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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1885-11-20, Page 2DICK'S SWEETHEART. By the Author of "Mme:ten Tlteaseu x," 'Lees, Lulm BRIIRE8rOiu , ' "Pnr4418," "MoLf.r BAw$, Erc. " riOW you amuse yOn1'HBtI r• saps Bruno, with a slight shrug and an amused glance. " What I want you to hear me say, thou, is that Dick is in love." "Ah 1" exclaims Mrs. Wemyss, rain- ing her brows. " You should break vonr news more gently, In love? With whom ?" " Mies Lorne, if you will have um Ray it. And she, it seems to we, in quite 40 empressre about him. There is nothing to choose between them ; she is quite as much in it as he is. Don't yen think they will make a charming pair 9" " Dear me 1 Who would have believed them so silly 7" murmurs Mrs. Wimple, in an accent replete with heartfelt tea - greet. " Eh 7" say Bruno, who up to this has been almost enthusiastic in his speech. He raises himself upon his elbow and gazes earnestly at her. " So foolish of thew I" exclaims Mrs. Wemyss, biting her red lip with con- siderable force. " But it was to be ex• pectsd. It is of course the way they would go. Nobody has a grain of sense THE BETTISSIELS POST, Nov. 20, 1885. ung. "Pot Myself, t 11110 5110 I/ani ma of tobaeco." " Fla—smoke!" pries Mrs. Drmnmoud, who has drawn near, " But don't mind me, lay', dear "—to hor hostess. " Of course youug men will be young moo ; and I bare say there are worse Whip than a pipe," " A few," says Bruno—" not that X see a pipe anywhere." "Look at my Georgina," says Airs, Drummond, in a perfect overflow of motherly love—" always happiest when with the little oneol Shows snob a thorough sweetness of disposition, such a hankering atter that divine simplicity that belongs alone to childhood I But, in truth. my Georgina is at heart but a child herself t" Silence follows upon this maternal rhapsody, a silence that is bet the veil to clack the repreheueihl0 tendency to- wards laughter that is conanmmg all her heatertt. ' What are you thinking of, An- thony 7" asks Airs. Wemyss suddenly, to whom Isir. Vyner is an old friend. "You aro silent! Tell us of your thoughts." She says this merely to do. stroy the fear that the real nature of her own silence may be guessed. "They were deep," stays Mr. Vyner solemnly. "They had much to do with a big bee booming busily by. Forgive the alliteration." " I love alliteration," remarks Mrs. nowadays except myself and you t Wentyss calmly, whilst the others There—that's polite of me, if Yon like ! smile ; " don't you 7"—to Mrs. Dram• Have some strawberries "" mond. "Idon't understand you,"sive Brute' "A—a what, my dear?" asks Mrs. stiffly, refusing to bo mollified even by Drummond vacantly, which upsets all the sweet smile she scuds straight intra decorum, his eyes. " Who is foolish, and why i" There is one terrible moment, during "Your brother and that lovely child. which Mrs.1Vemyss feels that her after- vt'my, you 411410 j1.101 been tellwg me a,: noon is going to be a failure, and that about it 1" returns she, with an assume- presently Mrs. Drummond will be soon tion of reproach. retiring from their midst offended past " 1 said nothing of folly certainly ; I all hope. Theu Bruno, seeing the agony only said they loved each other." in her eyes, oome0 to the rescue, au,d " Ili -,,, and flow coals you possibly makes 4414(06 little passing remark et have said it more distinctly ?" A little rippling laugh breaks from her as she presses tL strawberry into a mouth that is scarcely less red than it. " Love, thea, you deem folly 9" asks the ;voting man half angrily. " The very height of it—don't"—with a soft coquettish glance—" don't you?" " No, don't," says Bruno distinctly ; after which he gathers himself up from her feet and saunters moodily away 111 the direction of nobody. This proceeding carries him into the gardens beyond; but it does not keep him