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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1885-10-23, Page 22 THE BRUSSELS POST, DICK'S SWEETHEART. By the .Author of "Miriiu i Tur naloe," "1.01:s, 140eu Iiinnasronb," "1'111;1413," ".lf"et.r BAWS," ETC, some ethers 1 could 1141113; 8110 Is nut 000 to push herself forward." " I don't think it oioi h at," reterns Sirs. Dovedale mildly. " Indeed 1 kuow for a fact that tee Dustless did see icor ; she took groat uutieu ur hor, ' ° Did she indeed?" uselaims Drummond eagerly. " Ah, see wo• t,l, no doubt I Tama is somothiu;; etrients about my girl," "She evoke of her. I Was standiu:; very near her Uraoe at the dale', uu.. could overhear what she said," ecu• tinuos Mrs. Dovedale, with a glauce at her friend full of the gentlest mean sego- meet. "Yes—and what was it you heard, dear?" asks .firs. Drutumoud, with a painful, but useless effort to appear in. different. She said, • Who is that big girl over there with the hopelessly untntereeting face ? ' " roturus the Vicar's wife t cry sweetly. The colour flames into the placid cheeks of her companion. She turns venomous eyes epee little .hiss Dove. dale, only to meet the eyes of that small lady calmly bent on her with All L=1.11,41,14 so-devoid of harmful intention, as todis- arm the severest suspicion. " She could not have meant Geor. ginet" says Mrs. Drummond. " I thick she did, because I heard Lady Bouverie say, iu answer, ' That is a persou called Miss Drummoud.' " 1'lte " person " does it 1 It sounds even worse than ail that has gono bucure and More humiliating. 11rs. Dram mond grows limp and loses courage, and liter. adv roes down usfore it, Alas, alas, w", uu one ever forget about mutt sugar ? Alai now the final break-up has come. Thu Duchess has already goue, the car - lieges are thiuuieg...Uo.ores is sated. :Ile to the hall waiting fur hers, whilst Bo:\etle, with S.OW care, is wrapping her in her e,oak of ruby plush. " A while since I said you looked like a fairy ; I wonder now plow I had the courage," says Bouverie, as he strueg,es manfully with the fastenings, "In tieit royal colour you look like a queen. Must you go? flow I hate punctual servants I One moment !"—siukiug hie voice to a lover -like whisper. " May 1 call tomorrow ?" ' • 01 course ! It is onr day, you know ; and—and I am sure auntie will be vsry glad to see you." e That seenrulce pleases me indeed; but there is another that—if you could give it would please me infinitely more. Will you bo glad to see me 9" " I shall indeed I" She says this very softly and with a shy sweet little blush; then—" Good night "—holding out her hand to him. " Good night. Good-bye," " Until to.morrow "—smiling. "That means to -day," returns he quickly, unmistakable happiness on his handsome face. " But a few hours lie between now and our next meeting." " Ah, true -1 had forgotten that." There is a touch of real pleasure in her tone which sets his heart beating and brings to his lips words not more ar- dent than his thoughts, but expressive of a deeper tenderness than he Mistimed. yet to show. " A few hours," he repeats unsteadily, " will bring me to you again. And until then, and after, and for over, I shall hold you --and you' only—in my heart." Then the carriage door is closed upon her, and her face is hidden—purposely turned from him, as it seems to Boo- verio, standing remorsefully upon the stone stops, with the chilly morning air boating upon his uneoverod head. What madness prompted him to say so much ? Has he frightened her ? Has she thought him unpardonably redo ? And yet what a small, small portion it was of tho pas- sionate fooling that is consumiug him. Was she angry? Looking down, ho catches sight of a pals little blossom ly. ing at his feet. It was hers ; sho had worn it close to her bosom tonight 1 It now is hie I As though it were some fair messenger of peace from her to him, he lifts it gladly and carries it indoors and up to Ma own rooter. OHAPTE'rmVII. Upon tho upper part of the lawn, neat t'ln 010108.10:0111111 a good many rugs and pr.