LOVE AND MONEY.*

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXI, Issue 7008, 3 May 1884, Page 3 (Supplement)

LOVE AND MONEY.*

BY CHARLE3 SEADK, Author of "It's Never Too Lato to Mend," "Griffith Gaunt," "Hard Cash," &c. -

CHAPTER IX. LOVERS PARTED.Walter, little dreaming the blow his own love.had received, made Percy write Julia an apology and an invitation to visit his new house if he was forgiven. Julia said she would not forgive him, and would not go Walter said, " Put on your bonnet and take. a littT?j drive with me." " Oh, with pleasure," said Julia, slily. So then Walter drove her to the new house, without a word of remonstrance on her part, and Jfitzroy met her radiant, and : Walter slipped away round a corner, and when he came back the quarrel had dissolved. He had brought a hamper with all the necessaries of life. Table-cloth, napkins, knives, forks, spoons, cold pie, salad, and champagne. They lunched beside the brook on the'lawn. The lovers drank his health, and Julia appointed him solemnly to the post of "peace-maker," "for," said she, you have showD great talent that way, and I foresee we shall want one, for we shall be aways quarrelling; shan't we, Percy ?" " N—o, n—never again." " Then you must'nt be jealous." "I'm not. Id—despise j—jealousy. I'm above it." "Ob. indeed," said Julia, drily."Come, don't begin again, you two," said Walter, "or—no champagne." "Now, what a horrid threat, " said Julia. " I'll be good for one." In short they had a merry time, and Walter drove Julia home. Both were in high spirits. In the hall Walter found a short note from Mary Bartley. "Dear, dear Walter, —"I write with a bleeding hejut to toll yon that papa has only just discovered our attachment, and I am grieved to say he disipprovea of it, and lias forbidden mo to encourage your lore, that is dearer to me than all the world. Ic is very hard.- It saems so cruel, bat I must obey. Do not make obedience too difficult, dear Walter. And, pray pray do not be so unhappy as I am. He- says he has reasons ; bat he has not told me what they are. except' that you fAtbcr ha 3 other views for yon; but indeed, with both pareDts against us, what can ire do? Forgive me the pain this will Rive jou. Asli yourself whether it gives me any less. You were all the world to me. Now eTerjthing is dull and distasteful What a change in one little day. We are very unfortunate. But it cannot ba.for ever. And if yon will be constant to me, yen know I shall to yon. I could not change. Ah, Walter, I little thought wnon I said I wonld temporize, how soon I should be called on to do it. I c&s't writs any more for crying. 1 do nothing but cry over since papa was so cruel; but I must obey. " Your loving, sorrowful, '• Mart " This letter was a cbiling blow to poor Walter. He took it into his own room and read it again and again. It brought the tears into his own eyes, and discouraged him deeply for a time. But, of course, he was not so disposed to succumb to authority as the weaker vessel waa. He wrote back— " .My own love,—" Don't grieve for me. I don't care for anything so long a» yon love me. I shall resUt. of conrsa. Aβ for my father. lam going to marry Julia to Percy Fitzroj. and ho end my governor's non»ens3. Aβ for your father, Ido not despair of softening him It is only a chock, it is not a defeat. Who, on earth, can part Uβ if we are true to each other ? God bless yon, 'dearust ; I did aot think you loved me so much. Yonr letter gives mo comfcrt forever, and only disippoinsraents fora time. Don't fret, sweet love. It will bo all right in the end." • ! "Your giatetul, hopeful love, till death, • " Wai.t«b." Mary opened this letter with a beating heart. She read it with tears and smiles and utter amazement. She knew so little about the male character that this way of receiving a knock-down blow astonished and charmed her. She thought to herself no wonder feit women look up to men. "They will have their own way : they resist, of course. How sensible; we give in, right or wrong. What a comfort I have got a man to back me, and not a poor sorrowing, despairing, obeying thing, like myself." So she was comforted for the minute, and setiled in her own mind that she would be good and obedient, and Walter should do all the fighting. Bat letters soon ceased to satisfy the yearning - hearts of lovers, unnaturally separated. Walter and Mary lived so near eaoh other, yet now" they never met. Bartley took care of tbat. He told Mary she must not walk out without a maid, or ride without a servant; and he gave them both special orders. He even obliged her with his own company, though that rather bored him. Under this severe restraint Mary's health and spirits Buffered, and she lost some of her beautiful colour.