there. It just gives him time to concentrate within his brain the fact that the most exquisite flowers are alto. gather inferior to the society of Mrs. \\'eetyme; after the iwbibiug of which Which they may laugh if they Will, 4111' at which they clo, immoderately, toMrs. Drulnmoutl's undisguised amazement. " How quiet you are, Dolores 1" says Mrs. Wentyss caressingly, glancing at Miss Lorne as site hes back a little lam guidly in her wicker chair, a thoughtful happy smile maw her lips. She has indeed been lost in an u..eon. Hclons 811ence 11311 04 a n4meetee Charm ; but now, hearing herself thus 1414,1111 back into life, she learns for the first time that she is silent, and the sweet - nese of her musings comes to an end. She colours faintly, and casts 'a half.shy glance at Bouverie, who is leaning over her ohair. " I was daydreaming," she answers nervously. " What a sunset it is, with knowledge, like a very sensible young its crimson glows and the orange tinge man, he returns once More to civilized of the clouds I What alovely neigh - lite. Ouce more ton he approaches Mrs. \\'emyss with a face wreathed in smiles, and sinks into his old seat beside her. '"The garden is pretty, isn't it?" says she, with light enthusiasm. "I knew you would like it. I don't wonder you stayed there so long 1" It is precisely five rninutesand a half since be left her. " Was 1 cross?" whispers Bruno con- tritely. " I'm a bear, I know, because you have so often told me. But, you see, you upset all one's preconceived ideas so utterly that you upset one's temper too. I had been for so long dwelling neon the ti,"nght that there really was sornethingout of the common sweet about Dick's love for Dolores that, when yell crushed the sweetness, 1 was startled—no more." Mrs. Wentyss changes coleer for an instant; then she is herself again, " All 1 And Ho that was it ?" sho says gaily, with a quick glance at him from under her rubber roguish lids. " Every bit of it." " What a temper you must have then to get into such a rage over 5111)114041 Ind n'sbusiness I Now, if I had said any thing that tnumh0dyourself at any point, ur concerned you in any way----" " I should not of course have lost my temper," iiuishes 13rm10, returning her cane steadily for a fall minute—onlya Winete however, Then his oyes go Sewn before here. HIo sighs. " Yon do with me what you will," he says, in a 10W 40410, relneta13tly, and forthwith re- ams to his allegiance and the Item of her gown. ":4lies Drummond, do you remember `110, White 9" says Mrs. 1Vemyss, lama ;ng forward. " 01(1 lady who took the sen, warm, lovely smue etlan eo -05 cold haughty face into a vivid beauty, ' It malleo me feel he is still young, that there is uo fear I'shail ever lose 1rm, " sho nye tenderly. For a inement Vyner realm; her no reply. He is watching the 0nrlo0H soft light withld.her.oyee, and perhaps mar. Yelling at, it; but, even as he watches it, the fresh light fades, and the first look of resentment returns, " You shall 'speak to me of .dad an- other time ; 1 ani not in the hunlonr now," elle says coldly, and movie away from him to where Doloresissittingealnl and sweet. Meantime Mrs. Drummond is talking confidentially to her friend Mrs. Dove - dale on a matter 11305 has been much troubling her of late—nameiiy, the ques- tionable propriety of her having pur- posely omitted to send Andrey a card for her ball that is to take place to -mor- row (weenie, " Of course, ucw the Duchess has taken her into such high favour, it makes things' awkward," she says to 1,1rs. Dove - dale, with quite a tromour in her voice. "I wish, after all, I had invited her, though her aunt Lady Bouverie certain - 1y detests her. Do you think, Clear, that, if I wore to ask her now, even at this last moment—giving a proper ex. cusp of ,•onrse—she would come? Give me your candid opinion now, my love, becauee,to confess the truth to yoe, I Bin