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“ Cecile must come here," says Dundas, I am kept on good terms with bim, how- the same breath one's censure grows volatile as we take our last look.
ever, by seeing how undisturbed she is by his too, and is effervesced into a sudden sympa“I know you feel as though you had ironical trifling. Perhaps she knows what a thy with it. sprouted feathers in your caps and grown cover this may be for a smothered fire, and Every hour she outrages my self-constitapiers at your sides !” exclaims Cecile, when glories, as most women would, in his ability tuted theories in regard to her sex-laugbs, we finally reach the hotel, a little sobered by to maintain interminably the masquerade ; without being aware, in the very face of my that which we have seen.
but, as usual, I am helplessly vexed, and rest- definitions. Whenever she does or says any "Yes; I am so sorry not to have died for lessly long for a right to toss back, as a shut- thing unusual, she provokes in my mind a Queen Mary," I answer, as we join Mrs. Ho- tlecock, the persiflage perpetrated so lavishly rising inflection, and interflects my every resgarth in the breakfast-room. “I will have to at her expense.
olution to beware of her. I may say, with die for somebody else now, after I have eaten And I have only known this girl one propriety, Cecile's character is full of mute my breakfast.” week!
vowels, so much is left written in it that is "Mr. Sebuyler, to think-only to think In quitting London for the north, we not and may never be pronounced. of your having gone to Holyrood without chanced to occupy the same railway-carriage, I call her Cecile almost without knowing
and, after having passed several hours in it, just as I may tell her some day that I love " Indeed, we have been everywhere but company without exchanging any courtesies her, when Dundas has neglected her enough to Holyrood," I hasten to assure her, after other than the mutual staring out through to have his behavior succeed in casting the waiting awhile for Dundas to do so; but he each other's windows, and inhaling the same least shadow of excuse in my mind. is borrying up breakfast, and takes no notice draught of air, upon reaching one of the way. Before breakfast is over, we have made that she is fretting.
stations, as I jumped out for a stretch, I was our plans for the day. As we settle ourselves at table, and Dun. followed shortly by Dundas, and it was not “ Holyrood first” has been Cecile's en. das continues apparently oblivious to every long ere we were chatting and amicably shar- treaty, and so it is to be. thing but the granting of his last night's ing cigars.
As we loiter over the table, Dundas sudprayer for daily dread, I go on to answer, as After this, Dundas overtaxed my patience denly begins rummaging his pockets, draws a well as I may, the interrogative lift of her eye- somewhat by crowding me into a corner of letter thence, and passes it to Cecile. She brows.
the carriage, as far away as we well could get looks curiously at the superscription, and, as "Imagine the keel of a very broad-bot- from the ladies, and, thus fraternizing, we if still puzzled, draws the paper from the entəmed ship turned up for repairs, or for some came to comparing notes, and discovering velope, asking Dundas meanwhile whether other good reason,” I say, forgetting that I that, although we had never even heard each he has given the letter to her to read or not. am famished, in loving to watch the excite- other's names before, we yet had left many “Yes-it is worth reading." Dent of her eager, illuminated face, “and mutual acquaintances at home.
“Oh, I am so sorry," cries Cecile, after you have the topography of the Old Town of It was a short matter, presently, to lead the few first lines—the only real look of an. Edinburgh." And I add that the abrupt up to an introduction to the ladies, and then noyance that I have ever seen changing her precipice upon which the castle is built is I arrive at the knowledge that Dundas out face—“I hoped they wouldn't catch up." meant to play stern to my simile, and that, of a corner is scarcely Dundas at all; that he “I am not sorry," says Dundas, attemptstarting from this and traveling the entire of the ladies is not the same man who walks ing indifference. “ Their coming will brightlength of the comparison, one would find the platforms at the way-stations, expanding en us up. If you will be glad to see them, Holyrood nestling in a valley at the tip end himself with a mighty breath of satisfaction, I'll promise not to be lazy once while they of the bow. as though just escaped from limbo.
stay with us." "But you
said you did not go there!” she Of course I am interested for a while in “I know Mr. Schuyler won't like her. cries, in woman-fashion, forgetting the main ascertaining the relations that the different If you devote yourself to her the way you did issue in snatching eagerly at a possible straw members of their party bear to one another, in London, I'll do the same by Mr. Schuyler, of prevarication.
and my doubts are set at rest soon by seeing can't I?" And the child looks at me in her Somehow it always hurts me when I find Miss Carew, when she thinks it dark enough, queer fashion, as though begging breathlessthis spirit aboriginal in any one of the sex, nestling up to Dundas, in the broad sight of ly a favor. aad, as I like to keep in my orbit when I can, Mrs. Hogarth, for a nap, and then, in the “ Cecile !” cries Mrs. Hogarth, absoluteperhaps my sudden relapse into silence is a half-light, I begin my study of her face, sleep- ly blushing for her. bint to her that she has fallen from grace. ing now, but which, when awake, is mercu- Mrs. Hogarth always resents Cecile's " I know what you are thinking, and I am rial with extremes.
