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Chapter Number1. V
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Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article37499749
Full Date1899-02-04
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Newspaper TitleLiverpool Herald (NSW : 1897 - 1907)
Trove TitleMarian Gonisby
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C ; QEIGrlNAL NOVEL., ., j

I ' ' [Axil BIGHTS RESKBVKD.] . . ¡

-Marian Gonisby.

By E. DOIDGE, .. ,*

;, V Author qf 1 Father and Sou. .The Daughters

v of Eve/ Mystery;pf MeCTeü^

-v' ' BOOK ir : /. ?'.:;?v ; i

, / CHAPTER V.-(Continued.)

, . * Perhaps ic would, and perhaps I have {.spoken without oause. I trust it may bo so. « But you know why, Marian. George Whid den may learn to admire you. . Who could ; fail to do so?' (And Gonisby ran. his hand . /fondly over the clustering curls of her head ;

.«hot had dropped on to an ottoman by his chair.) ' Who could fail to admire my little Marie? And admiration, you know, some ; times develops into , something called by another name. I am not for putting notions . into your wise little head, girly, but I'm ; thinking that , mayhap I'm a fool to let (,George Whiddon see 80 much of you.* . . ,-, He paused, as if expecting Marian to look . tip and say . something. She did not.

. ' You are no longer a girl, Marie ; you "are, almost,a grown woman, you know.'

" -Another pause. It was not like Marian

. to be so quiet.

. / She felt that something was expected of

her.

if/, Without looking up into her father'« face, Marian, in a voice in which her father could ./riot fail to trace pome emotion, .gently and " also sadly said-' I almost ¡wish I, was a ^child still !'

ii » Why BO, MarianP It is not natural ! With your prospects, with all your We v before you, not to wish to be a woman, it is .', -well, I won't Bay unwomanly, but-unlike

you sex, I think. I havo a notion that girls 1 -certainly itV PO with boya-like to be

.grown up to take a place in tho world, lo enjoy what they fondly believe is freedom ' and a certain amount of irresponsibility, .. though Bolf-rosponBibility.'

.,, Again Marion wan not like her ready-self, / and again tho to was that pauso. It takes

? two to moko a convoruatiou.

This timo-with aoino ooncorn, aud with ' the gentlest movement of bm h iud-ho turned v/Marian's faco upward nnd toward him,

. asking had sho nothing farther to pay. . Waa

sho tlrodP

. No, not tired, father. Perhaps, I am not i like, other girls. For mo there baa boen no j auoh yearning for ;freodom, for womanhood

as you speak of. You nee. 'fatjb.br, I have so muoh to thank you forj.ypu have mude my lifo so full, so freo, so un fett oçed, as.to Joavo me practically nothing to doalre.'

- ;He; ..' kissed her smooth, warm cheek. ¡Marian's gratitude was one of the keenest pleasures whioh came to Josiah Gonisby,- as it is the greatest pleasure in lifo to every indulgent parent.

, _ * Marie, I Lave soaroely a thought in life .now^but for your, happiness.'

'I know, father; you are, and always have been, the best of fathers. I sometimes think you are too good to me- that you thjnk

too much about me. 1 .have sometimes wished, more especially of late-*

' Tes, Marie, what is it ?'

* That you were not BO wrapped np in me; .that chere was someone else-something else

r-to divide wi*h mo your affection, your thought, your interests. Now if Heaven had granted me a brother !'

Gonisby laughed. It was good that he did so ; it relieved the solemn strain into which the conversation was moving, more especially as regards Marian.

' Seeing that it did not please Heaven'.to send me a son, I no longer repine thereat ; and certainly my little girl ought not to complain on that ¿¡core !"

. ' I suppose not,* was Marian's .reply. But she could not, candid as she was, , open all

her. thoughts to even her father. ' With the , dawn of womanhood, there had come to Marian G-onisby a realization not pommon to every woman, bus inevitable taone placed in her position.

The reader cannot, unaided, easily divine the sense of responsibility that. attaches to a daughter-and she the only . ohild-.of Hebrew, ,.,parentage. .. ^Marian,.-, knew her , father ; knew, without stated lessons, what was expected of her ; knew- that her heart was not absolutely her own ; that her life was hedged about with unwritten laws, and conditions, the non-observance or setting aside of whioh might come to be regarded as a worse calamity than death.

* * * , - v ..

' Father, would you rather that.I. did not' aocept George's-Mr Whidden's-invitation. to the opera next Monday?' (Tins with some trace of conoern). ? . , ,

\You cannot be rude. George Whiddon, I must say, is a deoent good fellow.' '

. You really like him, don't you P' " 11 confess I do. I liked him as a lad, even. The question, however, since .you raise it, is-What do you think of himP* ';' * Just as you think, father.*

. ' Hum. Not a very definite statement, Marie. As to the opera, I think I shall gp ¡with you myself.'

At which Marian at once expressed her pleasure ; and having kissed her . father good- night, she went up to her room thinking of George Whidden's last words that evening ; of her fat bee's solicitude about herself ; but not dreaming that George was .at .that very time impatient to tell, her of, his love,,and counting ,the hours before he would - have - an opportunity to declare his passion.. - '' '