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The Brussels Post, 1896-4-17, Page 2. !il lP.A."... kindly pressure of the lana to -clay, ft your convareatiO i fast now," soya'.m Ill look of wlcome to-orrow, Thee are lirnseombe, looking. earnestly et bli '1Vi.AR'Sirally given, but aothng more, Ever "Butt or mY comng, lendy woeldsince herengn ement.to I•iosaee J3rane- havo s yed on with you; and he',is•a' coin es be bas of course, selinge shod --a rather amusing sort of fellow, isn't hope; but the suire><llier et all ax>zeetee ' tion has not killed hie love, Ile is silr Is be? 'Ile was exeeedingly stnpia' t'd, "" No I not the swans" mut because he Meet be so, but his heart to -day, at an events. I dont believe lie 4 II11''J Pli X7SVII,=-(Can 1 "Dear me 1 why didn't he show yen avaltas, and has a particle .of braise, or else' lie those? Finest birds 1 ever saw, MY "Stloncx: in love bewrays more, woe A thinks other people haven't, I,.enjoy- '"Oh, Dorian,' dear l What arc you dear Mrs. Branscombe, you roailY'in ist J:hjin words, though inner sb witty. ed myself a great deal more witb the t in in'* o£? Do remember hew warm see them, yon, know." See, there they are again be says old duke, until that ridiculous Sit, Jol1n h k "I should like to, if you will show now, allotting to Georgie and her ducal Lincoln came to us, 1 dont think be the weather is:' them to me," eey's the little h55'poerite', ,companion, as they emerge from behind knew a bit who the duke was, because. " Well so it IS—grilling, says DIr, with the ver faintest. • but the most poise thick shrubs, , Another man is he kept saying odd little things about sco abs nobly confessing bis fault, successful, ewphasts on the pronoun, with them, too,—a, tall gaunt young the grounds and the oasts, right ups 331an n i ♦ spiel" whioli is wino to the beast, of the old man, with long hail, end a cadaverous der his nose,; at leas, right, behind „1)0 you like mo in that slits s lk beau. and, offering ter his erns, he face, wlio is. stariepg at Georgie tie his hauls: it all the same thing, asks she, hopefully, gazing at 111m with takes bar aoroas the lawn and through though he would wdllingly devour her— Who is? Ills nose and his back? earnest, intense eyes, the shrubberies to tbe sheet . of water but only in the interest of art. Ile .is asks Dorian ; at wbicll'piece a folly tbyt: "Don't I jest?" returns he, fervent- beyond, that gleams sweet wind co01 ieclui¢ng:On the 'Consummate Daffo bothlaugh es though itwas b be 'endue to enforce his words. through the foliage. A8 they go, the d!1" and 18 compIaring 11 unlavoi•ab1y thing in the world, ll', county turns to regard them; and men with the Tlnutterable Tulip," and is Then they make their way over the "Now, don't be sillier than you can wonder who the pretty woman Is, the tMainly boring the; two, with 'Whom he smooth lawns, and past the glowing she,, With a !swell' old fellow has. pleked . up; and women is walking, to exLinetioe. He is Sir flower -beds, a e:past Sir Tohn Lincoln, smilhilpe, mariners smile. "Don4p t I like that gg5vu tial'- wonder valet on earth the duke can sea 'John .aineoln, Haat ole. -new friend of too, who is standing in an impossible at - smile. " Dews! 1 like that .goo ray- in that stile little Mrs. 13ransetlmbe. ; Georgie.'s and will riot be sbakert off, titude, that makes him all elbows and Sir James who has been watching the ' Long ago' says Georgic tearfully, knees, talking to a very splendid young•' n dthat."' dd Bal+' 17 l8$B14 lcpr, and old, an duke's evident -admiration for bis prat-; to herself, " he was not an aesthete, man—ell bona and =mule and goo I " If I were a little girl like you," say'sty •gest; is oppenly amused. Oh, how 1 wish he would go back to his humor• -who is plainly delighted with Dfr, 13rauscombe, " 1 should rather' 1 "Your training f be, says to Claris-' pristine freshness I" him, To the splendid young man he is son, over whoseollair he ae leaning• Yott i .But he won't: he maunders on un- nothing but one. Vast joke, banker after looking nice and young." ught to be ashamed of yoursi>lf and teasingly about, the impossible flowers, Soeing;Mrs, Branscombe, the both. But not too much s0; it Is friyola+tts your pupil. Such a disgraceful little co-'; that are all very well in their way; raise their hats, and Sir John se far for - when one is once married." This sem- quetto 1 never saw. 1 really pity thatlbut whose exaltedness lives only in Its gets the tulips as to give itas bis opin- lively, and with all tile air of one trho poor duchess; see there, how miserably ,own nnaginetion, until the Duke,grow- ,on that she ie Quite too, too intense unhappy she Is looking, and bow—,--er t ing weary (cis well he might, poor soul), for every. day life." .Whereupon the has long studied the suleject. —Pink," !Ulnae aside, and greets with unexpected, splendid young man, broking into "15 it? Of course :3'016 know hest. ";pon't be unkind; your hesitation cordiality a group upon his ritaltt. that, Praise to, declares she is Quite. too r than was positively cruel, The word red' under any outer less oppressive stream- awfully jolly, don't you knows",which your exporiDor being greater I mine," says Dorian, meekly, "but, just is hers to (lay. the word for the poor • to saes, would,loba our talking about him,But commonon remark horrifies elIr his duchess to -day:' � Co slxnd a long hour talking about one companion that he sadly and tearfully for choice, 'I prefer youth to anything „Well yes and yesterday, and the ; lily' is not to he borne. turns aside, and leaves him to his fate, else." day before, and probably to -morrow^ Georgie follows his example, and tries Georgie, who has been brougbt to a suppose 1 had het- says Sir Tames, wildly. 