young ways—as a sort of infringement upon glad. I have a right to doubt you. Rob and Even to-day, closely as I have loved to her own peculiar prerogative. If we treat you ought not to have gone off without me. watch and study her, I could not tell you the Mrs. Hogarth with the deference due her age, I'd have gotten up at four o'clock instead of color of her eyes. I could better describe she does not like it. If we extend a hand to Gre if I'd been asked. And what vexes me the predominating hue of the iridescent feath- help her in alighting from any conveyance, most is that you both knew it. You promised ers on a pigeon's neck.
she slights it, and does her very best to jump me only yesterday that you would take me Why I am so uncertain about her, after as lightly as she used to twenty years ago, with you everywhere."
all my efforts at analysis, is beyond me. when her avoirdupois was at its minimum. " That was because you teased so," says From the first I have known her to be en. If we suitably address her with her title Dundas.
gaged to Dundas. As far as I can see, she is of madam, her countenance lengthens spas" You forget, Cecile—it is impossible for content with him, and perhaps against my modically and is strong. Altogether, Mrs. Fou to go everywhere gentlemen do," Mrs. will I have been irritated into caring for her Hogarth continues still intrepid with youth, Hogarth remarks, in a tone of slight dis- by his seeming indifference to her pretty ca- and spends her days in snubbing facts and gust.
prices — his cool playing with Cecile-her, surprising them into turning the other cheek Mrs. Hogarth is Cecile's aunt, and Dundas whom no man ought to look at, with his hat also. is such a forward fellow that he does not
“ You mustn't be so sure about Schuyler. besitate to lessen the coming event by mak- Perhaps, too, I have been astonished into I don't see very well how he can help admir. ing the most of his shadow of a right to call my present frame of mind by her unconven. ing Miss Hague. She was the belle of Baltiber aunt before-an indelicacy that restrains tional ways-her volatile behavior that is so more last winter, Schuyler." me from liking him as much as I otherwise i startling to one of my whilom strictures upon Dundas is mischievously propagating night.
the manners of women; but, after each shock, winks in my favor with a vengeance, and is "I suppose that is because I am a girl, when the reactionary judgment is obtained, I relaxing his usual taciturn expression in a Aunt Isabel. Well, there is one thing I can find that it never generates into downright series of indescribable facial innuendoes. keep from being, and that is a lady-like one." frivolity, but is rather the distillation of an “Oh, how can you misrepresent things “Yes, very easily," affirms Dundas, nod- enthusiasm possessing in itself such a con- so? She is not pretty eren.
Her forebead centrated diffusible quality that almost in bulges out, and her nose is so long.".
upon his head.
“I love every inch of it," says Dundas, / pride, and well he may, she is so alight with We are glad to be rid of the cab. As soberly.
a sweet, fresh beauty—“you only need the Mrs. Hogarth jumps fortb as usual, resusing Miss Carew has crimsoned, and has arisen coif and pearls and a thousand lovers." assistance, the driver is telling Cecile, who from her chair-not hastily, but very quietly I begin to question now all at once-and has inquired, that Queen Mary's apartments and dignifiedly for her. But it is impossible the thought is like an air-ball rising through are in the towers to the left, and, ob, yes ! for her to remain rigid with displeasure long, the draught that I am drinking—“Is he jeal. there are strange lights seen flashing out from so she flashes a glance at Dundas that is half ous that she has learned so often to defer to me the windows at night, and the queen somedefiance and wholly anger.
as she did just now, with only a look; does he times comes to the window-that one there “Don't you like her, too, Mr. Schuyler," see her fret with color sometimes when I between the towers—and, throwing up ber she says, turning to me; “but I won't worry, essay indifference; and is he beginning to feel arms as if in despair, shricks aloud. for I know you won't. She is the very fag. the vibrations that stir her and shake me in Dundas has to put his hand upon Cecile's. end of what's nice." his very sight ? "
sboulder, as a hint that she cannot stand all “Well,” says Mrs. Hogarth, who has been I tingle mentally as we are driven over day listening to the driver's ghost - stories, frowning in silence for some time, “I sup- the bridge and up a street which has been who is looking down at the girl with a sly, pose this foolishness means that the Hagues widened by the demolishment of sundry old Gaelic twinkle in his eye. will be with us ere long?"
landmarks, and the general aspect of which We enter by the front gate-way, and, led "To-night. Hague writes from York to in consequence is lamentably modern. by a guide, turn to the left, ascend a stair, that effect."
