|Chapter Number||BOOK II. XI - Continued|
|Newspaper Title||Liverpool Herald (NSW : 1897 - 1907)|
|Trove Title||Marian Gonisby|
, [Anti BIGHTS BESBSVBD.]
By E. DOIDGE,
-Author of . Father and Son,' 'The Daughters [
of Eve,' * Mystery of Merveillieu,* &o.
CHAPTER XI. -(Continued.)
* Yet), I know aa to that, darling. You ?have overcome, for my poor sake, mountains .ol difficulties, rivers of doubt, thiok walls of Îrejudice, fountains of bitterness ; and Ig-
nava done nothing, save simply to wait. Now tho bad, old waiting dava aro done, and you are hero in my arms. Truly, thoBO dull years are Uko a weary dream ; and all tho 'world seems ohanged-ohanged for tho
4 Like poor me !'
* I would not prrt it that way ! . . . ."Who's thia coming along the verandah P with a lantern, too, confound them V ."
'lt's surely Lilian-what is she looking
'Lost, stolen or strayed, two young. %ï) geoBe; last seen two hours ugo--'
'You needn't make a song of it, Lil.'
* Ob, it's there you are ! Marion, I hare etriot commands to brin GC you in, give yon Börne supper, and Bend you to bed.'
1 What ii mean of you, LU,' Bald George.
' One would think you had Marian baok for a fortnight at most, and were then to tOBe her again/laughed Miw LU.'
4 Thank Heaven, it ia not BO ! Very .well, we will come in to anpper now ; bnt you must remember Mario and I have muon to talk about/
'So I should imagine, os we have not 1 Been you for these laat two hours !'
Marian (putting her arm tenderly about Lilian) : ' Do not be too hard upon us, Lil ;
. Yes, dear, I understand ; and I would not now have interrupted, but mamma says
we must take good care of you.* |
* Have no fear on that score, Lil/ and George led the girls in to one of the moat cosy and joyful little suppers they had ever
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Sunday morning followed. That was a Sunday long to remember, seeing that it brought a revelation, adding happiness to happiness, hope to hope, and faith to faith.
Marian was the life jof the breakfast party. ' Was ever there Buoh a girl ?' thought Georgo. «Why was the coffee more fragrant, the outlets more tasty, and every thing just as it ought to be ?'
. I neednot ask have you slept well,' said Lady Whiddon, as she joined the breakfast party and saluted Marian as a mother toward a daughter ; 4 you look perfeotly
rested and refreshed.*
* As indeed I am. I slept a dreamless, solid sleep^as Geortre calls good sleeping.'
The Whiddens were church-going people, as has been^ noted, and neither dust nor rain, heat or blizzard-not even the three days' fiery blasts when the furnaces of the tropios seem to fooue themselves upon Melbourne_ would keep them from the morning servioe.
. I have a good mind not to go to church this morning,' said George.
« Why, George?'
'I shall only bo thinking of you and wishing I was with you !'
. Would it do equally well if I were with you?»
' Well, rather, I should just say so ! Bat' of course that may not be, Marie.'
'Why may it not be, pray?*
gi George looked hard at his betrothed: * Marie you are not given to jesting-about suoh mattera, anyway.'
4 Dear Georgo, I am not jesting. Have you no imagination ? Am I not changed ? You said I was. Como this way, George,* and she led him to the end of the dining room and they looked out over the garden. 'I am coming to church with you this morning, if you will let me ?*
' Let you, darling ! Do you really mean this?' and ho looked wonderingly into the candid, honest eyes of the woman he had waited and yearned for.
* Listen, George. This thing I kept from you till, as 1 thought, the moat suitable moment arrived. If I am diffident, do not think thaï I am at all ashamed. £ did not
como to you with only half myself, half my heart, half my hope-I felt that I must be whole-hearted-at one with you in very purpose, and lifo, and hope-or I think 1 could never have come ; only thus conld I come to you freely and fully. There must be no rook on whioh wo stand divided. These are the sentiments-or rather con- victions-on whioh I have aoted. Do you agree with, me P'
* With all my heart, Marian ! This is, indeed, sublime 1 You are a Christian! Yon believe the Messiah has come ! You believe in the New Testament as the final and full revelation !*
* All that I believe, and more.'
'Marian, you have almost taken . my breath away. . . I myself am but a poor Christian. . ; The average disoiple of the Master is a creature of muoh latitude ; » # .
and I-I am only very average, I am afraid. I . . But yon, darling-surely you are like one fresh from the heavenly world ! . . This is moro than I have deserved.. . . Yea, darling-mine, mine more than ever we will go to church, and give God thanks !'
, The whole Whiddon family were, not less moved and excited by tho news of, Marian's
conversion than was ber lover. In it , they j saw the removal of tho only stumbling 1 block-the only valid impediment why Marian Goniaby should not become-the wife and help-meet of George Whiddon; in.it they found the happiest solution of . the difficulty whioh had, a few years ago, appeared, to ali parties concerned, aa well nigh insuperable.
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And the sermon whioh they heard preaohed that auspicious Sunday morning, as. they all sat in the Whiddon pew-it sometimes happens BO-aeomed to have a speoial signi- ficance to one who attended there for the first time : 4 Blossod are they which, though they have not seen, yet have believed.'
. Marian,' said Sir Douglas, as they pro« oeoded home from the service, * what are the books whioh you found moat helpful P You are a great reader I know, and I should like to hear what works helped you moBt."
41 have read many theological works and treatise«, Sir Douglas, but I think 4 Paley's Evidenooo' and a lesa profound but very aearohing little narrative argumont oaljed . Théodosia Barnost ' did more than any- thing else to oonvinoe mo.'
' We all know about the former,. but I have not readsthe latter. . . Well l am glad, anyway, for both your sakes ; it ia the
eat possible thing that conld happen.'