•tty garden -chairs are scattered baseleest. Ure1'lande, lying as it aloes now in the 1,ri1liautJune sunshine, is at its best, with its waving trees and its glimpse of the cool green sea, its old gray walls end ivied towers. Dolores, in a huge white hat that makes her look lilto an overgrown fairy, is ruoving here and there in pretty rest - leas ftahlon from one visitor to another, as though last night's fatigue and late hours are all more hallucinations of the luaiu, Her restlessness is perhaps a hi tlo feverish, her gaiety somewhat strained; hut none except those who low her would notice it, and, as for the rest, they vote her manner even more teen usually charming today. The soft dark &roles beneath her oyes only ren- der them more rich in pathetic beauty, the two warm touches of carmine on her cheeks but servo to throw oat the daz- cling fairness of hor skin, She is gra- Mom, courteous, sympathetic, as ever, yet always iter glaneo turns to that sor• nor of the grounds whence newcomers may beexpeoted. She is the vory prettiest creature I know," says Mrs. Wymoes, with unaf- !'acted admiration, turning to Bruno Bouverie, who is lounging beside her. AA a 0010, 1te le always tou11gtng omen her. It is a flirtation of 8noh old stand. ing uow between thee° two -quite a fear in all.—that people have almost orgotten to gossip abort ib and wonder over their tea•onps if it will over come to auytiling. l'eeily Womyss is a willow, a very young widow, and a very light•hoarted ono. Indeed over sines the death of her husband her spirits have risen to finch au abnormal lini„Iit that it must be uncharitably believed that she was heartily glad to got rid of him. She ie stall, dark, piquant, a brunette hl Of •' feet, ur r/ simple.—porbaps not very simph—with laughing eyes and merry lips, lu.d hair that Huls subjection diol• cult. ' I glare say," says Bruno. whom aro you talking ?" " Of Mies Lorne." "You aro right them "—with mild en• thusiasm—" she is out and out the prof• tient girl I know." " Is she ?"—" The prettiest girl 1 " returns Bruno, with careful emphasis. "Ali I" says Mrs, 1Vemyss, Then slim laughs a little, and glances at hien front under artfully -lowered lids. '"That last Was oleoer," she says. She uufnrle an enormous black fan, and waves it to and fro to the groat dis- comfiture of a big bumblebee, which, made dizzy by the storm thus raised, falls heavily, sleepily iuto her lap, end bogies explorations there amongst her laces. There is a tremulous tranquillity in all the air which sooths the senses and renders speechlessness uo crime, but rather a necessity. Quivering sun• beams aro creeping from flower to flower, the swift stream at the foot of tate lawn is making sweetest music as it rushes by its shelving banks, where close to "Bub of " The river's trembling edea 'Phar,' grew brava tug flowers, vuri'1c pi',ukt wigb w3,10," " Still thinking of the meet charming being you know ?" murmurs Mrs. \Vetnyss et hist, clusiug her fan with e little snail, mud raising two great lustrous eyes to his. ' Yes," says Bruno. " Sho should be flattered. Five, six —uay, seven minutes—and all spent on her." " I have spent more time than that on her without awakening any gratitude within her breast." "Itis your modesty that makes you say that. How can you know what thoughts are stirring ill her breast ?" " I don't believe any thoughts aro stir- ring there ; it is too frozen to admit of movement." " 01, how you malign her!" " Do I ? Yon should. best 1" "Then I will prophesy that your woo. ing—if you put sufficient heart into it— will prosper." " If you can assure me of that, it is the best news I have heard for many it day ; yet I have my doubts." " A true lover always doubts. BM why should you believe her ungrate• fel l " She looks so." "I don't agree with you. Ithink sht looks only happy," says Mrs. Wemyse, with one swift glance at Dolores, whom laughing merrily. " That Is no good eigu." " What."