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Chapter NumberII
Chapter TitleMARIAN GON[]SBY.
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Full Date1899-01-07
Page Number3
Word Count399
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleLiverpool Herald (NSW : 1897 - 1907)
Trove TitleMarian Gonisby
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.You are.home early, father P'

' I told you I would not bo late.1

' Well, you know I am always the better pleased, father/

' And the pleasure is mutual, dear little

girl/ _

He called ber hÍ8 'little darling* still, though Marian was well up to his shoulder, for he was tall, though slightly bent.

' Soon T shall be able to quit the old den .altogether, put up the shuttets and retire from business, as they say/

' And shall you bo quite happy, father, away from business-away from the hun- dred and ono things whioh have so filled your life these many years P*

«Why not, my child P Is it not the end and objoot for whioh I have plodded P'

'Yes,'father, I suppose so,' Marian re- plied, doubtingly.

1 What's this change in tho programme,


4 What programme, father P'

41 mean in the idea you have always shared in my long-looked for release from tho worries and bothers of business/

. Of oourse, father. But I'm just wonder . iog. . . I was thinking, only this after« noon, what will father do with his time when there is no 'Office' in his hf o ; you aro not the kind of man to lio up and idle your

time and twlènts away, in that dream o I

'doloe far niente,' which younger men, some poets, and dreamers of women fondly imagine makes the 'summum bonum' of an ideal life;'

' Time and talents, indeed ! Dolce ! what-do-you-call it ?-Poets,-dreamers, ideals ! Is it my little blue-stocking-my sweet girl-graduate, who Bhowod 'em how to work at the 'Versiiy, and ran rings round the students, who wore gowns but hadn't brains-ÍB it you who talk of time and talents lying idle and. unprofitable ? They are yours, my pet. Mine is a thing of oob webs and oontrivancas-as of a passing generation ; I have worked and won. You belong to the bright, new era. I have done the grubbing, the clearing, and the plant- ing ; .you shall do the reaping !'

* You dear, kind old dad,' she said, put- ting her arms tenderly round his neck and kissing his forehead as she bent over his chair-(Marian always oalled her father dad when she was most tenderly regardful towards him)-* always thinking of me.'

(To be continued.}