Part 16 (1/2)

”You must make a confidante of me, my darling, and tell me all he said,”

she declared. ”I was quite amazed to hear the servants say that he had gone so early. I expected to be summoned every moment, to learn that your impatient lover had sent out for a minister to perform the delayed ceremony.”

Gerelda raised her tear-stained face and looked at her mother.

”No; he did not even mention marriage, mother,” she sobbed.

”What!” shrieked Mrs. Northrup, in dismay. ”Do I understand aright--he made no mention of marriage?”

The girl sobbed. Mrs. Northrup sprang to her feet and paced up and down the floor.

”I-- I do not understand it,” she cried. ”Tell me what he had to say; repeat the conversation that pa.s.sed between you.”

”It did not amount to anything,” returned her daughter bitterly. ”To be quite plain with you, mamma, he was very distant and cold toward me. In fact, it was almost like getting acquainted with him over again; and to add insult to injury, as he took my hand for an instant at parting, he said, 'Good-night, Miss Northrup.' Oh! what shall I do, mamma--advise me! Ought I to give him up?”

”No,” said Mrs. Northrup, sternly, ”that would never do. That marriage must take place!”

CHAPTER XVI.

WHAT OUGHT A GIRL DO IF THE MAN SHE LOVES CARES FOR ANOTHER?

”Do you hear me, Gerelda?” repeated Mrs. Northrup. ”This marriage must go on! It would be the talk of the whole country if Hubert Varrick jilted you. But let me understand this matter thoroughly; did he give you any sort of a hint that he wished to break off with you? You must tell me all very plainly, and keep nothing back. I am older than you are Gerelda, and know more concerning worldly affairs. I now say this much: there must be a rival in the background. When a man has been in love with one girl, and suddenly cools off, there is a reason for it, depend on it.”

”Even if there was a rival in the way, tell me what I could do, mamma, to--to win him back!”

”When a man once ceases to love you, you might as well attempt to move a mountain as to rekindle the old flame in his heart. I understand this point thoroughly. You will have to make up your mind to marry him without love.”

”It takes two to make a contract to marry,” sobbed Gerelda. ”I am willing, but he does not seem to be.”

”It is plainly evident that I shall have to take the matter in hand,”

said Mrs. Northrup. ”When is he coming again?”

”He didn't say,” returned Gerelda, faintly. ”But perhaps he may be here to-morrow evening with some music I asked him to bring me.”

”Now, when he comes,” said Mrs. Northrup, ”I want you to make some excuse to leave the room, for say, ten or fifteen minutes, and during that time I will soon have this matter settled with Hubert Varrick.”

”It would not look well for you to mention the matter,” cried Gerelda.

”Somebody must do it,” returned her mother, severely, ”and the longer it is put off the worse it will be; the marriage can not take place too soon. Come, my dear,” she added, ”you must dry your tears. Never permit any living man to have the power to give you a heartache.”

”You talk as if I was a machine, mother, and could cease loving at will!” cried the beauty.

”It is much as a woman makes up her mind. If you worry yourself into the grave over a man, before the gra.s.s has time to grow over you he will have consoled himself with another sweetheart. So dry your eyes, and don't shed a tear over him.”

Gerelda walked slowly from the room. It was not so easy to take her mother's advice, for she loved Hubert Varrick with all her heart; and the very thought of him loving another was worse to her than a poisoned arrow in her breast.

She knew why he did not care for her.