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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1885-10-30, Page 2a THE BRUSSELS POST. Oce', 90, 1896. DICK'S SWEETHEART. 13y the Author of elatnnnsn Turvaxrex," "Ines, Lone Bnanssroul," "Y1:27I.1cls," BAwN," .fire. "You laugh! But do you !maw hu reads poetry very well hid, cd :' an) Dolores, who is atcuder little sold, with whom the absent aro always right, e I lo cause up here the other day awl. re 4 r Locicsley ball' for auntie and net, and we were quite pleased." The two mon look other, and porhai„ at the same mon elutthe salne tltougllt runs through, both their minds. At all events, it is a very kindly glance she gets front each. "He is fortuuatc at.leaet in having so sweet a champion," eays Vvner gently, with a litt.e graceful bend of the heed. " He isn't a bad old chap when all in told," acknowledges Bruise, with sudden and most unexpected clemency. " Here oome the Montgomery% I" cries l:Ire. Went'se suddenly. "I wonder is there is any ono in the county that isn't hero? I expect "—turnlug with it genial smile to Dolores—" that this ie goiu;; to be the ono popular house in t .a neighbourhood. Mine used to t'4, t:,:, general rendezvous—at least "—w nth a glance at Bruno—" boys fuuud it a 050. tul plane in which to air their er,cis anti joys. But now 1 give In to your alms I cede psi larity—all to her. I may as well before I must. You see :intim is more honourable than detea..." "Wits a cowaruly setitt laughs:4mi-liaturin, who has sir ,i., -,I up to them, het heavier doth„ 1101•1, an entl. She has indsedto,_o 1 s.'"r •"..y at boart to 0a with them for an hr or o.r more, silly youth being always de'rur to her than sober age. She lay's her ]lilts i now 00 Au,lrey'a shoulder win" 1' no.43 hut•, "1 hop' vu's rail: nil coin*, here just as often as ever vel lice," she says kiu,Ily with acoteprelit u- sivoglaoce. "Not"- Ia:ghiug—'the t I have ally right to indste you. There " - mllieltt.11 I Dolores with tt slight wave of the b and--" stands the littleinistrv,3 of Greylancls." "Yes, I am the ro'aI rim I,lnine. This is but my slavoatutl vassal," retorts Lo. lores saucily, but with the ',realist, fondest smile at Mies tlatnrin. Slipping her hand within her arra, she pre see close to her in a little confiding tender Leiden, Here the conversation is interrupted by the approach of servants armed with trays and email round tables, and a hap- py coufnsiou of tea, curaooa, straw. berries and cream, cakes, and brandy and soda. "Nothine like soda after being up all night.' says Bruno cheerfully. " Ptaiu," supplement; Mr. Vyner se. verely. " I don't think I ever saw so inane ugly women together eel saw last night,'' says Audrey suddenly, without auy pre - lefts. " I hate unpresentahio people.' I thought all the womou r,hoetuugly f%1(,tere, certainly;" acquiesces Sir.:. \Vemyss, with a shrug. "But what will y on ? Beauty i; a rare weed, and the art of dressing rip to one's style al- mo,t nuknown.,, " I liked that gneor•colonred gown on the Dnclreto ,,rots Dolores. " It was old•fashioned, but somehow it suited her. It was a sort of lcinduee; to her cem lexiou, her choo,ing that colour," " What, a spuecth from you I" exclaims Vynor, opouing Ills oyes. " It only show., th .t the very sweetest of a, can sometimes 1 rice r0," " \\',, tits( a<tlre?" says DOloros, COIoorl10j. .• 1 +ill n't moans it, .11111 in. rleedit u:.cored to me that—that in anything but trent shade she might not, look her b•,st!" At this everybody laughs a fall. ",l Sas be ./..se d 0, 'says Benue, with a do:ynward motion of his bends. \V1,et str, net um about the Dueness is this," says -re. \Weelyss--e that she mattes me fuel myself unreal. 1 am not Cecile Wonyas tohorslmt only a ' let S1,hoen' ors.' Betsy,' as the ease may be. It id fat!::niug, and proWetivo of a sort of w• o ing uightrnare ; to go throne.