'slut 1,reetiy !i to escape L!nc0ln'and the tulips by div- standstillPor a moment hears both re - Do you? Titan L I1 wonder at the duke; at this time. of 1 ing among the aforesaid group. she is marks, and laughs aloud, ter wear while." p life, too I If I were Branscomi'° 1 should }Try successful groups do not suit des "T is something to be admired by "Yes do. One evening, in Paris, you foal it my ditty to interfere." i Italica—and soon the gaunt young Colonel Vibart, isn't rt?" she says to wore a white gown of come sort, tinct He is talking gayly, unceasingly, but . man lakes himself and long 'lair, to Dorian; " but it is really very sad about every night for a week always with ars grave eyes fixed upon i soma remote region. Poor Sir John. He has bulbous roots I dreamt of you Clarissa, as she leans back langnidly , ' How cl'ye do, Mrs, Branscomhe1" on tbo brain, and they have turned him afterward."on the comfortable garden -chair, emll- i says a yokesat her elbow, 'a moment as mad as a hatter." "Very well• I shall give you agile ace ing indeed every now and then, but fit- later, and, turning, she finds herself (To Be Continued,) of dreaming of me again," says (Icor- fully, and without the gladness that fare to face with Mr. ll:ennedy• gist, with a easefully suppressed sigh, generally lights up iter charming face, ' All ! you?" site says, with very flat - that is surely meant for the beloved day,—bad ce faithpfuollyy promised mised be to rcome ed lag a him.b " Ighad no ideabyou. were olive gown. with her and her father to this garden- staying in the country'.' The sigh is wasted. When she does party; and where is he now? A little "I am staying with the Luttrells. t h P It u on Molly asked me clown last month." "She Is a great friend of yours, I lEnow' says Mrs. Branscombe; "yet I hadn't the faintest notion I should meet you here to -day." you didn't caro either I dare say'," says }Ir. Kennedy in a tone that is positively sepulchral, ancl, consider- ing all things, very well done indeed. I should have cared, if T had even once thought about it," says Mrs. Brans- comae, cheerfully. Whereupon bo says,— " Thanky ays,-"Thank3 'ou!" in a voice that is all don the white gown so despised, she is ohgll of discPpomtman as a en P her and made dull her day. No small - so perfect a picture that one might est'doubt of this truth finds harbor in well be excused for wasting seven long her gentle bosom, yet grief sits heavy alights in airy visions filled all with her, on her, " as the mildews hang upon the Some wild artistic marguerites are in bells of flowers to blight their bloom!" So gu Sir James, half divining the cause of leer bosom (she plucked them herself discontent, seeks carefully, tenderly to from out the meadow an hour agone); draw her from her sad. thoughts in her lips are red and parted; her hair, every }}•ay that 0801118 to him ; end his that is loosely knotted, and hams low eiforts, though not altogether rrotvned with succes%. are at least so far ha my down, betraying the perfect shape °f in that he induces her to forget her ievance for the time being, , and keeps like ripe gr g ad i " yellow, L 1 ha J mal re pro c pars her from dtiioa g too closely upon the I, a h. corgi." She smiles as she planes her }.axed question of her recreant lover, Gear ie colors, " I didn't mean what hand in Dorian's and asks 111m how she To be with Sir James is, tool in itself yon think:' she says, anxiously 1 ',mks; while he, being all too glad of a relief to her. With him she need not didn't indeed." her excessive beauty, is very slew to converse unless it so pleases her; her "Well, it sounded exactly like it," silence will neither surprise or trouble says lir. Kennedy, with careful gloom. answer her. In truth, she is " like the him; but with all the others it would "Of course it is not to be expected that snowdrop fair, and Iike the primrose be so different; they would claim her sweet:' attention' whether she willed it or not, At the castle she creates rather a and to make ordinary spirited ould conver- Ir; sation just at this moment w sensation. Many, as yet, have not seen impossible to her. The smile dies off her; and these stare at her placidly, in- her face. A sigh replaces it. different to the fact that breeding How well you are looking to -day;!" says Scrape, lightly, thinking this will would have it otherwise. please her, She is extremely pale, but "What a peculiarly pretty youngw•o- a little hectic spot, born of weariness man," says the duke, hall an hour after and fruitless hoping against Hope, ba- iler arrival, staring at her through his trays itself on either cheek. His tone if not the words, does please her, it is glasses. Ile had been absent When so full of loving kindness. she carne, and so is only just now awak- " Am I?" she says. "I feel like tined to a sense of Ler charms. looking well; and 1 am tired, too. They " Wbo?