—so graceful, so amidble, so
clever.”
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' “ That is as it should be. is it not?”
asked Col. d’Aguilar, smiling.
“ Of course, He intends her to make
quite an impression this season. He has
taken a mansion for three months and an
opera box, and I know he means her to
have her handsomest carriage and horses
in London. Fancy a woman having all
that and a handsome husband whom she
loves besides !* And there were tears iu
Mrs. Clayton’s eyes.
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“ She is very sweet-mannered. I think
she deserves her happiness.”
“ I am sure she does,” responded Mrs.
Clayton, warmly. "8he would have mar
ried him jnst the same if he had been
poor. She was not like me, Col. d’Agui
lar.”
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“ You forget how differently you were
brought up,” he exclaimed, eager to de
fend her from any imputation, even
though it came from her own lips. “ Pov
erty would have been a terrible hardship
to you, who had been used all your life to
luxury^*
“ It is very generous in you to excuse
my selfishness,” Fee said, softly, “ since
you suffered by it.' Did you suffer?” she
asked, with a quick alteration of mood.
“ Hardly,” she added, with the slightest
tinge of bitterness, “ or you would not
have been so ready to give me up.”
It was Col. d’Aguilar's turn to feel hurt
ind bitter now.
“ I believe women never give men credit
for real unselfishness,” he said. “ A wom
an lias more faith In the passion that
sacrifices than in the love that spares
her.”
“ Col. d’Aguilar,” said Mrs. Clayton,
with bright tears standing in her eyes, “ I
would give the world to know if you left
me because you really loved me.”
“ My love couid have little worth for
you,” he answered, sadly, "If a doubt
of my motive could have found toom in
your heart.”
There came then a long silence between
them, and both looked straight away
from each other, as though they feared
the next words that might be spoken. At
last Mrs. Clayton turned her face toward
the man, whom she loved and esteemed
more now than she had ever done in her
life before.
“ Ivors,” she said. In a low voice, that
trembled from the deep under-current of
emotion—“ Ivors, do you not know how
hard it is for a woman to ask for a man'a
love?”
He turned quickly toward her.
“ My darling! do yoa think it necessary
to ask for whit I have given yon. wholly
and entirely, from the time I first saw
you? Do I need to tell you that I love
yon heart and soul, and that I can never
cease to care for the Httle fairy who first
bewitched me until thé day I die?”
(The end.)
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Influence o f F ood .
“ What do you think of the theory
that food haa a potent Influence in de
termining character?”
asked
Mr.
Smtthfleld, as he ppt three lumps of
sugar In his coffee.
“I guess It’s all right,” replied Mr.
Wood, as he spvereda portion of his
beefsteak. “ It always seems a little
cannibalistic to me, when you order
lobster.”.
“ Well.” retorted Mr. 8mlthfleld. good
humoredly. “ lougbt to have known It
was dafigerous to lend you money after
I discovered yonr fondness for beets.
But, seriously. If there were anything
In the theory, wouldn’t It make a man
sheepish to eat mutton?"
“ It would, and prise lighters ought
to restrict themselves to a diet of
scraps.’’—Pittsburg Oasette.
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C o n fe s s io n .
"D o you make much out of your li
brary work?" asked the inquisitive
person.
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occasionally, "m uch more out of it than
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a duty and a privilege to write yow
about it.
" I suffered for over five years with
o v a ria n tro u b les, causing- an un
Th e Inference Obvious.
pleasant discharge, a great weakness,
District Attorney Jerome (ells of a and at times a faintness would come
prisoner recently brought to a Harlem over me which no amount of medicine,
diet, or exercise seemed to correct.
police station whose condition was so Your Vegetable Compound found the
nneleanly that he was advised by the weak spot, however, within a few
desk sergeant to take a bath.
weeks— a n d sa v ed m e fro m an
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appeared, -and I fou n d myaelf once
nantly, "m e go into the water?"
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is it Since you had a bath?"
that ie in my heart, ana I want to teu
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" I never was ar every sick and Buffering sister. Don't
rested before."—-New York Times.
dally with medicines yon know noth-
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book agent, " a volume which is es
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Mrs. James R . Hopley of Bucyrus,
O ., is the only woman who has been
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gram commemorating the 100th anni-
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union. The theme of her address will
be ¿'T he Value of Good Women in In
fluencing C ivilisation." Mrs. Hopley
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Oreat
'They say when the great pianist
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"They did tbe same when I played,"
remarked the young lady who blows
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The Camera’s Eccentricities.
"A ll nature is beautiful," said the
enthusiast.
" I used to think s o ," answered the
young man with discolored fingers.
"B n t since I took up amateur pho
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Did It.
He didn't have a dollar; he didn't
have s dime. His clothes end shoes
were looking jnst as though they'd
served thsir time. He didn't try to
kill himself to dodge misfortune's
whacks. Instead, he got some ashes
and he Ailed five doaen sacks. Then,
next he begged s dollar. In the paper
in the morn he advretised tin pcllsh
that would pot the sun to soorn. He
kept on advertising, and, just now,
suffice to say, he's out in California at
bis cottage on the bay.—«The Lyre.
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