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Dish, 18, 1895.
" This nue wpltl(1 not nave neen'au eu.
DICK'S SWEETHEART, lay}dent, iJpnagle ynursolf With that
By rho Author of " Dfn,nsam Tsuvnse 4,, g Y
' hors, Lol[t, liannesro[tn," "I'nra.tte,,, impromptu 'supper•table—„ (lid not find
" Maf.l r llswN, ' elec. 1 it 00."
" But eey break in upon your motto•
touyshoulcl count,"
" Tut l" says she, shrugging her
shoulders with the ,vehement half•fo•
reign gesture she lute iuttoritedfrom her
mother; " Monotony is a thing for
thought. Even ,ou "—with an ors.
siva eI* ore and a smiling glance 4 the
alt for you; 1ltere wont(t lie too wag,
1'rn sorry oply for Oile thing," says i4lr,
Vyner tbonghtiully--" aud 1 must sat
it was amiss et me ; why ou earth aide's
I. thinlcolsecreting a bottle Qf her obese- which we must all prepare purselvos.
payee about my portly pomp before I
(quitting her ancestral bolder]. ?" '•' Ws dance like fairies in a rine, and
A little shade falls on Audrey. our whew hfo is tett a et suseuua taatolu.iy'
" Alt I" she says. "You son yet
should have staid thane; Sou would And now to ight," She holds ant
have had ago much better super." A her hand to him.
1' "Como with int: at least as far as rho
vivid fixed crimson springs into her dame," entreats ito.
Cheeks, an expression thntivaybe terra.Tltrowiing wide the door when they
ad shy creeps Into her downcast face. Camp to 1t, they lot iu a flood of tenor
Itis not so easy, iu spite at rtron9 re• light t.u444 bri,;ilteus up the sombre had
solution, to forget that terrible bugbear,
and lies in a silver pathway across th1
the want of money.
" You don't often make silly speeches;"
remarks Mr. Vyner calmly, after a long
minute's silence spent iu contain/An,
Lieu of the wonderfully new and pmts)'
dittidence upon the face oluweite ; " but
lust now you have mans ;lei it. Let me ; „ luminous clouds crossing the hori-
aasllre you that the 8011(04 is not known - .10riter' it momentarily, otherwise
upon earth that would 44211112 1110 froth. I . -, tr.,utinif expanse of heaven in undis•
the one now before me," t q,
Sho makes hint no answer ; aud again ,. i auppase I shall sen you to -morrow
he loses himself in a lengthened shady 1 , tl about these teh4arsals ""
gavel. Thr entre have. coma out even
more bri!.1,ntly .0 the (clear sky, and
e"ia V. 11.1 121048 1111011 Audrey's 'h(u1' .
sue steps into the pale ponce thing
sleeping roses, whose perfume
,.,.,t It sweet the passing hour, A few
ea
u M1 pa00 nat404erl" protests aIle,
recovering her spirit's and laughing gaily.
"And now- tell me what brought you up
here , in the morning, oh, so early' ?
"Iltardly know, I felt restless, un-
settled, and as though 'i meet see you
ono() again. I thought a docout visiting
wonlcl.,nover arrive, that I might Start
for Greylands. Oh, for the tine," says
Bouverie, drawing her hand within hie
arm as they walked along together
through the scented rows of roses and
giving it a loving squeeze out of the ful-
ness of hie heart, " when I need nob
dome visiting you at all—when the ling.
est jottruoy from toe to you will be from
the stables or the library to your bou-
doir 1"
"Ah, I often thick of that l" says
Dolores, with snob mudded, awed gouts.
1110 good faith that, r('gardless of cense.
queuc08 and the lung lino of windows,
he stoops and kisses her on the spot.
"flow did you enjoy last night?"
asks she—it is the morning atter Mrs.
Drutmnond's ball.
" Altogether, when dancing with you,
not at all otherwise, The whole affair
was slow, I thought. 1t dragged; ht
wanted something."
"ft weeted Audrey," says Dolores.
"1 missed her more than I Cala tell you."
