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Chapter Number2. I
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Full Date1899-04-15
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Newspaper TitleLiverpool Herald (NSW : 1897 - 1907)
Trove TitleMarian Gonisby
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OBIGINAL NOVEL.

[ALI EIGHTS KESBEVED.]

Marian Gonisby,

By E. DOIDGE, j

Author of ' Father and Sou/ 'The Daughters

of Uve/ * Mystery of Merveillieu/ &c.

BOOK II.

OH APTER I.-(Continued.)

Some three months ago we were introduced to a family of very Rood standing in London, named Phillipp, Phillips, sen., is a member of the Stook Exchange ; and he has a son, Anthony Phillipa. My father at once took it into his head that I should smile upon Phillips, jun. He is a handsome man, gentlemanly and rioh, and I have seen muon of him. A month ago he begged of mo to entertain for him feelings other than thone of friendship. Do you doubt what my answer was P I told him it could not be ; I was already . engaged. He seemed greatly surprised, and assured me he had uo know- ledge of this, and promised to respect my Sosition and feelings. But whether it is

ecause of any representation from my father or not I can only imagine : yet he has addressed, several very warm-hearted letters to me, begging of me to allow him to see me again, whioh I have steadfastly declined. Yet to-day my father says he hus invited Hr Phillips to call upon us again. He also plainly told me what his wishes aro respect- ing Mr Phillips, and leotured me on my duty as a daughter. You would bo sony for me, George, did you know how many

auoh lectures I have received since last I si»w Îou ; yet glad too, perhaps, did you hear

ow I fight against that thraldom of tho

neats wnion i cannot, ana win noe, enaure.

In everything but this-the choice of life's partner-I am open to promise obedience. . . . My unolo and aunt, who aro very kind people, have been made aware of how matters stand in this respect ; and for a time they joined my father in his efforts to induce me to give you np, my lovo. But now they no longer troublo mo. In regard to one of thrm, my unole, I realty think I have won him to my ßide. He ia not so atriot-' a Pharaece,* 1 was about to wnto

not BO strict a Hebrew as so mo are. He has

even quoted to papa instances of certain celebrated Jews who have-hore iu England, »nd even in our own Sydnoy and Melbourno -allowed their ohildren to marry outside tho faith and fold. But my father will not listen to reason. Ho says ho oamo to Eng« land to avoid a disastrous and foolish mar

riago-and even worao thing», ho calls it and that ho will not Buffer defeat in the matter. Sometimos, George, he threatens ; hut that doo« not mako mc HO misorablo aa when he despairs. It ÍH when ho says that if I long persist in my way wardnoRB that it Will kill him. Then I think my heart ahnest bleeds. You seo ho ia my father, and he and I aro alono, in n sonso, in all the world.

. . . HÍH late>t ia ft command-that I must ht e Mr Phillips, and linton lo him ; ho «alli» to-1Morrow, if indned I must HCO and

listen to him, do not bo alarmed, my Goorge ; . I will again plainly deo]aro to him thut there

ia no man in all England who will win my love-that it is alxoady won. I am yours, dearest, altogether, and without a shadow oí

doubt. . . . When I sing, 1 sing the songs that you used to like to hear me sing ; and when they praise my poor efforts and the tenderness of expression which they seem to recognise, I do not tell anyone, bat well I know it is the thonght of you, more than of a song, that gives the soul to it. .

. . So you will never doubt me, George, for one moment. . . . My father never speaks of returning to Australia. . . . The future is full of uncertainty : yet of wavering, as between you and me, George, let there be no thonght. ... I pray often that the way may be made clear, and I believe some day (£ know not how far off) it will be so. I shall write you by almost every mail dear, and shall expect to have long, delightful letters from you very often. Xiily must aleo write me sometimes. Give rn? love to dear Lady Whiddon and Sir Douglas. May God bless and have you ever in His safe keeping I always pray.

From your ever trae and loving,

MARIAN.

- That day, and for many days after, George trod upon air. Why had he ever for a moment doubted her P Marian was trne ; he knew it. Marian's hand and heart were sought, as he believed they would be, and she was proof. She revealed her full faith and confidence in him. How would he strive to be worthy of such love ? He would live up to the ideal for Marian, and still feel unworthy of her.

It is hard for a young man to be all he ought to be. Even the inspiration of a great and consuming love does not keep the feet of passionate young manhood from going astray-from walking at timos in ways that <*re dark and devious : from tasting of for- bidden fruits ; and George Whiddon was neither a severe moralist nor 4 a out above' his fellows. Yet he could not have sinned a gross and soul'Staining sin while he carried with him the memory of the love that was his-a devotion that was willing to make every saorifloe for him. A good mother's love does much in big boyhood's days ; and later on another woman's life and love shield, like angel wings.