“This isn't fun,” cries Cecile, looking and before we know it are in the picture“If the tribe of Ephraim were forty thou- first one side and then the other ; "only look gallery where hang the portraits of the native sand and five hundred ” — and Cecile looks at those signs—there is a bank, and there an monarchs, cut and slashed by the sabres of just now as though her knowledge of the hotel, and there a chapel. I feel like crying, defeated dragoons, and patched anew with Bible might be limited to this—"I am glad I am so disappointed. I have to look way color, a cicatrix for their wounds. this place isn't an ark for coming in : they'd up to the roofs to see any thing queer.”
“ This is where Prince Charlie used to have to double."
“Only look at that date." I call her atten- dance with the Jacobite dames, causing the And she is so thoroughly naughty that I tion to a gaunt stone hand, that to see its top white knots to tremble in their bosoms." forget to censure, and laugh instead.
one has to stretch one's self almost horizon. Dundas has stolen Cecile away from me, When breakfast is over, Dundas follows tally. “In such a house as that the barons and stands with her before one of the stiff old Cecile to the window, and, as I think he and peers of the realm lived in the old, chi- | pictures. must be petting her back into a good-humor, valrous days, and the gallants emptied their The guide tells us we are the first visitors I do not look to see.
stirrup-cups before setting out for conquest." to come this morning; that we have chosen “I wish we didn't have to go in a cab,” So I ramble on, keeping her interested all an hour unusually early for tourists, and Ceshe says to me when Dundas goes out to en. the way to the Canongate, only to bring the cile, hearing this, is quite freed from her at-gage a carriage for the sight-seeing; “I would sweet eyes to mine in the steadfast act of l tack of awe, and goes waltzing down the enlike to go as you and Rob went this morning, listening, only to watch the come and the go tire length of the gallery, saucily under the climbing here and there and without any of the color that is ever new.
very noses of the grin old kings. plan. I never saw such a magnificent sight Dundas pretends not to listen, and is The guide first frowns, and then the taut as that old castle is perched up there. It's leaning almost with his back turned half out muscles of his face relax, and, when she the first real castle I've seen-I mean my idea his side the carriage. Mrs. Hogarth reclines stops, I know that he is wishing that she
I think your simile of the boat-keel back upon her seat as we are dragged up-hill, would waltz again. must be good, Mr. Schuyler. I suppose there as uninterested and as uninterfering as one After this she quite abandons Dundas. is just one long street running from the cas- could desire.
and me, to devote herself to asking questions tle down to Holyrood ? "
The Canongate brings Cecile from out a of the guide, and hangs upon his answers “Yes; but it is not called by the same lethargy of listening into ejaculations of just as she did upon mine, when I could serve. name all the way. Then, down from this delight. The tall old house, timber - faced, her turn as well. one long street the closes and wynds run and picturesque with gables that mum at each Mrs. Hogarth, not feeling especially insteep, like ribs, on either slant of the hill other, they are so aged, is a revelation to her terested in any thing, is imitative, wants to into the valleys."
eager eyes, looking as if, could they only be hang about somebody, and so hangs about “Shall we go to Holyrood first, really ?” tilted a little more, both sides of the street, Dundas keeps closely beside Cecile, and asks Dundas, coming in, to find me at Cecile's after a nodding acquaintance of centuries, the guide, I imagine, enjoys silently my chaside, and looking with her at the old roofs would unite in one common cairn.
in. across the way, yellowing now in the broad As we drive down the street, I see keen We leave the picture-gallery, and are daylight-and in favor of Holyrood there is Scotch eyes brighten with pleasure, just as ushered into the more ancient portion of the a quadruple decision, and we find ourselves their forefathers may have gazed in greeting palace, wbere Mary's and Darnley's rooms are all at once formed into a mutually-accommo. their lovely, girlish queen.
situated. dating party-three sure to go wherever the “I am going to shut my eyes," Cecile We penetrate the audience-chamber of fourth one may suggest.
says, when told that Holyrood is in sight, Darnley—hung with melancholy old tapestry, “Don't let us drive through the new part," "and I don't want to open them till we get that I am glad does not Alap, it is so dusty Cecile begs when we enter the cab, and, with in front of it, I want it all in a shock.-Rob, and dismal-we look about the little turrether face turned longingly toward the high- won't you count three, and then I'll open my rooms with old portraits only for furniture, pitched gables and turrets on the other side eyes right off?”
while Cecile is hurrying us all the time to of the ravine, " let us go up there first.”