Walter's spirits were kept up only by anger. Julia Clifford saw he was in trouble, ana aeked him -what was the matter. " Oh, nothing that would interest you," said he, rather eullenly. "Excuse ine," said she. "I am always Interested in the troubles of my friends, and you have been a good friend to me." " It is very good of yon to think bo. Well. then, yes; I am unhappy. I am crossed in love." "Is it that fair girl you introduced me to when out riding ?" "Yes." " She is lovely." " Miiß Clifford, she is an angel." ••.Ha ! ha! We are all angela till we are found out. Who ia the man 1" " What inan ?" "That she prefers to my good Walter. She deserves a good whipping, your angel." "JMuch obliged to you, Miss Clifford; but she prefers no man to your own good. Walter, though I am not worthy to tie her shoes. Why, we are devoted to each other," ".Well, you needn't fly out at me, I am your friend, as you will see. Make me your confidante. Explain, please. . Bow can you be crossed in love i£ there's no other man ?." "It's her father, fie has discovered pur love, and forbids her to speak to me." •' Her father !" said Julia, contemptuously.' "Is that all? That for her father? You shall have her in spite of fifty fathers. It it had been a lover, now." " I should have talked to him, not to you," said Walter, with his eyes flashing. "Be quiet, Walter; as it is not a lover nor even a mother, yon shall have the girl and -a very sweet girl she is. Will you accept me for your aUy ? Women are wiser than, men in these things, and nnderstand one another." "Ob, Miss Clifford," aaid Walter, "this is good of you. Ol course, it will be a grea bltssing to us both to have yoar sympathy and assistance." "Well, then," said Jalia, "begin by telling me—have you spoken to her father." "No." "Then that is the very first thing to be done. Come, order our horaes. We will ride over directly. I will call on Miss Bartley,.and you on.*'liter. Now mind, you must ignore all that has passed, and just ask his permission to court his daughter. Whilst you are closeted with him, the young lady and I will learn each other's minds with a celerity you poor slow things hare no idea of." "'I see one thing," said Walter, "thai; I am a child in such matters compared with you. What decision ! What promptitude !' " Then imitate it, young man. Order the horaes directly," and she stamped her foot, impatiently. Walter turned to the stables without another word, and Julia flew upstairs to put on her riding habit, Bartley was in his study with a map of the farm before, him, and two respectable but rather rough men in close-conference over it. These were practical men from the county of 7)urham, whom he had ferreted out by means >f an agent, men .who knew a great deal about coal. They had already surveyed the farm and confirmed Hope's opinion that coal lay below the surface of certain barren fields, and the question now was as to the exact spot were it would be advisable tc sink the first shaft. • : ' . Bartley was heart and soul in this, and elevated by the love of gain far above such puny considerations as the happiness of Mary Bartley and her lover. She, poor girl, sat forlorn in her little drawing-room, and tried ■o draw a bit, and tried to read a bit, and ried to reconcile a new German symphony co her ear as well as to her judgment, which told her it was too learned not to be har • _ monious, though it sounded very discordant. But all these efforts ended in a sigh of despondency and in brooding on innocent delights forbidden, and a prospect which, to her youth and inexperience, seemed a wilder- . ness robbed of the sun. Whilst Bhe sat thus pensive and sad there came a sadden rush and clatter of hoofs, and Mies Clifford and Walter Clifford reined up their horses under the very window. Mary started up delighted at the bare sight of Walter, but amazed and: puzzled. The next moment her quick intelligenue told her this was some daring manoeuvre or. other; and her heart beat high. ;■ Walter opened the door and stood beside it, affecting a cold ceremony. \r _VMiss Bartley, I have . brought Miss Uufford to oall on you at' her' request. My