uneasy about it. Not that I like the girl ; only—" Nu, no; 441411 is toe attractive to he liked," murmurs little Airs. Dovedale, in her childish treble. "Yes, ask her. If you do, you eau at least always say elle refused, yon know, and that it was not jealousy that induced you to exclude hest' "Jealousy 1 I am not jealous of her!" exclaims lire. Drummond, reddening uuco"lfortahly. " No ? I thought perhaps Georgina— B it, of course-- Well, ask her, I say. 1ler refusal can do you no harm." " But will she refuse ?" says Mrs. Drummond indignantly, " I don't be- lieve it. She will be only too glad to escape the monotony of her life for a hit. :;I', —er—or--very poor,ou know; and people like that should not give theluselvee airs." Mrs. Dovedale laughs prettily. " But rich people may; is that it?" site asks. " Long ago we—that is, my people—used to think that only those who had grauclfatheta — generations, tiresomely long geuealogies, yon know— could dare to hold up their beads. Now it is all different—tell the other way round, isn't it?" she laughs again. " But about Miss Ponsonby," ale says. " Why, do ask her ; it will do hor no harm, you see, and you—Ito good. Huw pretty she looks to•iley=and how cone pletely she has enslaved Sir Mickey 1" " She is artful in the extreme ; but 1 sennose I had better ask her." says Mrs .urummond reluctantly, moving away to where Audreyis sitting, totMrs. Dove - dale's discomfiture, who, for some rea- son or reasons unknown, would gladly have left Miss Ponsouby without even this late invitation. " Dear Miss Ponsonby," says Mrs. Drummond, tiutteriug up to Audrey with a simpering ',mile upon hor inex- pressive coauteuanoe, and what, in a wild flight of fancy, site believes to be a genial manner, "so glad to find you alone for a moment!" She hovers round her for a minute with all sails spread, and then sinks into 1110 seat beside her. " I am generally alone," returns Au- drey coldly; thea—" Do ,you thilik you could manage to keep a little 1110415 to the left? Ah, thanks I Your umbrella is of such an abnormal size, and I do so hate having nay bonnet disarranged." "I have so wanted a word with you," says Mrs. Drummond effusively, "That absurd mistake about your invitation for to -morrow night—our daueo, yon' know. I can't think how it occurred." " No ?" questions Audrey, turning clear cold oyes upon her,, " Butwhere 1150 the mistake 9" " \Vhy, not Bending yon a card, my dear 1 It was quite au oversight -quite 1 May Ihope you will forgive it, and give us the pleasure of your company all the same 1" " You are really too good t" says Miss Ponsonby slowly, after a distressingly long pause that brings 11re. Drum- mond's face to the colour of a peon}'. "And pray do not (Ileums yourself about the mistake --there was none. Had you sent me that card you speak of, it would have been a hctise indeed; but, as it is— Would you try to keep your parasol a little more that *way ? As it is, I find it quite impossible to 80- oopt your kind invitation." " But, my dear Miss Ponsonby—" " I beg you will not jive Me the trouble of refusing you twice," says Au. drey haughtily, turning from her. lt'itt' the gesture of au Ofisuded (peen, and with all tlio a;riof ono who is undoubted- ly speaking bo some one of very inferior quality. • Mrs. Drummond, more crushed titan she cares to admit, rises precipitately, and carries honied and Pier paresol to it distant part of the grounds. Mr..Vynor, who has watched the whole manc0nvre from afar, slips into hor vacant chair, and laeghs aloud. "I hope you weren't too Revere," lie says. "What could sho have said, pea; fat goal, to bring down, those wrathipl glances ou her head ?" "The insolence of her l" days' Miss Ponsonby'between her.. teeth. ' ' '• Yes. She Was inviting you to -day to her hall to -morrow night—eh ?" "Yen seem to know eyerything.; Per- haps too you know my answer ?" "I can guess it—'' 0.'" Icor