“ There it is now"-Dundas refuses to get through, that we may go up-stairs sooner “I thought you wanted to go to Holy- | humor her—and we are crossing the square to see Queen Mary's apartments, which the rood first?" Dundas reminds her.
that once was the garden from which the guide tells us are immediately over these. "So I do; but I want to go the way Queen lovely queen went forth hawking or shooting In one of the turret - rooms the guide Mary used to go, down the Canongate. I want at the butts, and where now the fountain, like shows us the private stair up which the asto get into the real spirit of the place. To go the one she played about as a child at Lin. sassins crept to murder Rizzio in the queen's the new way would be too much of a start." lithgow, is built in memory of her.
sight; and, although iron bars have been put And, as we all acquiesce, it is plainly The carriage is turned with a sudden across the parrow doorway, to prevent tresshown that Cecile is the fourth exponent of twist, and stands still in front of the grand passing, Cecile does her best to soften the our will, calculated by nature to accelerate entrance. Cecile looks up, catching her breath guide's heart with indefatigable pleading. one and all of our decisions for the day. at the royal arms of Scotland. On either hand “Only think how far I've come, and how
“ Cecile, you don't look unlike a picture are the double-battlemented towers, topped sea-sick I was coming! If you only knew, of Mary Stuart that I saw this morning" | by the round, peaked caps, that seem here you'd find some way to let me go up those -Dundas looks at her with something like I the sign-manual of architecture.
And when the poor guide shakes his | keeper of the palace, it would be as much to ! The friends turned their backs on the head, and, quite voiceless under the storm of him as his place is worth.
new-stuccoed suburb, which seems like some her importunities, points to the iron bars, “Well, never mind that,” interferes Dun modern, fashionable child, ashamed of its and even tries to shake them to show her das, for Mrs. Hogarth is happy at last in gray, old-fashioned parent. Just before they how impregnable to all assault they are, she finding somebody to sympathize with her. reached the quaint market-place of Kingsrefuses point-blank to be convinced.
“I'll make it up to you if there's any trou. ton, Michael stopped suddenly. “There is some other way, then. I do ble-which there won't be unless you take “I must leave you here, Thorn, but I'll Fant to go up those stairs ! It spoils half the trouble to talk yourself. Now I want see you again before I go for good. Between the romance not to."
you to take us as quickly as you can to the ourselves, it is just possible I may be bome "Don't tease so," remonstrates Mrs. Ho. spot where these stairs come out."
in a month, and tben go back and stay altogarth, and she turns decisively away from the I am also in a hurry to go, and so we gether—for a time, at any rate." bars through which we see the rough stone hasten back, and are soon climbing the Thorn's grave, middle-aged face clouded steps that Ruthven and Darnley trod that staircase leading to the royal apartments fearful night, winding up into the gloom. above.
"My good fellow, do you mean that you The guide also, rejoiced to get away from In the Chamber of Presence, which we think of marrying on your present income ! ” the subject, follows, and while Cecile lags enter first, we see Cecile come walking out Michael was amused at his friend's anx. salkily behind, draws our attention to the from an inner room, trying hard to look as iety. manner in which the ceilings are paneled. though sbe had done nothing to offend.
“I have plenty of faults," he said, “but It is not until we have returned to the We are so glad to see her safe and sound I don't think I am over-confident. I feel audience-chamber tbat we discover that Ce- after her frolic, that even the guide relents sure of success, and my idea is, that two peoeile is nowhere to be seen. From this cham. into a smile, and Mrs. Hogarth is the only ple who love one another get on better in ber another leads out to the left, and while one who continues sourly disposed.
life married than single. Now good-by, old they seek her there, I run back to the little
I am due at Lurbiton Lodge." turret-room from which the secret stairs lead
“ TIME'S REVENGES.”
But Thorn did not let go his friend's op.
hand. He was trying to give a word of adThe tapestry is hanging there alone, and
vice, and he feared to give offense along with no sound is heard but the shrill voices of the
“You say two people. Don't be vexed, tate, and while I am hear the Kingston Bridge. Besides the local but make sure, my dear boy, that you are regular click of tiny boot-heels upon stone beauties — the tree-shaded towing-path, the loved heart and soul before you ask a womsteps high above my head. I lean against quaint old boat-house, the picturesque water- an to share a small income." the bars to listen. They are so close togeth-stairs farther on—there is always some liv. Michael frowned for an instant, then his er that I wonder how she has managed to ing interest here, and about this old, gray | bright, sunsbiny look came back-a look one crawl through. The air, moist and cold as if bridge.