% life as a perpetual and actual ' Betsy' would be more than weak wo- man could endure. I wonder what she is going to do with us when she gets us to the Castle ?" "I anticipate the worst," says Bruno gloomily. " Dick treats the whole thing as en immense joke ; but I fear be wi,1 ;;1+d himself in the wrong box," Ch, there won't be any boxes I" ex- claims Sir Chicks), kindly, who has jnnt joined them. " Just a sort of emelt theatre, you Know, and quite a pial' stage." A clear stage and no favour," quotes Mr. Vyuersadly, "What an aw' fel thought! I was thinking of llavtu a few humble frieudsto applaud me al..: throw me one or two hundred boo,jn,: at a guinea apiece ; but I suppose, frog what uuaucer has just said. it would cot be allowed. Bless me, in what e tyrannical age we live;" " Compelled to act against our will," begins Bruno. Not against mine," intercepts De. lores quickly. " Do you know I am quits delighted with the prospect of these private theatricals at the Castle; though I'm sure I can't act a bit, never having even tried. You all scone sorry ; but as for me, I think it will be the greatest fun." For a moment it occurs to Mrs. Wein- yes that the little dove -eyed girl before lior maybe wickedly satirical; then she repents her of the notion. Vyner Iaughe aloud. " I believe we all think just as you do," ho says, " and should be miserably illhappointed if anything were to arise to •rl,,tter our hopes of malting ourselves • fair names and fatuous ' out of those comm.: plays, But cotle,,,ion is bitter rills Dolores, anxfclsiv. 50 4113, amu we 101'0 to may at, 10,11,40. enee." " As good practice for the coming mummeries," says Audrey coutoull tu- ously, " Dolores! Come here, and give us sone tea," male Sirs, ;\Inturiu, hbr vuio0 coming to them troth over the sort turf; Dotoree, n!e01g, gone to her, With little deft alc'ndtr littgir: she poem out the tea, aur smilint ul 01 file Many min who throng uremia her, only ton at xiou; to he her Mereur) s. :11rd yet 1lnough all her stades and ku,11• ,1ert glances, tiro pathetic: stays',, }, shuwu, the faiut sadness of a 1411 100 1'e"t'nt, the ilh00ew of a vague rli'ilp• r,iutiuout•, Ile had said be tru,u! onue; site had not so mach tlapeu awl on the delicate tenderness of his loud( Or tomo as on his al:uken p1111150; std, had beeu quite sore of his coming, she had dwelt Upon his oviduct pass:matte desire to be with her, when, in the mystic calmness or her own peel+' room, she lay awake wnt'hinq the widening of the Morn. She lead risen in glad expectation of what the full clay would hriug to Ler; anti now—now it is eventide,anet all her sweet beliefs have crumbled into unsightly ashes, and the light of her soft hope bas,}irown so dull as tribe almost unseen by her—a barren hope indeed, productive of amigo but secret anti painful blushes, ;lure of a hurt self•lovo, and ,,om0..41ug hurhap, deeper still. Aud then, all at once, an it 4)0((1133 to her, he is here—is enduing to her over the cool sweet grass. With glad quick oyes will eagy30 step, lie roues to w•h.•re she is sitting iu her white gown, with a gracious smile upon her lips, and "bluwu soft hair and bright"—her pretty hair; 11 snouts to hie, like the aureole of a saint surrouuding that pure anti lovely face, as he draws nearer, nearer at ,1, 11061 110 is at her eine, She, n.' ung hint. huts grown a Iht'e pale, mei 11134 tied+' t 4 ni+dninntai sher„- dor snule what in his direction, and at her mobile lips wee a ewe et haugh+y curve that time., t,,em • 0 1110ew•, but s:10u01 not be t,d,.re, for him. Leaaidg back in h•"r chair, -are turns up her tace in a, fa+Lion a ec1;r+'e 1(11, ler than nsnul to the young man bending over hor with lover -like ass deity, as it seems to the approaching Denver:a. He is a very good, harmless yonutl man; but at thie moment he awakens in Sir. Bouvorie's breast a hatred. as wild as it is unreasonable. He is hang. ing over Dolores, he is gazing with ap- parent delight into her eyes; and she— she, whom he, Bouverie, had believed above the trivial cruelties of her lex— is smiling back at him as sweetly as though be were the male unit iu the universe I Paler and paler grows Dolores as she hears the approaching footstep ; and yet it is with the calmest air in the world, and with the prettiest iudiffer. once, that she ackuowledges his greet- ing—which now has grown somewlist constrained—and puts her hand in his. " Another cup of tea?" elle asks lazily, as