own visit is to your father. Where shall I find him 2" " In bis study," murmured Miss Bartley^ Walter returned, and the two ladies looked at each other steadily for one moment, and took stock of one another's dress, looks, character, and souls with supernatural rapidity. Then Mary smiled, and motioned her visitor to a seat and waited. Miss Clifford made her approaches obliquely at firafc. : "I ought to apologise to you for not returning your call before this. At any rate, here I am at last." •' You are moet welcome, Miss Clifford," said Mary, warmly. " Now the ice is broken, I want you to call me Julia." "May I?" "You may and you must, if I call you Mary. Why, you know we are cousins, at lea3t I suppose so. We are both cousins of Walter Clifford, so we must be cousins to each other. Mary " And she fixed her eyes on her fair hostess in a very peculiar way. Mary returned this fixed look with such keen intelligence that hor grey eyes actually scintillated. " Mary, I seldom waete much time before I come to the point. Walter Clifford is a good fellow ; he has behaved well to me. I had a quarrel with mine, and Walter played the peacemaker, and brought ue together again without wounding my pride. By-and-bye I found out Walter himself was in grief about you. It was my turn, wasn't it ? I made him tell me all. He wasn't very willing, but I would know. I Bee his love is making him miserable, and bo is yours, dear." "Oh, yes." "So I took it on me to advise him. I have made him call on yonr father. Fathers sometimes pooh-pooh their daughters' affections ; but when the soa of Colonel Clifford comes with a ' formal proposal of marriage, Mr. Bartley cannot pooh-pooh him." Mary clasped her hands, but said nothing, Julia flowed on— "And the next thing is to comfort you. Yon seem to want a good cry, dear." . "Yes, Id—do." " Then come here and take it." No sooner said than done. Mary's head on Julia's shoulder, and Julia's arm round Mary's waist. " Are you better, dear?" " Oh, so much." "It is a comfort, isn't it ? Well, now, listen to me. Fathers sometimes 'delay a girl's happiness; but they don't often destroy it; they don't go and break her heart, as some mothers do. A. mother that is resolved to have her own way brings another man forward ; fathers are too simple to see that that is the only way. And then a designing mother cajoles the poor girl," and deceives her,, and does a number of things a man would think villauie3. Don't you fret your heart out for so small a thing as a father's opposition. You are sure to tire him out if he loves yon, and if he doean't love you, or loves money better, why, then, he is not a worthy rival to my cousin Walter, for that man really loves you, and would marry you if you had not a penny. So would Percy Fitzroy marry me. And that is why I prefer him to the grenadiers and plungers, with silky moustaches, and half an eye on me and an eye and a half on my money." Many other things passed between these two, but what we have endeavoured to repeat was the cream of Julia's discourse, and both her advice and her sympathy were for a time a wonderful comfort to tho lovesick, solitary girl. But our business is with Walter Clifford. As soon as he was announced, Mr. Bartley dismissed his rugged visitors, and received Walter affably, though a little stiffly. Walter opened his business at once, and told him he had come to ask his permission to court his daughter. He said he had admired her from the first moment, and now his happiness depended on her, and he felt sure he could make her happy; not, of course, by his money, but by his devotion. Then as to making a proper provision for her— '