—what?" said the duchess, saY,— vaguely, she being the person he has ery rars t rgoame. e' day,'YAom you ever would think of me, bu— I haven't seen you since that last night at Gowran, have I?" " No." "T think you might have told me then you were going to be married. I wasn't going to be married then," says Georgie, indignantly ; "I hadn't a single idea of it. Never thought of it, until the next day." ' I quite thou3ht you were going to marry me," says Mr. Kennedy, sadly, • I had quite made up, my mind to it, I never"—forlornly—" imagined you as belonging to any other fellow. It isn't pleasant to Lind that one's pet doll is stuffed with sawdust, and yet—=", "1 enu't thiuk what you are talking about," says Mrs. Bramscomhe, coldly, rashly addressed. She is very fat, very I doubt mina is a sad one.I feel so :incl with some fine disgust; she can- unlmuressiunalilo, and very land of }earn out. Though." hastily, and with not help thinking that she must be the argument. " 013 1 over there. o s1e qi 1t1 a vivid flush that changes all her oraf, doll soundsquestion, un3nd thi o iso filled gnitied th forget whofor into a armth, f I wereputt Allred is with her. With alt bis effect- 1 couldn't tell you why.' Kennedy, reading her like a book, nobly suppresses a wild desire for laughter, and goes on in a tone, if pos- sible, more depressed than the former ed devotion to Helen, he PUIL5 after ' .No? Do you know I have often felt every fresh face he sees,",like that," says Scrope, carelessly. " It There's nothing like aplenty " is froth strange and natural. One has quotes the duke, with a dry chuckle at fits of depression that come and go at - his own wit; indeed, he prides himself will, and that ono cannot account for; "My insane hope was the doll," he upon having been rather a "card " in at least. I have, frequently. But you, •says: "it proved,' only dust. I haven't his day, and anything but a " k'rect" Clarissa, you should not know what de- I ut over the shook set that T felt en one, either. pit ssion means.' hearing of your marriage. I don't sup- " Yes, there is,—there is propriety," I know to -day." For the moment pose I ever shall now." responds the duchess, in an awful tone. her courage fails her. She feels weak; I " `onsense !" says Georgie, contempt- " I ld 't U a bit like it," sass f h i ; , ilousi3•. I never saw you look so well awn humor; after which—thmleme it, 33311 eyes to his. perhaps, safer to withdraw while there She Nvould, perhaps, baveypoken; but is yec time—he saunters off to the left, now a sense of shame and a sharp pangQ and, as he has a trick of looking over that means pride comes to her, and, his shoulder while walking, nearly balls by a supreme effort, she conquers emo- into Dorian's arms at the next turn, tfon, and lets her heavily -lashed lids fall " Ila, hall 1" says his Grace, Pulling over her suffused eyes, as though to con- 'himse.lf up very shortly, and,i'la130ing mat the tell-tale drops within from his at his stumbling -block to see 1f he can searching gaze. identity him., " So you see,"—she says, with a cath- ' liy, it is you', Branscombe," he ler artificial laugh,= ;your• flattery Palls says, in his usual cheerful, if rather I through ; with all this weight of 'meg- fussy fashion. "So glad to see you!— ; Mary woe opsit my shoulders, 7 can •oo glad." He has made exactly this re -i hardly be looking my best." ,mark to Dorian every time he lass come I "Nevertheless, L shall not allow ,you in contact with him cluing the past; to call my true sentiments flattery," twenty years sad more " By the ye, I said Serape 1 P reallymeant what I 'I dare say you can tell me—who is that , sail, whether you choose to believe me ipratty child over there, with the white f or not. Yours is a :frock and the blue eyes?" Beauty tialy Mont, }whose Tel and esat pretty child in the frock is my' pv,-hito toile, " says 7lrtns:nmbe, laughing. Nature's ow11 sweet and cunning hand "Indeed! D..•.r mai dear Inc. 1 beg li laid 0n."' your pardon. My dear boy, 1 songratu- i „ What a courtier you become!" she lata you, Such a face—lika a Gi n e' ; or says, laughing. honestly for almost the —h'm—yes.' Here be grows slightly b. mixe:l. You must introciuee ma, you, first time tauay. It is so strange to know. One likes to do homage to beau- hear Tames Scrope say' anything high- flown Why, where could ynu have met flown or sentimental. She i5 a little bit her in this exceedingly deficient county, ! afraid thee he knows why she is sorry, eh? But you were always a sly dog, Set "after all, she hardly frets over the o fact of his knowing. Dear line 1 he is eh li ' always hind, and sweet. and thou htful! The 01st, gentleman glees hint a play_ g if a worst, e you were my, L mean fol slap on his shoulder, sad then, tale- Even if he ;