though not clear as to whether she herself gave him one amoment eiOco or not, and is therefore somewhat sur- prised at his fresh " How d'ye do ?" " I have not bad due yet," esys be, rather taken aback by thin unoxpeutod question. "No? What a shame! But I dare say you do not care about it. Slee only pretend lo like tea, it seems to mo. Aud yet"—drawing up her brows re- flectively, the little hypocrite—"I did think I gave you some just now." "Yon gave m0 nothing," replies he somewhat coldly—" not oven a wel- come," he could have atldorl, "It must havo been to your brother, then." Very possibly," says Bouverie, white with indiguaut disappointment, "as I have only just now come." "Ali, so," she says, as though slowly awaking to a possible fust, "now you have come—now, when tho others are all leaving ? It was scarcely worth your while, was it? Sugar ?" She smiles quite kindly—abomivably kindly —at him as she says all tide. " No, thank yon—notIiug—not even the tea. But you aro wrong; it was worth my while to come. I ha' a learned within the last few minutes the mean• ing of that strange word 'mutability.' The others are going, you say ? Being only one amongst the many, I suppose I must go too?" " Oh, no l"—with gracious indiffer- ent*. "Not until 11 quite suits you," " This very moment will suit me ad- mirably." "Now here, uocv gone," says she, with ft little pale smile, "Well, don't let lee detain you." " I never dreamed you would so far trouble yourself—that would be too much to expect. To be allowed to come was the greatest grace to which I as- pirerl," "Humility is Homebody's darling cin," murmurs she, with a fine contempt and a flash from her large eyes. " That grace you coveted and gained might have enabled you to come here sooner'." "I think I camp too soon i" retorts he, with sudden vehemence, the colour springing to his fade, "I wish the road to Horton had been twice as long," " To Horton 1" It is her turn to change colour now; the blood recedes ,t little lean her lips and brow. " have you boon to Horton and back to -day ?" "Yes"—shortly. a "It is thirty miles; but"—with se,l• dee hope—" of course you went by train." "Unfortunately," says ho, smiling politely but coldly, "the trains didn't suit. 11 was important I should see our man of bnsinees before the post wont out in Horton, and no train from that would bring mo home before eight o'clock." " And wouldn't that havo done ?" ,• 1L w001u, 1 suppose ; •nut 1 0100'1 think so then—not when 1 was riding there and back, I mean, Tho cult' thotlgli that possessed me during those Shirty milds was that I could not well present myself to—to Mies Melanin at eight o'clock." IIe pauses, and looks at the sky with a rather barren admira- tion. " What it charming day yon have had for the reception of your i'riendo l" he clays indifferently, She gives him to understand she agrees with ]lira by it little Iiltivetttent of the head; but she says uothiug, and stands before hint trifling nervonely with a spray of stephanotis. tier lids aro lowered ; how eau ho toll then that her eyes are full of tears? "Yon havo quite got over last night's fatigue, I hope?" ltd gu(5) 011, cruelly conventional because so sad at heart. Is it possible that he should now think of tender things to say of this girl to whom last night ho gave his heart only to have it trodden on to• lily ? He is un- consciously creel—needlessly miserable. " Quite, thank you," Elbe says slowly ; and thea she turns away from him, and wants, with a sudden vague longing for comfort, to where Miss Maturin is stand• ing at a little distance. Her eyes are dry again now, her head is np112(1,'L 1/11t 1401' lece is still rale, and her sensitive lips too touched with a shadowy pain. She had wronged him, that was out• too true, she told herself ; but how could alio have known ? He hall icou cold, bitterly 120, and had re. fused to see how grieved ego was when her i,tistakn had h,:ecome known to her. IIe had talked to her in a strange nn- fr;rvdly voice of the beauty of the day —how could he have belt the beauty of it jest tltr'It :"—anti lead hoped she had foreetti u List night's fitttguc, as might the commonest