" Did you? The reef of us missed
Fyner. \\here on earth did he disappear
to' fie never put in an appenreawe
CJF tats e a on until twelve, and (va0 no sooner Couto
of her ex11reseiou. 'le make au analyth• ,\').ter, boldin her hand,
fluor g000. ,firs. Drummond was fu -
('141 C'•:a'oll;ta'i'7n of every char toter that '"i il'lio shall say ?" rotnrus she, _-top. rious about it—at least, so ,ors. 1\'eulys,+
might eo•"e beiwath ,1S t nutlet: lttt.n hew ; lin h.wh reef's Ilial ail l rah/Using i her toil m0—and so was 'lily hWCOt girl
his almost nuronscfoas habit for many t ll ;ire, I'"!'ntnloud's 01011-a1r nano for lr:;
years. And -what u pieta. roe she liar iuget„ danehter.
present:31 him with Lai ti;;:,l, 1,12.44 a ""C"•t,lot•[o,rnee t0000rrn•.vowl to•utar:o::• "DiOk," buys Dolores, giving hint n
hurried list of most or the deeper mum it le a period nowhore bore t 'a Nona,
tions—dignity, gaiety, roprna 2h, augt r 1 C:Woo per. 'mune in the 1. e1's mien u,:"' very gentle little pinch, `' how Aare you
and, after all this Armee sweet eu1• call any one ' sweet ' but me? But what
wee ;lir. Vyner's reason for his etrango
behaviour 1 He came up to 1310 and
spoke to me for a moment, looking very
handsome but very cross, and—"
"Dolores," interrupts Dick, "how
hand. One ray Iran Diana's throne, 11.dn:e ycu call any ouohandsome but mel
Y As to Cynor, I believe he was afraid
more vantnrcud than the rust, Cala ' ,.+.s Drummond would do him the Iron•
into her liquid eyes as they turn s owiy *mar to propose to him."
to where lie still is standing oil them
1 " lin doesn't seam to me to care much
gravel. Are the •u tears in them ? for see one—does he?" says Dolores,
Again she make; ili.e. that mute mai,injz her as`rertiou with all the air of
and then is gout.
barrsement that has 1141ie0 upon 11or,
thio most childish of all the emotions, at the trailing folds of her edit gown.
this girlish shyness, this last phase of At the door, almost as she ie lust ;u the
1101 varied humours has suited her best. enfoldingdarkuese of the lto'o,o ;,: yon,l,
(1'w pretty else looks I How beautifully she loots bauk at him aud W.1vo8 her
•shite are her hands I poly--,
i'sllaw l
•' To return to our first thought," 120
says lightly. " You were wondering
what 111m Drummoud would say if she
till ?rely look ie upon me. I turn theYreti
ti^;lWiese yea, luaaau;q I ask yon
how would it be were Sir Chine; ""
this awful jnneture to look in upon
She moves away from hint. the moon-
light following aud catchiu; amorously
I' 12 Well, what if ha (lid?"—coldly,
" 1 should be afraid to think. Would
ire -you know hint well 1. --would he
murder toe ? Fancy au apparition of
Kir Chicksy standing in yonder doer.
way armed with a claymore—ho is a
scotch Baronet, is lie not?—and with 1t
dangling nightcap upon his sunny head 1
By -the -bye, be wears a nightcap doesn't
lie 1" 130 pauses, and pees at her as if
for information.
" Whet 1" cries Miss Pousonby, consi-
derably takeu aback by his rather sug-
geetivo question; then—" I'm sure 1
don't knew 1" she says indignantly.
" Then, as none of us know, I'tn sham
lutely positive he dons 1" declares SFr.
Vyner, unmoved. " A high one, gener-
ously tasselled 1 I believe it would be a
tassel that would bob over his aristo-
uratic nose -8 most confounding tassel
of abnormal stoutness and unparalleled
leugtb 1 1 feel should go down before
ib -I should go--"
" Clo home ?" suggests Miss ?onson.
CH.A. milt \V.
"Ail Yon, Dick?" says Dolores,
with a little feud ]lush and ai,esture of
glad surprise. She has stopped through
the armoury door that opens upon the
western end of the garden, to find herself
almost in her lovers arms.
The 0011, shining generously llpon all
things, is dancing attendance 10 quite n
poiuted fashion upon the soft orcam•c0' -
loured folds of the Indiau silk in w11ip11
she has encased her daiuty body, thud is
revelling in her sunny locks and iu the.
happy innocent eyes so like forget -uteri
sots. Lace ru ties of un olden day coney,
barely to her elbow ; but loug Suede
gloves of a pale colour lie in pretty wrink-
les upon her rounded arms. Of a hat she
is guiltless, disdaining it iu this glorious
weather; but iter lovely face looks tip at
him from under a areatu•tioted umdrolla
that seems as on aureole round a face so
pure, so (2,.iw, 80 sweet, as to be almost
eahntlhke. -
"Oh, love," says L'anverie to himself,
as he gazes mutely at her e x,ieedn g beau -
by" Olt, not yet ! Do tat make your gen. ty, " what ane 1 that I should have gain-
tle hint more apparent ; 1 have not) et o(1 not only your pnre face, but your heart
half finished thi, paragon anion„, that isoven still more pure But what
chickens. Now tell me why yon would Dick really does Say to Dolores has no -
not go to Mrs. Dru,umoud'sto-night." thing whatever to do with the adoration
" First, becaes, she aid not cbuoso to for her of which his soul is full,
ask Lae until she found the Duchess was "Ion, Diel?" Says she, in her glad
in my favour. But ;din john of this part aurprise.