—archly. Would you have yoarlove alwayr, ou the very verge 01 despair? That is so like a man! Set now how much prettier she looks whet laughing." " She is nos laugnrc„. • " How can you say that ? What 1 Has Cupid indeed made you blind 7" "I cannot aee that she is laughing." " Why, where are your eyes 1"--" On you," says Bruno. ' 013, then, of course you can't ace Iter." " I can indeed," persists Bruno. " Who ?" " We wore talking of my lovo, I think, weren't we ?" says Bruno, with an ua- sumption of meekness, but with the most glaring audacity ; whereupon they both laugh. ' May the gods grant you souael" says Mrs. Womyss, with a little scornful tilt. ing of her chin. "And you akincler mind. Amen 1" re- turns Bruno, 1 Already it is too kind. It is well I am not of a jealous disposition." "I would yon were a trifle more so ; it would betoken deeper feeling." "' Outand out the prettiest thing you knew 1' " reproachfully. "If you believed that nonsensical speech, it didn't seem to effect you much," Still mora reproachfully— "You would Have mads Ane over to her with a light heart. Perhaps it would have boon an easy way of getting rid of me." ' Whose kingdom in so large that she would Beek to rid herself of her best possession 7" asks sho in a low tons and with an adorable glance. A little shout from the triumphant aids of the tennis -court breaks upon their left. Then sides are changed, and the game begins again, the abrupt and uucortain noise of the balls falling plea. sautly upon the monotonous sound of nature. " You two always seem to me to be the happiest people in the world," says Dolores, coming tip to them presently and Sinking into a seat near Mrs. Wens - yes. " I say, Bruno, where is Dials 7" asks Vyner, who has also strolled up to thorn, more in the wake of Audrey Pon. souls,/ than actually with her. " i can't think," mimosa Brano, "Perhaps he didn't mean coming." "He did 1" says Audrey, who is look. ing really beautiful, but listless and cold as usual. "1Ie told yon so perhaps?" oaks Vy, nor who seems anxious in a lazy sort of way to bridge over. the ,unpleasant- ness of last night. "No," returns Miss Ponsonbv. imam - promisingly, gazing not at him, nut at something that is not in the •l far, far distance." "The information is vagus, but full of interest," remarks Mr. Vynor, un- abashed. "11 gives us every hope that hellos been foully murdered. Miss Pousanby, tho last portion wile saw lilnl MUve, at praoitoly thirty-five minutes and twenty-one newels after three a,ui. declares on oath lie wa'r then bout nn being here early to day. Has any one telegraphed to Soobiotil and ?" 1 shouldn't wonder if our beloved mother l u1 sent him all tho way to Ilortnn to make some modest purcltaao," says Bruno, "It would be just like her, considering the day is eighty in tho shade!' A warts day indeed to go so far as Horton revs Dolores iightly, Yet her face had changed at the men- tion of .Dick. Had ho kept away pur- posely? Had he repented him of those fow, harried, honeyed worrlslast night? "here comes Mrs. Dovedalo," sans Cecily Womyss suddenly, " and with her her !k1,/, Aeltatex, of coma, in all her war•paint. How I detest that Mr,. Drummond and hor Georgia 1 I never know which is the more objoctiouahlo of the two." " Or the three," pubs iu Bruno. " Dovedale is to me as objectiouable as the others. Her tongue is sharper than the sorpant's tooth. Seo now how ten- derly she ensiles upon 11Iiss Maturin. 