Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 87: what you’re looking at

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eee The Conquering Hae “You forget, Aunt Helei2” ’ she aide “yp can pee) marr. Captain Darrell may come here and éleinn mpi ot as “Tet him try it!” impetuously cried Helen 4 “Let pea ys dare to try it! No, no! he and Peter Fisher know better then ie that. ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang sat eyes as theirs have gone in this case. Set your heart Kstella. You might marry to-morrow, for all they | da wre int te fere. Captain Darrell has no more claim upon ba t st oa he has upon me.” as ee, a “You think so, Aunt Helens , You really ake so! ” “I know so, my dear. In the first place, I do not con: any clergyman ever was base enough to perform that cere. Hi mony. In the second, even if a clergyman did, such a amar riage would be null and illegal, and lay both him and all | concerned open to prosecution. "Forget all about it, ‘Estella. 2 ft is only an uupleasant episode of the past that can never — a harm you in the future. You are as free as the wind that — blows, and may marry my favorite, Rigi. to-morrow, and snap your fingers at Roysten Darrell.” %, tS . = oo * 3 << et oe at TS But Estella was in no hurry to marry. ‘She had enough a of that for one while. It was very pleasant to know she was a free and safe; and convalescence went on so rapidly that in — By: another week she was able to move about and spend the bright” ee summer days in her arm-chair by the window. wot Very pretty looked the pale little invalid in her cliente | white wrapper, lit up with rosy ribbons, her bright brown ~~ hair freshly curled and perfumed, and the tint of ee: blush- Pai rose dawning in the thin cheeks. — even a, “Alwyn ought to see you now,” Helen’ Mallory oid: her dark eyes full of love and pride. “You might sit for one of iotee the Madonnas he likes so much to paint, with that sweet - moonlight face of yours, so spiritual and so lovely. \ Perhaps Co I ought, not to tel] you, my pet; but you know you are pretty, eae I dare say, and Alwyn, with his artist’s eyes, will go wild ¢ over yest) you when he comes.” | a And Estella laughed, and biaehed: beatiful: wor was i pleased beyond everything, and took a prolonged survey ae e herself in the mirror when injudicious Aunt Helen went out. “Am TIT pretty?” she wondered. “I never thought about my looks before, and'I always was ugly in the horrid, dings, shabby things I wore at Fisher’ ’s Folly. Dick iiked ‘me; b th t gs the then—poor Dick—there weren’t many beauties amon; it a be oe i a sunburned girls of Rockledge. I should like t should dearly like it; and I hope—I hope this may admire me when he comes! Alwyn Barta Bach’ 6 By dear, romantic name! And then, oh, to think of his hag.” ; a. s a poet, and an artist besides, and to - know a Peet, mee ee “artist has been the dream of my life ri dd A sicbo a sks ne’ ‘4 t -. , 4 yr ws , j 7 ‘