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rr.-fWflf .f£ .(I There she skt J for an nbur, awfully t? still and bewilderment at the ram; knti_ Tog out - side, her face set And- stttiiftdd m :^tte^“ l despair. It grew pCTfictty^darfe, 1 she still,sat on, her head in the dark eyes ; j ,pmy;aj(oi|g,/7i shiver shook, her from ; head, toiioot i* every now and then, when she teeth hard and clenched the wooden- ~ rail anew. .... The lire died dotffi *j» ■ % fed" glow, the whole room was in a deep shadow. Presently the door opened" gently and 'someone came in. ‘ ;v,giaM

, ‘ Miss Casterton,’ said a low voice, h esitatingly, and a tall figure approacted r the *. * ' Then Georgie rose, ks9&&PS>£> : her hand on the ch4ir, turped ' * WfiS‘ was it ?’ called ‘I can tell you,’saidhe, and/Taklrig her hand, he led her to : ‘ She was deadly cold. He toofc L lhe ;i 1 poker and stirred the . smouldering-? , coals into a blaze j, then, placing a.ioW : :v seat ;fbr her, he put her in it in the.fulj light arid warmth. ! He stood himself. ? against the chimney-piece, looking' down at her with a troubled face. At 5 last he spoke. . ; : * I have had a letter from my brother, and ’ He hesitated. * Well ?’ queried Georgie, her usual ■ soft voice sounding harsh and dry,

He glanced at her, and then; began ~ ’■ to pace up and down the rooin, ', j ■ , • * How can I tell you ?’ cried he* passionately, stopping in front-of. Jugaca-t ‘lt is so cruel, so , unmanly, so dishonorable. In his' pitiful selfishness he says I am to break' it gfehtly to ySfir 1 * 1 * to assure you of his grief steadily. ‘ Who was it?’ :; j « ‘ ‘ltwas Emilie Forest,’answered he, I reluctantly. * Well ?’ queried the-poor Whiter lips,xi(| as if seeking for some shadow, of f excuse , for her lover's falseness.. '. . ; ” ‘ She is a great, heitessr-rhft fortune ~, is immense. 1 They were mained almost secretlyeven I knew nothing of ;it till the day before.!!! I will never - him,’.; said Mr Day, vehemently—- * never I Georgie, Georgie, don’t look like that!’ for the lire flashed-ojv show- 1 *' l ing the poor miserable 'face with the blank* bewildered eyes. Tie came and knelt in front of her andfqolf her hand* ; ? q * Georgie,’ if I could only atone for it! My poor lit tie one, if Icpuldpnly have : saved you front this 1* 4. She gave a long shivering sigh,- and laid her head back wearly the ’ ctishidn of her chair, as if tired. 11 ' ‘ Thank you—you are very kind,’ said' ‘ she, dreamily.

He looked at her anxiously. * I would give my life to rt-. nement —to'make you happy. Gci igie, will you marry me?’ ‘ No—oh, no 1’ she replied, shaking her head. . /Why not ?’— 1 1 cannot. Don’t ask ■me.* ‘ Georgie, since the first night I saw you I have loved you, or even now, to atone fbr this .great wrong, I would not have asked you to be my wife. Can it .not be? 1 , said he, anxiously watching the sweet fair face with the beautiful, miserable eyes. • ' ~ Sbfe : ft»fde; hp tt ply, but lay bach in Heir qhalrand gazed into,the fire, seeing, as^inA.dream,the desolate dim years, -s^retehingtbefore;; her, . Slowly her; thought? returned to the ftiend at her 'side, tHed, ‘trusted, and tnie, and, she ;herself sheltered, loved, and honored, safe in his steady devotion from 'sdnrow and trouble, shielded frpm ruijfe blast ‘waited a long time. The blaze of firelight light up Georgia’s -face, sad and dreamy, own,, steadfast '^ S watching every .change that swept oyer her/feajturfes; ;. ; ,/aiaU it be as I wish ?’ said he- at last, gently: p Do you know fliat I can give you npthjijg, in /return ? was the answer, given veiysorrowfully. f . ‘ <^dr- ; not r ask ; anything,’ was the ijuiet response. ‘ I only want the right to; take'care of you.’; , ; lay back' in her chair, gazing dreamily before her with her pathetic, 'sad weariness.. ;; ‘Sbfdl it J be. Geotgie ?* ufged he