seldom sees in an idle man's face; it was it had been dead a long while, chills my face. Usually a punt or two add character to like the sparkle on a fountain, welling up
"I arrest you in the queen's name for the scene. Moored across-stream at the pres- from a loving heart and a steadfast mind. trespassing,” I call after her, and my voice ent time there is one, with a grave, comfort- “Never fear, old friend- I think I'm safe reverberates not unlike the hollow accents able-looking angler therein, tickling the wa- -thank you for your anxiety — and, now, of a dog baying at the moon.
ter. He screws up his mouth now and then good-by in earnest.” The click of the boot-heels on the steps as a boat full of laughing girls shoots past, He hurried on till he had left the old town is silenced, and I know she is trembling up or even when a quieter freight in the shape bebind, and was some way up the tree-shaded there, my voice is so strange to her after of a pair of lovers floats down-stream in one road leading to Lurbiton Hill. its winding light. She is already punished of the dainty little boats that seem part of “Poor old Thorn! I don't fancy he and for her temerity.
the place. Just now the angler looked more his wife are happy together, and so he croaks "Where is she? have you found her ?” than disconcerted when an outrigged cutter, about Georgie and me. I believe he has such Yrs. Hogarth reënters leisurely, but she be- with a crew of eight splendid-looking, dark- an absurdly high opinion of me that he comes quite pale with apprehension when browed young fellows, flew past him. can't think Georgie or any woman half good she finds me there alone, and the tapestry “ Confound that Harvard crew!” he mut. enough for me.” hanging slick and unrumpled as it ought to tered; "theirs is the strongest pull on the And then his pace slackened as bis be when there is no one mischievously con- river."
thoughts gathered on the doubt his friend's cealed behind it.
Two young men are standing still on the words had stirred. * Cecile has crawled through those bars," Kingston side, just below the angler, watch- “Does Georgie love me as I love ber ?" says Dandas, who has followed with the ing the American boat, and admiring the A pause here. “Nonsense! I'm a fool to guide, and he laughs now heartily at the ex- practised ease of its crew.
plagie myself. What I take for coldness ploit. “That girl is a trump."
“I wish you were going to the United is only the reserve that modest girls have. “You should not encourage her so.” Mrs. States instead of to Germany, Michael,” said I believe those who are shyest generally have Hogarth begins to fret, but she can go no one to the other.
the strongest power of loving." farther, for Dundas is crying lustily through The man he spoke to gave a cheerful look He whistled “ Love's Young Dream" as the bars. out of his frank, blue eyes.
he went up the hill. Inwardly he was not " Come back, you vixen! we are waiting “Why, Thorn? You mean I should make quite content, but he told himself that doubt for you. Come back, before the ghost snatches money quicker. You forget that I set hap- and fear were two sure attributes of true you. Don't you see it there all in white, and piness above money, and I don't want to put love, and that it would be all right when once making up faces at you—600 ! ”
the Atlantic between myself and a certain Georgie Needham was his wife. This latter ejaculation is lengthened spas- person."
Past the church, he took a turning on the Dodically, and goes, a rumbling discharge of “If you are going for a year, what can right. There were no stuccoed houses to be respiration, up the spiral gloom. distance signify ?
seen here. The road overlooked the open “I'm up now wbere it's light,” a queer,
country on one side, and on the other was distorted voice comes answering back. I'm “A shorter post, old fellow, will make all bordered by high hedges, powdered just now so disappointed, there isn't a single ghost the difference."
with summer dust. He soon came to a white bere-b9o yourself!”
And then he put his arm into his friend's, swing-gate in one of these hedges, pushed it The guide meanwhile is complaining to and they walked on beside the river.
open, and went up a carriage-drive with a Irs. Hogarth that if the matter of the young “Thank Heaven!” the angler muttered. flower-border on the right, and some good. Lady's having done such a thing should come Why can't the chattering idiots choose sized maple and sycamore trees on the left, to the knowledge of his grace the duke, the some other place ?"
which effectually screened the house.
In gaps here and there you caught vice; and hitherto she and "the girls," as he of his hands in hers; “ but why should we glimpses of an irregular picturesque dwell. calls his future sisters, have been so petting not keep to our old plan ? You said our ening, built chiefly of red brick, so festooned in their welcome to his visits.
gagement had better last more than a yearby wistaria and climbing roses that even the “That old horror,' as you call her, is Mrs. that is not half over yet.” flight of stone-steps in front, and a projects | Wood,” says Mrs. Needham, and she looks per- Michael pulled his hand away. ing balcony which overlooked the lawn on plexed. “You know who she is, do you not? “Then you dou't care to make me happy?”. one side, were almost hidden.
the mother of Richard Wood, the richest man “I asked you not to be vexed, Michael; A shrubbery of laurels hid the lawn itself, on the Stock Exchange." A certain swell on you know I have always told you that I am but sounds of laughter and the sharp click the last words irritates Michael Radcliffe. practical. Suppose I were to say ‘Yes,' and, of croquet-mallets were plain enough.
