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0 YOU desire me to marry
him7" asked -Miss Castle.
quietly.
D “Let me finish," said her
uncle. “Jane," he added.
turning on his sister, "if
you could avoid sneezing
r a few rnoments.I shou d
o
Egindebteti to you."
$38 Jane Garcitle. n sallnw lady of 40.
who suffered with colds all winter and
hay-lever all summer, meekly left the‘
roon '
Miss Castle herself leaned on the Dll".i.I.l'xifO,
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withered rose, while heigguardlan, the
Hon. John C3fCi4l0, nnishul what he had
t E‘ and pulled out his cigar-case
with decision.
' havaronlyho had," he said, "that
Ax
James J. Crawford is one man in .1 mil-
ion.”
ller youthful adoration of Garth]: had
changed within a few years to a sweet-
lempered indifference. lie was xtwnre’ of
3: he was anxious to learn whether
the change had also affected her im
herited passion for truthfulness.
"Do you remember a promise you once
made?" h2‘inqulred, lighting his cigar
with care. 4 -
"Yes," aha said. calmly. ,
Vhen was it?"
"On my tenth birthday."
He looked out of the heavily curtnlned
window.
"Of course you could not be held to
such it promise," he remarke .
"There is no need to hold me to it,"
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she answered, flushing up as she spoke.
Her delicate sense of honor amused
him; he lay hack in his armchair, en-
uying hi: cigar. ‘
“It is rurious." he said, "that you can-
not recall meeting Iilr. Crawford last
winter.“ r
"A gtr has awopportunity to forget
hundreds of faces after her ilret season,"
she said.
T e was another muse: then Gar-
ride went "l am going to ask you to
marry him."
Her’ face nnled a trifle: she bent her
head in acquiescence. Garcide smiled.
1 had always been that way with the
Their word, once xiven, ended
ull matters. An now Garclde was
tzratitled to learn the value of a promise
muom
TBY. ROBERT w. CHAMBERS“
made to him by fl mere child of .
"l wonder," said Jmrcide. plaintively.
“why you never open your heart to me,
d ’" "‘
“.i‘wnndor, too," she said; “myrfather
did." ‘
Gnrcide turned his nushed face to the
window. ‘ -
Years hefort. when the firm of Gar-
cide K; Castle went in pieces, Peter Castle
stood by the wreck to the cnd,‘x)atchlng
it with his last dollar. the wreck
broke up. and he drifted piteously with
the debris until :1 kindly current carried
him into the lust harbor of all-the port
of human zlercllcts.
Garuido however, contrived to cling
to some valuable tiotsnm and paddle into
calm water. and anchor. r
ter a few years he built a handsome
house above Fiftieth street: after A few ‘
ore years he 11 new.wlng‘ for
Saint Herald's llospltal; and after a few