stranger! Ilad he gnito for,z,tten that sweet last night, that now seems Its though it had never been. and unlst for evermore to regard - tai an the Isere gilded dream -child of an idle brain 2 And what was the mailing of that strauge accusation he Intl drought against her—that cbargo of fickleness? Why ebonld he tell her tltst she had taught him the significa- tieu of that sad word "mutability" ? Well, it is all over now—all is at an end, it indeed ono can speak of the end of nnytbiug that has had scarce a be- ginning. Perhaps he had not meant dose fow words last night; perhaps— and yet— Yes; it is all for the best, nodonbt; but—why had he said those words ? With It secret sense of bitterest self- contempt, she casts a hurried glance to where she hits left him standing. But he is not there—he is not indeed any- where. And, with a little catch at her heart, Elbe tells herself that she was right. All—what a little all, and how sweet it now scorns 1—is surely at an end between them I CI3APTER VIII. Another day is added to the mass of buried ages, Already it is high uoou. The world, grown weary of June's jollity, is lying quiescent, lost in a languorous slumber. High overhead a tiny speck of quiver. ing brown, grown mac! with the mere eostaey of living, is carolling aloud its fond praise of earth and its Creator. Down below a little dainty figure, clad all in white, and somewhat sad and somewhat dejected in its going, is wading its way throngh seento(' grasses and waving meadow, " Crowds of boos aro giddy with, clover, Cr .wile of grasshoppers slap nt hor feet, Crow's of larks at their nlstlns hang over, .thanking the Lord fora life so owoet." A hot and radiant sun is sitting up above, holding a stately revel. All. the heavens aro spotted with pale clouds edged with faintest amber, whose youth- ful beauty in made even more con- spicuous booause of the presence of one sail sister, draped all in mournful gray and tipped with gold, that hangs right over the chimp of firs. Dolores, glancing upward at this for. lorn little cloud, smglle resentfully, and tells herself that she resembles it—sad, despondent, angry. Alas for that sorry yesterday and all its attendant regrets 1 She clenches 0120 small hand hastily, with a touch of sharpest self -disdain, and throws up her head impatiently. All the morning depression had sat so persistently upon her that at last it had seemed to her a good thing to bestir herself and go forth into the calm soft My, to see if that could not banish it. There is still a good doal of angor in her heart 08 she thinks of Mr. Bouverie— he had been"Dick" for one sweet night and half a clay, but now is "Dick" no more. Ilow eager he had been to accept her small mistake as a wilful incivility —Low determinedly blind to hor regret I Perhaps he had not noticed it—had thought bet cold as himself I Well, a good tiling too ! But there ie a pang at her heart as she trios to convince her- self of this. Behind the giant firs there is a little river—a brawling noisy river that rushes headlong to tho sea. It ie a favourite of Dolores's, and to it she turns lies slow feet. Tho beauty of the da,y is lost upon her, the fair sweetness of the growing noontide and all its fuller lights and rich charms perfected, the faint sea -lino upon the west, tho delicate aloarness of the hills, the misty light that floats tremulously low down between earth and sky, and the tender salt breathfrom the ocean that comes upward from the bea0h, where the "bark groom wav05 st's lyht Ronin -clad en the distant shrove, She has gathered a fow dog -roses from the hedges, and putto them, in au idle inconsequent fashion, some large mar- guerites that stare at' her unblinkingly. With her white gown clinging tc her and hor groat eyoe fixed mournfully upon a future dark as midnight, she 1.00D NEWS For the Farmer. l 11tt\'o secured the 1HI0110 for Grey township for n Patent Load Lifting Machine, You can do your hauling and mowing with one 101111 less than usual, Its it boy can run the ma- chine. it is simple, durable, labor saving, convenient and callbe had at a small expense. 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