“Yes, I know--he's a most awful, vulgar after all, you were not to get the other apMichael Radcliffe hurried along the turn snob. He's not a friend of yours, is he?" pointment, but get into debt instead—is it not in the drive which led to the house, and went “ We don't know much of him, certainly”
much better to wait on another year, even, in in without any ring or knock at the open – Mrs. Needham looks troubled — " but I hope, and then begin life comfortably, and door at the top of the flight of steps.
think he seems extremely pleasant." She as we mean to go on, than to run any risks ? I A voice had reached him from the other glances up at Michael. “Well, I'll see what should never forgive myself if you get worried side of the laurel-hedge, which told him that I can do." A fiery impatience in his eyes and embarrassed for want of money. I saw Georgie was not playing croquet. His heart quickens her movements. She crosses the enough of that while my father lived.” beat fast as he passed through the empty lawn and takes possession of Mrs. Wood. In Every word falls like a drop of cold water drawing-rooms, out through the French win- a few moments he has Georgie all to himself. on the lover's warm, beating heart. He gets dows, and out on the little stone balcony “Come in-doors, darling, won't you ? we up and stands facing her. overlooking the lawn. He felt sure of can't talk comfortably in the midst of all this “I wish you were not so prudent, darling; Georgie's answers to the questions he had clatter."
have you no trust in me? I tell you I'm sure come to put to her. At least he told him. “I should have thought you would be glad of success if I have you beside me to cheer self he was sure, and yet his heart throbbed of as much fresh air as possible,” says Geor- me up." in a most unusual fashion.
gie, but she walks beside him to the balcony. “But, Michael, you may fall ill, or a dozen. Georgie's three sisters, and some other “I beg your pardon, dearest”-he looks things may happen." young women in bright, butterfly-like cos- so winning as she sits beside her on a couch Michael looks more grave than vexed. tumes, are playing croquet. Mrs. Needham in a snug corner that she smiles, too. “I “My dearest Georgie, I don't ask you makes a contrast to them in the deep mourn- know I looked cross just now, but I felt sure only to trust me; have a higher trust. It ing-dress she still wears. She sits on the you wanted to be free of that old vulgarian.” seems to me no one can ever be quite sure lawn, near the croquet - players. Michael “O Michael ! don't speak like that; Mrs. of any thing, but so far as it is possible to Radcliffe takes in the scene almost without Wood is our friend."
I have a certain moderate income looking at it. He has only eyes for the “Well, then, she's charming — but never for this year, and a very sufficient one farther strangely ill-mated pair walking beside the mind Mrs. Wood. Now, my own girl, for once on; but I have been too impatient. I won't laurel-screen." Just now they are coming up I'm going to talk very seriously. I have got ask for your answer to-night; take time. I toward the house.
a year's appointment as engineer to the pro- will come down again to-morrow; we won't Georgie is a tall, handsome girl, simply jected Luxemburg Railway-enough to live talk about it any more now." dressed in black and white, her face shaded on comfortably out there, darling." He Georgie glances up at him. by & black-straw hat. A short, stout, red- pauses here, and looks down on the hand. “We need never talk of it again," she faced dame walks beside her, and takes little, some face he has drawn so near to his. Geor- says, coldly. “I am sure it is best to let waddling steps, two or three to each of the gie's eyes are fixed on her clasped hands, her things be till you have got the new appoint. stately movements of her companion. color deepens, and she listens.
You will come over between wbiles, The afternoon is not oppressively warm,
“Go on,” she says, quietly.
won't you ?” but, as you look at the full-blown, rose-col- "Well,” he speaks, eagerly, "I won't de- Till now, Michael has contrived to seem ored face, and the many-hued tints of her ceive you, darling-it would not be enough calm, but his bitter disappointment will make dress, you feel heated and jarred. She is for England; but at the end of a year I am a last effort. He feels it is a turning-point entirely out of harmony with her surround promised a much better thing altogether." in his life. ings. They turn abruptly, and Michael runs “Why can't you have that now?”-still Once more be sits down beside her; he down the steps from the balcony and reaches she does not raise her eyes, but she seems whispers tender, passionate love; he takesthem as they stand looking at the pond be- very intent on his words.
her in his arms; he pictures the bappy life yond the lawn.
“Because my getting it very much de- of the quaint, foreign town, where they will. “I can't fancy, my dear,” says Georgie's pends on the success of this present work. be more all in all to each other than they companion, “what your poor dear ma can Now, my darling, if you are with me I am can be in England ; and then he tells her be thinking of not to have that water drained sure of success; and if you saw this quaint how desolate he shall be there alone, and off, when your little brothers come home for little German town, I am sure you would like how she, too, will miss his visits. holidays. I must speak to her seriously, I | it.”