Here Bartley stopped him. "My young friend," said he, "there can be no objection either to your person or your position. But there are difficulties, and at present they are serious ones. Your father has other views." "But, Mr. Bartley," said Walter eagerly, "he must abandon them. The lady is engaged." "Well, then," said Bartley, "it will be time to come to me when he has abandoned those views, and also overcome his prejudices against me and mine. But there is another difficulty. My daughter is not old enough to marry, and I object to long engagements. - Everything, therefore, points to delay, and on this I must insist.' Bartley having taken this moderate ground, remained immovable. He promised to encourage no other.suitor ; but in return he said he had aright to demand that Walter would-not disturb hie daughter's peace of mind until the prospect was clearer. In short, instead of being taken by surprise, thj result showed Bartley quite prepared for thie interview, and he baffled the young man withont offending him. He was cautious not to do that, because he was going to mine for coal, and feared remonstrances, and wanted Walter to take hie part, or at least to be nentral, knowing his love for Mary. So they parted good friends, but when he retailed the result to Julia Clifford ehe shook her head and said the old fox had outwitted him. Soon after, knitting her brows in thought for some time, she said, " She is very young, much younger than ehe looks. I am afraid you will have to wait a little and watch." "Bnt," said Walter, ia dismay, "am I not to see her, or speak to her, all the time I am waiting." " I'd see both fathers hanged fiist if I was a man,!' said Julia. In short, under the courageous advice of Jnlia Clifford, Walter began to throw himself in Mary's way and look disconsolate ; that set Mary pining directly, and Julia found her.p'ale and grieving for Walter, and peranaded her to write him two or three lines of comfort; ehe did, and that drew pages from him. Unfortunately, he did not restrain himself, but flung his whole heart upon paper, and raised a tumult in the innocent heart of her who read his passionate longings. • • She was so worked upon that at last one day she confided to Julia that her old nurse was going to visit her sister, Mrs. Gilbert, who lived only ten miles off, and she thought she should ride and see her, " When ?" asked Julia, carelessly. " Oh, any day next week," said Mary, carelessly. " Wednesday, if it is fine. She will not be there till Monday." " Does she know ?" asked Julia. " Oh, yes ;. and left because she could not agree with papa about it, and, dear, she said a strange thing—a very strange thing; she knew papa's reasons against him, and they were her reasons for him." "Fancy that I" said Julia. " Your father told you what the reasons were ?" " No; he wouldn't. They both treat me like a child." '>'.'■ "You mean they pretend to," sho added. "I see one thing: there is some mystery behind thie. I wonder what it is." "Ten to one it is money. I am only twenty ; but already I have found,out that money governs the world. Let me see—your mother was a Clifford. She must have had money. Did ahe settle any on you ?" "I am sure I don't Jcnow." "Ten to one she did, and your father is yonr trustee, and, when you marry, he muet show his accounts and cash up. There, thatis where the shoe pinches." Mary was distressed. "Oh, don't say so, dear. I can't bear to think that of papa ; you make me very unhappy." "Forgive me, dear," said Julia. "I am too bitter and suspicious. Some day I will tell you things in my own life that have soured me.- Money—l hate the very word," she said, clenching her teeth. She urged her view no more, but in her own heart she felt sure that nhe bad read Mr. Bartley aright. Why, he wae a trader-into

the bargain. As for Mary, when she came to think over this conversation, her own subtle instinct

told her that stronger prsssure than ever would now be brought on her. Her timidity, her maiden modesty, and her desire to do right set; her on her defence. She determined to have loving, but impartial, advice, and so she overcame her shyness, and wrote to Mr. Hope.. Even then she was in no hurry to. enter on such a subject by letter, so she must commence by telling him that hei father had set a great many people, most of them, ntrangers, to i"g for coal, That cross old thing Colonel Clifford had been heard to sneer at her dear father,' and say unkind and disrespectful things—that lore of money led to loss of money, and that papa might just as well dig a well and throw bis .money , into that. She herself was sorry he had not

