Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 121: what you’re looking at

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an Sell J a — s - ~ -— + r. 2 - Se ‘ - . z + - “ - . - a > gts — EVERET MAPLESON RETURNS TO VUE DE L’EAU. 113 “Nonsense! What good willifdo you? Everet,” she added, as a sudden thought came to her, “you are in love with that girl, Gladys Huntress, and you are jealous of him.” “Well?” ‘‘You have conceived the idea that Annie Dale disap-_ peared because of some wrong that she had done, and that this Geoffrey Huntress may be her child, and not of honorable birth. You believe, if you can prove this, that Miss Huntress will never marry him, and you will they be able to win her.” Mrs. Mapleson had said this looking straight into her son’s eyes, and seeming to read his soul. like an oper book. “Mother, vour penetration is something remarkable. } could almost believe you to be a mind-reader,” he replied half guiltily. | Then, after a moment of thought, he continued, ex — citedly : “Yes, I may as well confess it—I am madly in love with Gladys Huntress, and have been for more than @¢ year. I have vowed that I will win herif it can be ae complished, even though I know that she loves this fel low, who has been nothing but a stumbling-block in my path since the day J first met him. Iam going to Rich mond, as you surmise, to trace Annie Dale’s history from the time of her disappearance, and I fully believe that} shall discover that this Geoffrey Dale is her son. Tf he ig a child of shame, I do not believe that Gladys Huntres: will marry him, and I may yet be happy.” Mrs. Mapleson looked deeply troubled over this confes sion. ‘“Everet,” she said, gravely, “I am afraid that you are building upon a false foundation, and vour hopes wil come to naught. If this girl truly loves that young man, and he is worthy of her, she will marry him, or I am very much mistaken in my estimate of her character.” Everet Mapleson’s brow darkened. “Tam going home, anyhow,” he said, doggedly. “Tt will be a wild-goose chase, I warn you,” returned his mother. “T cannot help it. Ishall go mad if I sit idly down, and Gladvs is lost to me forever,” he retorted, with quiv . ering lips. | Mrs. Mapleson seemed very unhappy. She loved her son as she loved no one else in the world, Eomichbooks (E(0)