“You know I am not good at letter-writmust indeed; they're sure to be drowned- And then he goes off into an enthusiastic ing,” he says, at last, “and letters are cold why, my gracious! here's Mr. Radcliffe ! Ab, | description of a charming house and garden comfort in place of a wife. Say you will give you don't remember me, sir, perhaps ? I met he has found out in Luxemburg, which he me hope, darliog-that you will change your you over at Stamford Hill at a ball last year.” only waits her permission to secure as their mind; take two months, even, but don't keep
To Michael's surprise, she holds out her home. He tells her the exact amount of his us waiting so needlessly long for our happi. hand, and a dim remembrance comes to him income and his expectations, and opens bis ness." of a loud-talking, pompous mother and son, whole heart to her.
There is reproach in her eyes as she said to be wonderfully wealthy. He looks " You will say "Yes,' darling; I will go draws herself from his arms. impatiently at Georgie, but she, after shaking over for a month, get every thing ready for “I thought you unlike other men in one hands with Michael, walks on beside her vis. you, and begin my work, and then I will thing,” she says, coldly; “I thought you unitor. Michael hurries to Mrs. Needham. come and fetch you. Is it not a lucky stroke selfish, Michael. It seems to me you are Their greetings over, he says: of fortune?"
willing to sacrifice a secure future, only to “Please release Georgie from that old He bends down and kisses her tenderly, spare yourself some present discomfort." horror. I have something very special to say but Georgie draws herself away, and gives a Michael Alushes, but he keeps down theto her, and I must leave early, for I have an little laugh.
pain she makes him feel. appointment in London at eight o'clock.” “Stop, Michael, you are going on too fast, "I was not thinking only of myself. I
It seems to him that easy-complying Mrs. you are taking my consent for granted; don't thought of you, too, my darling, in these Needham shows a want of alacrity in bis ser- be vexed, dear”-she smiles, and holds one months of separation. I realize better than
you do what you will feel”—and he presses | is. Well, I am lonely enough of an evening, shuts up the locket with a snap, and replaces her hand fondly—“but perhaps I am selfish. but my work is a great compensation. I be- it on his chain. " What is the dark side in I will try and think you are right, Georgie, lieve the worst part of a woman's life is my future ?" and I sball still live in the hope that you when there is absence of a decided employ. “I do not affirm there is one. I only say will shorten the time." ment in it."
that every belief is linked to a possible refu
A tap at the room-door. The entrance tation ; in thy case, the refutation would be At parting from her Jover that evening into the ball is always open. The bear with that thy beloved may weary of the long sepaGeorgie is more affectionate than usual. She his golden ball stands there all day as its ration, and may grow forgetful or cold.” goes down to the gate with him, and stands sole guardian.
Michael's face clouds as quickly as the watching him in the dim light along the “Come in,” Michael says.
sky does in April; his heart tells him how road.
There comes in a stout man ip a blue coat painfully cold and unsatisfactory Georgie's “ How well be walks, and how good-look. and light trousers, very much out of keeping letters have become. ing he is, and how nice he is! Oh, dear me! with the season, but with a ruddiness of con- “I think,” he speaks slowly, as if he bow will it all end! I believe if I could
tent on his beaming, round face that seems thought out the idea as he went on," that bare brought myself to marry at once and be to imply that, although he differs from his separation is always trying, but ours is compoor, I should bave been very happy with countrymen in his indifference to the cold, he ing to an end. I have planned to spend my him; but then I suppose I found the life he has the cheerful content which makes life Christmas in England." describes intolerably dull. He says we must pass so easily to the fair-haired, blue-eyed The German smiles. live out of society; there is something so sons of South Germany.
“Thou wilt not, then, return alone ? lowering in giving one's self to house-keep- “Well, friend, and what dost thou here Michael is busy with his pipe; he does iog and thinking about ways and means of
alone?” says Carl Schimmel, in a loud, cheer- not look up as he answers. living within one's income. No, no, I cannot ful voice.
“I hope not; but I cannot be sure." be poor! I should grow cross and fretful, “I am not alone. I have my. pipe and There is a want of his usual cheerful and that could not make Michael happy! my thoughts."
tone, and Carl Schimmel feels a little self-reNo, I'm quite sure I was right to wait, and “I don't know"—the German leans against proach. he will think so, too, after a bit."
the stove and refills his own pipe—“some “We cannot be sure of any thing, but, my And yet Georgie Needham's heart is very
thoughts are very lonely, but these would friend, the maiden must be hard-hearted who beavy as she goes back, and she feels a sud
not be thine, my friend-thou art no ego- could withstand thy pleading." den disgust at Mrs. Wood's fulsome com. tist."