of guy story lies fu the fact that she ` You have guessed aright,' returns
!night quite es well have given me my he gaily, taking and holding the little
invitation at the proper moment, as X hand she extends so readily. ' But wiry
•1hou1d'mduubtedly at any tbuehave re• this blush, Miss Lorue, and why this
1'229 soil it " stlspici00a confusion, and why this very
one who hopes and expects to be con-
it:eaead
t.
No; Vyner is nota marrying, man,"
assents Dick. }Io is looking the other
way, So does not notice the quick shade of
d:sappointmout that armless the face of
hie litt:o companion at his words.
" Regular old bachelor, I should say 1
I couldn't imagine him writing sonuots
to hie mistress's eyebrow, for example,
or otherwise playing the fool,"
" Then you really think," murmurs
Dolores a little plaintively, " that, if a
man honestly loves a woman, as you say
you love mo, he must necessarily play
the—the fool ?"
" "Now, once for a11,'says Mr.11ouverie
promply," let me lay down the law
for you on this point—our law. You
and I, to begin with, are altogether
different from the rest of the world, If
I choose to crawl in an abject fashion
at your feet, to feel really obliged to you
if you will trample upon .nae, to experi-
ence the most intense inward gratifica-
tion if you ask me to perforin the
smallest service for you—such as
standing on my head, or cutting my throat
or anything of that sort—if, in short, I
feel it a finer thing to be your slave than
any other woman's fling, why, all that
is not folly; it is merely what is fit and
proper between you and mo 1 Brit in
anybody else it wonld be— Well, my
judgment is not always sound, bet I
daresay it might 110 considered a little
weak—brit not in me, remember, because
you are you, and there is no one in all
the world to be compared with yon—
see 1"
"No, I don't see at all P' exclaims his
paragon, with startling decision and a
somewhat grievous note in her voice.
" I hover listen to such folly 1 And you
must know I don't want you to crawl,
Dick, just like a horrid worm, and that
I wouldn't trample upon yon for any-
thiuk you eonld offer 1"
" Well, never mind," says Bonvorie
airily ; " Let ns go ou to the next para.
gt•apb. Did you ever see any one so
In love as Bruno 1"
" With Mrs.s, Rremyss? It is EIS ap-
parent as the (lay 1 And I'm very—"
Shostops short and glances at him from
under alto huge umbrella. "Are you
glad about it ?" she mikes anxiously.
" If she will have him --yes, very 1"m
" Then so aI " says Dolores, with
an adorable smile and an air of doop
relief," And, as to having him, I know
elle wilt I Her eyes! Did you ever watch
her eves when she 18 looking at Bruno
14nd 110 doesn't know it?"
"1 have hotter oyes than hors to
wuteli," says Dielt—" your eyes."
'Then you must be for ever looking
•itt the glass," returns rho, with mock-
reproach—they have seated themselves
epo11 a mossy mound, aud as she speaks
she takes his chin into the hollow of bor
little palm and compels flim to look at
her—" because your eyes are mine now,
and urine rem. ()h, yon conceited boy 1
Out of your OW11111011th I condemn you."
Sho laughs a soft tuneful laugh, in
which 11e 7o1ns. •
" What book 1s,allat in your pookot?"
oaks Dolores, drawing it into 1'nnervi0ly
eS She speaks. " Swmburue? Colne,
'react solttetbin'9 to me 1' You read Well—
and 40111' voice is the sweetest he the
world to ane." .
" 1t—it's not .always easy to got a
thing one likes out or ]tint,' eels Mr.
B0111,0110 with mild confusion.
" Nonson(ie 1 " exalaiuia he slither " Go on I head m0 the first thing your
'roughly, lot pressing her slender formformoyes 'limy 1,;;1(2 2tpou. Do you know I
have never read any of his works,
thongh 1 have road a great deal of
Hint, and know that the praise of him is
unlimited. (30 on 1" She leans back
lively, and clasps her hands behind her
puttiug her little teal hack'rem him., snotty head.