once yoU are right" "For twice, yon mean though I must confess Mrs. Dovedale helped me to my bourhood to live in 1" " Like Auburn, it is ' the loveliest vil- lage of the plain," says Vyner; and it is remarkable that there es.uo trace of cynicism in his tone as lie speaks to her. "Yes, yes, indeed 1" she responds, es though very pleased, and etudes upon him. Her large eyes aro full of sweet enthusiasm, her pretty hair, shining like threads of gold, is blown hither and thither by the soft eatnuner wind. She looks like some soft spirit from another world blown into this. "How beautiful she is I" says Audrey suddenly, looking impulsively at Vyner. " yery beautiful 1" "What a pure little face 1 Sho is the dearest little babyof a thing—quite the angel type 1 I am sure,. if she lived for a thousand years, the breath of scandal could not come nigh her."' " That is a remark that should be ap- plicable to all women, shouldn't it ? To you, as will as to her?" says' Vyner lazily ; but something in his tone jars upon her. " Some people get things said of them, Sven though they may not deserve it a bit mote than those othere of augelic style," she retinue quickly. " It is un- fair; but it is so all the same." "By 'some people' meaning your- self," says he, flicking off the ash of his cigarette. "Never mind me l" returns she icily. " We were talkiug of Miss Lorne." " Still I do mind you," says Vyner— "the more so in that you are— By the•byo, do you know you are looking very well today 9" " Does that mean I was looking very ugly yesterday 9" Cottage last Nuvemher, anti had 113"0"I don't think so—bocanse I didn't tt 0111 than Nature ever provided." happen to see you yesterday. But to " 1 remember," answers lliss Drum- return then to Mies Lorne. So she in- tuited slowly, Wrested you ?" " Sho married more people than the i "No. Nobody does that. 1 awn Archbishop of Canterbury 1 Sho was a her; that is all. I don't find I ever have most determined matchmaker. She much to say to her; but, as I told you married two of my bust friends to the before, she looks like an angel." wrong people when my clack was turned; " kh, you fled her slow 9" says Air. so len not likely to forgive her," Vyner, an almost imperceptible smile " I don't believe in matehanalciug," widening his lips. says Miss Maturin suddenly. "It is a " I certainly don't find her fast," re - mistaken calling, and results in little lies she, with a quick frown, Tlptn good. I don't believe any ono ever she rises to her feet"I never talk to made a good match, aa 111ey call it." yon," she says, with sudden repulsion, " Olt, there you are wrong!" pats in " that I don't feel .the full hideousness Mr. Vyner Mildly. " Surely you have of my life I" net torgotteu Bryant and May 1" Sho stares down at him with angry " Tut I" says Alias Maturin; but she Blowing oyes; but he seems impervious laughs unrestrainedly with that pretty to her wrath. low laugh of here that even up to this" Don't go yet," he says, as evenly has kept its youth ; and somehow the and iu as friendly a tone as if the daah- souud of her mirth puts venom to dight ing eyes above him had been soft as vie - more than all the enforced conversation lets, "I have no one to tall[ to hat you, that could be. Don't forsake mel" Hiss Drummond, as though it is not There is an unwonted eagerness In the congenial to her, rises and wanders away man1101 of his roqueet, 'and she still to where the children are playing with stands looking down upon him me he the, kingcnps and the daisies, tittle tranquilly smokes his, cigarette, with a mites, too young to know what life heart tllatthrobs with unpleasant torte. cleans, and happier in their ignorance aJ. wanted to ask you about the. old than they will ever be again. There boy," bogtns Mr. Vyner. Then he Bops are two of dad's' very young boys short, and a flue!] Verspreade his Coln- aMongst them, and a little boy