They sat and chatted pleasantly an hour pliments on her beauty.
“I don't know that, either," Michael or more on other subjects, and Michael tried smiles, and watches a wreath of smoke van. to yield himself up to the friendly influence ;
ish gradually into the room. “I was think he laughed at the grotesque legends his friend MICHAEL RADCLIFFE sits smoking a well. ing of my life here next year with a certain told, and strove to get interested in some of colored pipe in his cheerful little sitting.room person of whom I have spoken to you, and I the sentimental ballads he recited, but it was in the old German town. He has taken the am vain enough to think that life will be so all an effort. It was a relief when at last bis quaint house and garden, after all. He had united that I suppose it comes round to ego- visitor went away—a relief from the trouble so pictured Georgie as its mistress that in tism after all; lovers are generally selfish, of restraint, but the solitude and silence some way it seemed to him filled with her at
only increased the cloud of doubt which mosphere. Michael was thoroughly real and “Selfishness is not one of the rails you Schimmel's words had wakened. practical, but he had a warm nook in his run along," says the erman; but he looks “Nonsense!” he said, presently; “Georgie heart for seutiment, and he was not ashamed inquisitive, and pulls his yellow mustache. has always said that she is practical; a word of it. He had made an excursion to the “Have you any fresh English news since I from her means more and is worth a dozen Black Forest, and had brought back all kinds was here last?"
protestations from a gushing girl and womof quaint, carved furnishings for the old
I am expecting a letter-an an. en of her type are as true as steel-I won't rooms with their deep-ledged windows, and swer to a question."
be faint-hearted. Once we are married we for the rambling passages, too — passages Michael does not say what question, but shall be all right." which seemed to get on in life a few stairs at he has been very frank with Carl Schimmel, Meantime Carl Schimmel walks home a time, and then to stumble down or unex- and the German nods and goes on smok- slowly in the moonlight which silvers the pectedly to one side. At the foot of the ing.
fortifications of the quaint frontier town. staircase a bear stood erect, holding a gold • May I look at the lady's portrait again?” “I had better have left him in peace," ball between its paws, and at every corner a he says, presently.
says the German, smiling good-humoredly, bear's head appeared topping the massive Michael unfastens a locket from his watch- with none of the sour self-reproach an Engstandard. chain, and passes it to his friend.
lisbman would possibly show. “It is prob. A bear's head, too, figures on the stove Carl Schimmel looks earnestly at the able that he sees English girls with different Dear which Michael sits smoking. For the portrait inside the locket, and his face eyes from mine. That face he thinks so beau. weather has grown chill and dark, four months changes; he sighs as he gives it back to Mi- tiful is to me full of self and cold calculation. DOW since the bright, dusty July afternoon chael.
If no one else comes in her way, good; she when he disturbed the angler at Kingston “What's the matter? I'm half inclined will doubtless marry my poor friend, and he Bridge, and had to submit, so sorely against to believe there is a Fräulein Something will live her life and serve her devotedly, and his will, to Georgie's prudence.
somewhere, to whom that sigh belongs." think himself truly loved, while she will He had yielded then, because she had “No, indeed !” The ruddy face has got give him as much affection as she can spare convicted him of selfishness; but, as the a troubled look.
from herself; but if a rich man. comes and weeks had gone by, his mind had changed on “What is it, then? Surely there is noth- offers himself, I fear for Michael. These Eng. this point.
ing to sigh about in this portrait, except for lish girls are beautiful, and amiable, and in** If two people love each other equally, envy."
nocent, but they are taught from the beginit cannot be selfish for one to try and make Michael opens the locket, and gives a ning to worship ease and luxury, and to them both happy. Surely happiness would be mu- long, fond look at the beautiful face.
love is romance when it asks them to sacri. tual if hearts are truly one! I ought to have “I observe”-the German tries to smile fice their early idols. Ah! marriage would be insisted. I am afraid that poor, darling girl off his serious look—“that thou lookest al. a safe card if one could only train one's wife only refused for my sake, and I have a right ways at the bright side of life-s0 do I; but from the beginning.” to make her happy in spite of herself. She yet, in such a serious contemplation as mar- Here Carl Schirmel consoles himself with must feel the separation even more than I riage, I think I should consider also the re- a fresh pipe and certain visions of a blue. do, for she has less to occupy her. The life- verse."
eyed maiden in the small Bavarian town he less tone of her letters tells me how dull she “I don't understand, my friend.” Michael
left three years ago.