waited for Mr. Hope's return before undertaking so serious a speculation. Warmed by this preliminary, she ventured into the delicate subject, and told him the substance of what we have told the reader, only in a far more timid and suggestive way : and implored him to advise her, by return of poet- if possible; or why not come home ? > Papa had saicf only yesterday "I wish Hope was here !" She got an answer by return of "post. It disappointed her on the. whole. Mr. Hope realised, the whole situation, thongh she had sketched it faintly, instead of painting it boldly. He was all sympathy, and he saw at once that he could not himself imagine a better match for her than Walter Clifford. But then he observed that Mr. Bartley himself offered no personal objection; but wished the matter to be in abeyance until she was older, and Colonel Clifford's objection to the connection should be removed or softened, That might really bo hoped for should Miss Clifford marry Mr. Fitztoy, and really in the meantime he (Hope) could hardly take on him to encourage her in impatience and disobedience. He ehould prefer to talk to Bartley first. With him he should take a less hesitating line, and set her happiness above everything. In short he wrote cautiously. He inwardly resolved to be on the spot very soon, whether Bartley wanted him or not; bat he did not tell Mary this."

Mary was disappointed. " How kind and wise he is," she said to Julia, " too wise !"

Next Wednesday morning Mary Bartley rode to Mrs. Gilbert, and was received by her with courtesy, but with a warm embrace by .Mrs. Eastern. After a while the latter invited her into the parlour, saying there is somebody there, but no one knows. This, however, thongh hardly unexpected, set Mary's heart beating, and, when the parlour door was opened, Mrs, Easton stepped back, and Mary was alone with Walter Clifford. Then might those who oppose an honest and tender aCFeoticm have learned a lesson. It was no longer affection only. It was passion. Walter waa pale, agitated, eager; he kissed her hands impetuously, and drew her to hie bosom. Shesobbed there; he poured inarticulate words over her, and still held her panting to his beating heart. Even when the first gush of lore subsided a little be could not be so reasonable as he used to 'be. He was wild against hie own father, hers, and every obstacle, and implored her to marry him at oDce by special license, and leave the old people to untie the knot if they could. Then Mary wae astonished and hurt. "A clandestine marriage, Mr. Clifford," said she, " I thought you had more respect for me thac to mention such a thing." Then he had to beg her pardon, and say the separation had driven him mad. Then she iorgave himi Then he took advantage of her clemency and proceeded calmly to show her it was their only chance. Then Mary forgot how severely she had checked him, and merely said that was the last thing she would consent to, and bound him on his honour never to mention to Julia Clifford that he had proposed such a thing. Walter promised that readily enough, but stuck to his point ; and, as Mary's pride was wounded, and she was a girl of great spirit, though love-sick, she froze to him, and soon after said she was very aorry, but she must not stay too long or papa would be angry. She then begged him not to come out of the parlour, or the servant would see him. "That is a trine," said Walter, "I am goint* to obey you in greater things than that. " Ah ! Mary, Mary, you don't love me as I love you !" ' " No, Walter," said Mary, " I do not love you as you love me; for I respect you." Then her lip trembled and her eye 3 filled with tears. Walter fell on his knees and kissed her skirt several times, then ended with her hand. "Oh ! don't harbour such a thought as that," said he. She sobbed, but made no reply. They parted good friends, but chilled. That made them both unhappy to think of. It was only two, or at the moet three days after this, that as Mary was walking in the garden, a nosegay fell at her feet. She picked it up and immediately found a note half secreted in it. The next moment it was entirely secreted in her bosom. She sauntered indoors and scudded upstairs to her room to read it. The writer told her in a few agitated words that their fathers had met, and he must speak to her directly. Would she meet him for a moment at the garden gate at nine o'clock that evening. "No, no, no," cried Mary, as if he was there. She was frightened. 'Suppose they should be caught. The shame—the disgrace. But ob, the temptation 1 Well, then, how wrong of him to tempt her, She must not go, There was no time to write and refnse; but she must not go. She would not go. And in this resolution she persisted. Nine o'clock struck; and s.he never moved. Then she began to picture Walter's face of disappointment and his unhappiness. At ten minutes past nine she tied a handkerchief found her head and went. There he was at the gate pale s.nd agitated. He did not give her time to scold him. " Pray, forgive me," he said; " but I saw no other way. It is all over now, Mary, unless you love me as I.love you." " Don't begin by doubting me," she said. "Tell me dear. "It is soon told, Our fathers have met at that wretched pit, and tho foreman has told what passed between them. My father complained that raining for coal was not husbandry, and it was very unfair to do it, and to smoke Him out of house and home. (Unfortunately the wind was west, and blew the smoke of the steam engine over his lawn.) Your father said be-took the farm under that express stipulation. Colonel Clifford said 'No, the condition was smuggled in,' ' Then smuggle it out/ said Mr. Bartley." "Oh!" "If it had only ended there, Mary. But they were both in a passion, and must empty .their hearts. Colonel Clifford said he had every respect for you, but had other views for his eon. Mr. Bartley said tbat he was glad to hear it, for he looked higher for his daughter. 'Higher in trade, I suppose.' said my father ; ' the Lord Mayor's nephew.' ' Well,' said Mr, Bartley, ' I would rather marry her to money than to mortgages.' And the end of it was they parted enemies for life!" " No, no ; not for life 1" "For life, Mary, It is an old grudge revived. • Indeed the first quarrel was only skinned over. Don't deceive yourself. We have nothing to do but disobey them or part." "And you can 'say.that, Walter. Oh, have a little patience !'' " So I would," said Walter, "if there was