"Rlost chavinlu„- -haw citlli'ghntip! 1t is e Well, bat I' Hardly know what to
t. -4,111V. 18 i, really 051,1 IAN 'd'art of V0111” ' rbnnon " nrntente linnverin vaenely,
(TO BE CiOIQT1N131:D.
.
But lVhy—why ?"—a little imps• fetching array 4 If I am in the way, hf 1
.sourly.
atn to come miler the ilea(1 of ' trnmp-
ery,' say so, said, whilst there is yet time,
let me depart with my broken heart."
"I think 121318 you 901111, --even then,"
'says Miss Lorne, 'residue him a cow
tet 141(00as little ewer. "But ley gown—
do you really like it? I—I—fancied you
Alight 110122 0 (19 tl(i811ftern000 ; aud Lalie"
-"10 little shyly --'sive 1 leek so nine in
it that 1 thought I'd 4,:1uw 1G to you. But
i did'ut dream you would he here so
early.
toe should Have dreamt it then; you
should never dream of auythiu g but mel"
"• Perhaps I did not drean, at all. "
";l paltry way of gottiu1(,out of it! 33e
it known to you, madam, that, according
to some groat thinkers, tl(e brain is noyer
idle; 111.111 so, in your sleeping moments,
dreams of something or some one must
have entered into it 1 "
" But 1 wasn't asleep," Hays Dolores,
drawing tip her twee s. "Now whore
does your argument 90 to --eh ? ,1;012 1
\Villa a goose you are I" All this elle
save with the most open aud flagrant
want of r08puct, auli, having 881(11t, 0110
slips her bawl into his, and rubs lien soft
•" notatt w, 1 email 1104'0
Iled.e.1
,(e 1 w.91 {loin'.' to a Gast,'"
replies mho, with a faint flush. " I might
perhaps have got the money to buy it
new gown, it' 117011 asked dad for it, at
the espouse of his ,uanyiu9 himself hall
a Ilomoo o1' tue,i, Idle trivial thiuge that
go to (220124 his 1,)r sweet. lie would
;rive me every poetry he 410sseese5, he
afield itru;'ably soli some of hie
'(.0390.4sn5sirn)s--him 1)113125—to got
we a -.'w yards of 1111111in 111 which to
pretrud to fol oy myself for an hour or
t -vu. 1,1111, you thud; X shonlil enjoy
t.. „r.
two lien rt, knowing; how they were
p111'22 t? ''het it purgetery they
wn111,1
'1•bey wm11,1 helmet," mays Yynor
soil ly. Ile does her full ,justice in this
in 11.101' at least. Ile understands per.
Wetly Ubu loyalty of the affection that
email lied lie happiness in a pleasnlr:
secured aurin osl,eu80 of one helevet.
"'i u„ boy'( are bottler 0uoogh to iii i.,"
site imam 1111 regretfully. "Why Should
1 it 1,1 to his worries ? At this saw at cheek up aud dowu in kittenish Cashion
Fro Deohoes's 1t will be different, as she eg'tilist his alcove: " whet a eee(a day
Is Lv in.mte.4 upon giving all the (lreasee, it is,. 'x114,1 says, in a little sighing
end we I14re to wear our etagewoetllille8 0hi81101, "Hod how happy I am 1
.mein f the evening. nut yon now sec" A passionate ti ndern0115 floods the
4'(uh a wavering smile -" that1 could young ulna's kap,
not 11,Lv0 9000 to -night, though my very • Really—really' " 1w whispered Lack
heart had howl set upon it." to her. 'Then I eau make yogi happy?"
There is silentio rot as 1(111 minute; 311(012 •' Diel(," says ahe,'(vitll asteldnu ohani )
1Ir, l`yner, pushing back hi17 chair with of 10110-11,18 an11le reties, tvith 14 little
a rather ungovernable !mete, rises to his clinging balf•feightoned gesture she slips,;
font. her Mons ronud 111,11—.1. hope I. out. not,'
"'lhe settles of this world are too eta too happy." She 1iglts ' Wheu peop1(4'•
even ' 11('1 says, in a low voice. "'One aro too happy, what then?!' Sho teen•
haseverything that he wants, and then ales. • '
wants everything 1 And "-and there are
those wl to would atter this i u justice --)rot
flare 11014 I.
12101808 his ey'05 t0 bees with an ef-
fort.
"No, they dare not," returns She very
1lietinetly.
It seams past belief hard tliat;whetl
you have ao few enj0yn(Onte, you 012013141'
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And now let tett lock at, )oh gown"—
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