1 dare say she has takeu her in complete- ly, and made her believe hor ' altogether each an one as herself.'" "That would bo asimple task," says Polores, with a fond glance at Miss Ala- turiu, who is smiling bar kindest at the Vicar's wife. " Auntie is always sure that every one she meets thinks just as she does." Here the Vicar's wife loaves Miss Maturin and goes trippingly across the lawn to seine one for whom sho bas a barbed arrow in quiver. She is there. fore looking quits her sweetest; and site has a simple little pompadour gown on her., and a baby hat that suits her "down to the ground." " How very picturesque and idyllic 1" says Vyner softly. " Dear little saint! I wonder what venom Hos beneath that simper?" sug- gests Mrs. Wemyes. " I would not be Mrs. Harcourt at this moment for a good round crown," declares Bruno—which certainly is not much of a sum, but is evidently meant to represent a fabulous amount, the very roundness of it being a guarantee of its immensity. " She's a nightmare," says Vyner ; "but still, I think, can hardly hold com- parison with her patron in that respect. Oh for that Mrs. Drummond, and oh for her Georgie! Eh—ab! How d'ye do, Mrs. Drummond ? So glad to see you! Your daughter here to -day ?" "Yea, over there," answers the ma- tron blandly, "I'm sure she weuld be glad if you would see her through a gams of tennis, She plays well --ex- cellently well, I may say—but sho is so nervous ! Quite a child in many ways, I assure you I" ' She looks it," murmurs Vyner ten- derly. ' By Jove, here's °hickey!" exclaims Bruno, when Mrs. Drummond has car- ried herself off. "'Better late than never 1' I wonder who makes his clothes ? They are the tightest fitI ever saw 1" " He dresses himself very well, I think," says Mrs. Wemyse, who is good- natured. ' On the principle that ' fine feathers make fine birds.' Well, he is wise I" says Bruno. Now I wonder why on earth he wears that eyeglass ?" remarks Mr. Vy- ner plaintively. " The verymental anxi. ety connected with the fixing of it, to say nothing of the injury to his sight, must be terribly wearing to his consti- tution I" "013, don't fret about him l" says Bruno, with tender anxiety. " I assure von it does him no harm; he alway takes it out when ho wants to see." " He is very plover, is ho not 2" asks Dolores, in perfect good faith. " He is very well read, I mean, and likely to take honours and that?" At first there is an astonished silence, and then every one laughs iuvolunta- Sly, forgetful of manners and all the rest of it. Even Audrey, after a swift, cu. rious glance at Dolores, gives way tolow but unrestrained mirth. " There is no kuowiug what he isn't going to take," says Mr. Vyner, with a swift glance at Audrey," but, in accord- ance with his appearance, which is charmingly youthful, I should say measles first, after that mumps, and so ou. We should bo proud to have such au erudite youth in our midst. Do you feel proud, Mrs. Womyss ?" " I'm too meek a woman for that," laughs Mrs. Wemyse. "Pride and I parted company many a day ago, and I have felt much more comfortable ever since." As she says this, she smiles kindly at Audrey, who is moodily trill. ing with a large moss -rose, ' And, after all, it is quite a shame to laugh at Sir (Mickey, because he has more good points than most dux." " He has indeod,says Bruno. "If you mean his elbows and knees, I never saw a men in all my life so oppressed with thorn. Why, they, are all over him 1" " Mrs. Wemyes is right," remarks Vy- nor, with suspicious gravity. " Let us cease from ovil•spoakingf,. Sir Chioksy is not to be despised. Ho wears good clothes, has money, a title, and no re- lations ; he is considered clover by one very charming young lady, and is the sworn admirer of another—I mention no names, so no actions can be taken— and is on the whole a very nietl girlish boy. I myself regard him with the very keenest voueration 1 Flava I summed u all those good points you mentioned, Mrs, \Vam.rse 9'y (TO BE CONTINUED.) GOOD NEWS For the Farmer. I have spewed the maim for Grey township for a Patent Load Lifting Machine. Yon can do your hauling and mowing with ono than less than usual, as a boy emu 11111 elle llla- chine. It is simple, durable, labor saving, convenient and call be had ata small expense. Farmers do not be deceived, order this patent and take no other. Wo will take pleasure any time in testing it with any other load lifter made, and as to its reliability, safety, strength, lightness of draught and expedition, it has no equal. 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