any hope. But there is none. There is nothing to wait for bat the death of our parents, and by that time I shall be an elderly man, and yon will have lost your bloom and wasted your youth—for what? No; I feel sometimes this will drive me mad, or make me a villain. I am beginning to hate my own father, and everybody elae that thwarts my love. How ban they earn my hate more surely? No, Mary, I see the future as plainly as I see your dear face so pale and shocked. I can't help it. If you will marry me and so make sure, I will keep it secret as long as you like. I shall have, got you, whatever they may say or do ; but if. you won't, I'll leave the country at once, and get peace if 1 can't get love." " Leave the country ?" said Mary faintly. " What good would that do ?" "1 don't know. Perhaps bring my father to his senses for one thing; and who knows ? perhaps you will listen to reason when you see I can't wait for the consent of two egotieta—for that is what they both are—that have no real love or pity for you or me." " An," said Mary with a deep sigh, "I see even men have their faults and I admired tEem so. They are impatient—selfish." " Yes, if -it is selfish to defend oneself against brutal selfishness, lam selfish; and that is better than to be a slave to egotists, and lie down to be trodden on, as you would do. Come, Mary, for pity's sake, decide which you love best—your father, who does "not care, much for you, or me, who adores you, and will give yon a life of gratitude as well as

lOve, if you will only see things as they are and always will be, and trust yourself to me "as my dear, dear, blest, adored wife ?"

" I love you best," said Mary, " and I hope it is not wicked. But I love him too, though he does Bay 'wait.' And I respect myself, and dare not defy my parent, and I will not . marry secretly ; that is degrading. And, oh, Walter, think how young i am and inexpe- _ rienced ; and you, that are so much older, and I hoped would be my guide and make me : batter —is it you who tempts me toclandestine . meetings that I blush for, and a clandestine marriage; for which I should despise myself?" ■ . Walter turned suddenly calm, for these words pricked his conscience. ••■• You are right," said he. " I am a black- > guard, and you are an angel of purity and goodness. Forgive me, I will never tempt . nor torment yon again. For pity'a sake, for.

give me. You don't know what men's passions are. Forgive me I" " With all my heart, dear, said Mary, crying gently. . / . ■ ■ He put both arms suddenly round her neck and kissed her wet eyea with a sign- of despair. Then tie seemed to tear himself away by a great effort, and she leaned limp ind powerless oa the gate, and heard bis footsteps die away into the night. They struck chill upon her foreboding heart, for she felt that they were parted. [To be continued.]