from the tenane0. "'I bog yeas, pardon," he sayu,. Parsonage, and the Doctor's fairy of a really horror-otriokeu at hie reietake. daesliier. "Imean your f th— r e ' '' dad.' 1" Mrs, Wenlyes, is a cigarette a crime 9" asks Mr. V\'mer, " Not hoc," says, Mrs, Wemvss. sad. BRUSSELS PUMP WORKS. WILSON c PELTON' Take inueli'ploasure in announc- ing to the people of Brussels and surrounding country that having Purchased the Business of Mr. 0. Eike, on Mill Street, opposite Mr. P. Scott's Blacksmith Ron, they Will keep a Good Supply of PUMPS ON Tr,4ND And are prepared to fill all orders at Reasonable Prices. Repairing neatly and promptly clone. Please call and examine our stock before purchasing elsewhere. WILSON & PELTON. 16--tf. MONEY TO LOAN. Molar to loan outoxin praporty st LOWEST RATES. •oRIVATE AND COMPANY FUNDS W. B. DlcllsoN, Solicitor, Brussels, Ont. Money to Loan. PRT. V 4 TE FUNDS. $20,000 GUELPH „BUSINESS COLLE( E. GU BUM, — — ON'1'. IIIA SL''OOND SCHOLASTIC YliAlt T0on1mon0Pd Beet, iet. Vlach department 18 in charge of a ensaiaiist. To lalpart n eras• Ucel irni wing fur th0 oOloient don du et 0f !mai. nese affairs is Sas sphere d Wag of inn • Wasp, 4118 graduates nro0ulready holding rte• sport Bible pool tion . in the (0mm0r0151 men 01 the Dominion. I'lnor4oti0 yo fpnr posltlom1 woman are thoroughly 1 1 as ©ook•k0Pp°rs, anort•hand Wrltors. Corse. anon dolts. or 410105(50, Op orators. 1Lad encs reonivod at any limo, For clronlnr and 0atn- Iogile, eiving fun information, ailerons 10.61nt 71Ao00111,110K, rrinctpal MONEY TO LEND. 1V]. Any amount of Money to Loat on Farm or Village property a t 6 & G PER CENT. YEARLY. Straight Loans with privilege of re- paying when required. Apply to A. HUNTER, Div. Court Clerk, Brussels. FARMERS ATTENTION 1 Tube undersigned has the following goods for sale : THE DUNDAS COBD BINDER. Harvest Queen Beeper, Front and Bear Out Mower, Hay Rakes, Hay Teuderl, Wisner Seed Drill, the Bain Wagon, The Guelph Bell Organ,Raymontl Sew1115 Machine, General Purpoto flows, Sulky Plows, three kinds of Snufflers, Horse Powers, Grain Grinders, Mow- er Knife Grinders, Harristonle g Mill, 1 second hand Buggy, enin hand Wagon and other implements too numerous to mention. We would just say that our Binder is considered by competent Judges to be the Best in the Market, being simple in construction and eas- ily worked by one span of horses. 1 Farmers will do well to Give Ifo a Call before investing elsewhere. G -EO_ LOVE. nEossELs. UNT. of Tr t°nmy hands for InvestmeFunds have est beennt in AT 7 PER CENT. Borrowers own have their loans complete 1' three data if title is satisfactory. Apply to E. E. WADE. ifrot imas. Yon wpn't go?' ' . " Call him. that first tame 'if you will Yijlave no deeire,tp eater hor, ariat - 1 like ft," says 1lfisfi Ponsonby eagerly eraii�;oir0le. lean actually—so poor is All hex 11411111 ur hit§ vAnishr d;, and a Ht}ri civ ehitiit—manage te'lfpo'eutside it." ST;LVES. NOW IN STOCK The Famous ROYAL PARLOR COAL, The Famous ROYAL WITH OVEN, The UNIVERSAL COAL STOVE, Cook Stoves, Parlor Stoves, Box, Stoves. Stove Stands, Stove Piping. swr�l,. TIN 'WARE. STOVE COAL. At Coal House or delivered sat re, quiretl.' Call or send your orders. B GEItRTI BRUSSELS WOOLEN 'MILLS. I beg to inform the farming com- munity that I am now prepared to take In Carding,SSinaiirtg, And Weaving, at my New Brick Woolen Mill, and promise to give Satisfaction to those favoring us with their trade. I have on hand and will peep constantly in stock a full as- sortment of CLOW. Tweeds, 11,141111018. Dragget8, Itlallkel9, Yarns, Knitted Gouda, Wenn 810050, cotton skirtings, Q'rey Cottons, &c. Also Fine Canadian Tweeds, PANTINGS & SERGES for Suits which we will get made up on short notice and a ;cod Sit Warranted every time. Highest Market Price PAID ]?0F, BUTTER. EGGS, ac, GIVE ME A CALL at my • Yew Mills before going elsewhere. Geo. Howe.