Hgjun, , b'ioon’t know—give me time. lam so tired. ' I cannot think now/said she r:. '," happens, remember l am always yoat friend,’ said he, gently, rising at once ; and, if you decide in iriy ftiyOt, it will be one thing to crown my’life'and make it ifull and perfect.Then be left her. ■■ ‘The long/euade of an old fashioned aiuhn&f'a.summer. day: The: smooth mjxed. scarlet, .yellow, purple, and crimtheiqngi Pitehoh; windows opening on to it ;/ Avdataask rose-tree was trained all oyer the wall and round those Windows tb'st considerable height, in a . very shaky position, leant againt a buttress. Perched half-Way up, clinging desperately to it with both hands . and looking very frightened; wkS Georgie;; Her light mhslfljf dress was twisted tahd fastened firmly tptmd both herself and the ladder, japd, several long festoons of flowed and frills hung on the sprays of the ros&tree/; evidently torn away from the-skirt da-violent efforts to get free. She .seetned in a deplorable condition OffHjjHt 'hnd helplessness on her precarioui perch. Presently a step, sounded walk, beneath. o’iSgthpr, do< i r>come: here 1’ cried Geotpeiinotdarihg to - turn her head for I :"fear 1 of losing -her balance.- My dress’ is" quite - fast'’ to "those, nails. I have ■ been heire for nearly half ah hour, Xstooped' to .unfasten it, the ladder shgo& off I am; 1’ Keep quite still; ■ Georgie,’ said art uhtmitakeable man’s voice ; and with <^e I firm^ , tbh<3i r 'the ladder .was steadied, you doing up there?* wanted some, of those roses tip b/«w;thei water-spout/ replied Georgie ■rrld /tfaought l could reach them by jnstcliihbmg'a step or two;’ "dhildP ? said Mr Day, as he al the. pretty mushie hailsand unwind the yards and round the ‘ ; Where is John? Could gptdhem for you ? V/IrebosgoneitoStaveleigh. I could notinutke.; one hear: Gb, be : quick—l anr. falling ?" And Georgie suddenly clutched thejrungs.of the ladder desperately,; and her fape turned iashy-pale. In a moment Mr Day had mounted tbeladder, put his arm 'round the slight liftedherdownas easily as if she! had Keen a kitten. ?n*XiftK should pot do such siid lfie, gxavely, ias he deposited her 1 on a garden-seat. *it was very -j ‘ I;Was only faint with being in that mmped position so long,’ pleaded Geprgieand it was so high up.’ fall from there would have been np laughiag malter. Don’t try it again, deorgtel* .. he tried it ; for, mounting the ladder quickly, almost as he sfwke, -he gathered a handful of the coveted rojses,,ran lightly down again, laid them, all glittering with dew, iffhfs .fife’s lap;-i. 'Very,fair and dainty Georgie looked ill.the morning sunlight, the rich color «»BdBg»“«Bd' going v in the creamy pbeeks?; & random: rose-spray was fastened in,(the-bright wavy hair; the

sweetcyes,. 100 bashful to meet her bushand’s, were veiled under their long fringes, the little hand nervously busy . with the torn frilling. - , ‘ f Mr'Da i jr Sat beside her, and, putting an arm round her, drew her close to , him. ‘ ’ " j ' ' * Georgie, I have had a letter from Althur.j he, is .coming to ‘ Thorney Tlnliwr * - • Avlliiw* h. here?* interrogated Georgie, wondenngly. i. thW. is/ explained Mr Day, tb come and bring his wife with'mbi'ofCourse.’ , ‘ Well ? queried Georgie, putting one soMUMand liaif bashfully into her liMrfmniri MwwKZIQ 8* you to, decide, little wife. Btftioryoiir wishTshould never willingly have Spokento him again; and ;■* freshalfhotCome here unless you like.’ Geotgie resited-Her head with quiet codtehron her husband’s shoulder, and ■V trustful ;, Frank?” s them a efface in \TI Was riglnsof

‘ I'., I what? * —‘Do you love me ? * I" cise let me go, Frank—she is coming, really !' And Georgie made a desperate effort to escape from his encircling arm. 1 Tell me then, my sweet wife ’ —in a slightly anxious tone. She ceased her efforts to escape, raised her eyes, deep and dark with, emotion, and, clasping his hand in hers, said, gravely and steadily—- * 1 love you, Frank, with a love compared to which all other love seems poor and mean. I love so much that I know that till now I did not know What love meant. My husband, I love you so that nothing but death can part us. ■ ( Concluded. )

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GEORGIE'S LOVERS., Ashburton Guardian, Volume 2, Issue 364, 7 June 1881

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GEORGIE'S LOVERS. Ashburton Guardian, Volume 2, Issue 364, 7 June 1881

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