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The Brussels Post, 1885-11-6, Page 22 THE BAUSBELS POST. Nov, 0, 1S95, DICK'S SWEETHEART, By the Author of "linemen Tueve\1Ox," Loos, Leai, 1lIiIRL"al'Oltlt," "Pnxaits," " Maize IlAviq," ETC. 1(newmg wnee eo uo, ant reels time the arms that oncircle her aro trembling. Then very gently he places Ler upon the ground, still supportiugher strongly so that her injured loot may come to no harm, and looks at her with anguish in his kindly oyes. " 011, Dolores, what is this ?" he says, with deep agitation. " Ain I indeed so distasteful to you ? There—see—I have placed you on the ground again, and will help you as unobtrusively as I can until I get you home. Think of We as though I were ouly a stick or a stone— either of which," says Mr. Bouverie, with a sudden burst of misery, " I wish with all my soul I were, as then feeling world be dead within me I Why must my love bring Ire only unhappiness? 011, dear, dear heart, take pity on me and try at toast not to Irate me 1" His voice dies away from him, and be waits iu a sort of nervous dread for the answer that may come. It is long iu coming, and the silence that follows upon his words grows more oppressive every moment. The birds are hushed as if of one accord, their songs no longer sanctify the air, the soft gurgling of the river grows every moment faiuter, lower ; as it passes mellrufully by to the great ocean, it seetus to him to murmur hopelessly, " Dolores, Dolores !" By an effort he rouses himself from the pain. ful apathy into which ho is falling. " It is cruel to torment you so," no says wearily. "If you trust hate me, why, you must!" There is a touch of Oriental resigna- tion about this last remark ; a,t t iu,leed Ile has resigusd himself to Ilia worst ; bub Dolores breaks the spell. " Ah, it is just that," she says sad- donly, with a quick sox,—" I cannot bear you to think it It isn't true. Hate you? Oh, no, no!" " If nob tbat," says Bouverio, in a trange tone, " what ?" There is a lengthy pause, then— " 0h, Dick," she murmurs, in an agonised tone, " don't you think you could guess it ? I couldn't say it; but —but—" "Is it that you lore me 3" s t es Bouverie. Even to 111111801E his voice sounds changed; be tries to pub her back from him that 110 lnay see her face, but she resists him and hides is away from him upon his breast. " Darling," whiskers he, in a low im- pressive terse, " is it my wife 1 hold 3" There is a moment's cruellest ,.us• pones, and then two soft arms steal around his neck, and a little velvet cheek is laid against bis—a delicate flashed cheek, all warm and wet with tears. " Oh, Dick 1" sighs she. " Oh, dear— dear Dick I" Itis enough I Upon the spot louverie's doubts desert him, and a certainty full of blessedness takes him into its keep- ing. How changed is all the world! Overhead once more the birds have burst into a joyful p1:an, the river, erstwhile (numb, 1811058 1o0,t:y chanting a psalm frill of marvel!. ,as dc,i} hen. trot heaven itself could ;;rant bin, a 11ai,pi• nc.s hors complebe than sliu has con- veyed to him in her fond faltering words. llut we mnstu't forgot your fon'," he says presently. " Dees it Lurt tuuuh NNW P' "It is better, ever so much better ; I really hardly feel it now. Isn't that odd e" says Dolores, opening her eyes m a bewirrr ing fashion. There isn't Leif the pain in it that there was before" —with a sweet little blush—" before we weal—frieueis." " Lavers," said Dick. "Yes, lovers," aalluit) she, with un- mistakable delight. " 1)o you 1(uo s', I tli t,,, whim 011) is miserable in m1111, nue terns nun's body more ? 1 b:.uoy .1 am almost well now; see 1" She places her foot bravely ou tho ground, and t.tl:es a step fOrwar.t with quite au und,iiubo,t front. ID is only ane step, and it 1,cnros „ur when co:u- pls:ed s1nlewll.b i111416 .l, and with 16 t,uy wrinkle on her brow. "• Ali, it does ttAte Still I" she s•tys, with deep disappointment. "You are nut so good a r.,.,;, or after all; it hurtle like lire. 1 thin,, p •chaps, if I had my slam off— Eh ?" " Coale down to the river, and lot 100 bathe it for you," proposes Dick. " When itis enu.er, it will reel Letter ; u1.1 I dare say 1.,e shoe is pinching it 160,8." "It must be thou 'manse the foot is swelled," says .hiss Lorue, glauoiug at her perfect feet and her Parisian shoes, with their \voudortul heels, with et gory pardonable pride, " because I ( .11 01; you"—with extreme oaruustuees --e these shoes are quite too largo for mc; 1 can deplete them without a shoo. born 1" " Of conrs0 you 08;5x; they aro die. gracefully loose," rowans Diok, who is fast devol"piug into an unimpeachable courtier. And whab little shoos they aro! Why, they would be too email for a baby!" They are small, aren't they 2" sho says, with a buret of irrepressible pleasure. :Chen she Tooke ashamed o1 herself and lowers her head. " Auntie says my mother had little feet," she 111111 11 115 8 shyly, almosb apologetically. There is sou,ething wmldorfully lovable about the feint touches of diffidence that betray thernsolvas in her now and then. "Titikiug of 'Miss Dlaburin," says Dick, "what will elle say to me as a nephew—eh ?" All that is good," deolaro8 Dolores, with settled tiollvicbiou. " Slio" — staivcly—" sho will be delighted with you, It was only lasD timing dist see Was running you up to the very skies, and calling you all sorts of pretty name8." " And you—how (lid you answer 1101 3" " Ah 1" murmurs she, with a little cotluetbish grimace. "You must re• member that last ne l rote( you. No name X could have u. •.i would have boon bad enough for , but help mo down to tho river NOW, au,. sou what can bo done for lite. Let us try the cold -water cure before we throw ourselves on aiutiu'e mercies Alia frighten her to death." The river is bat six or seven yards away from therm. Having been care, fully carried to it, Miss Lorne seats her. self upon .the bank, and, desiring, her companion to turn away his head, two. coeds to divest herself of shoe and stocking. It hurts her more than she imagines 1t would do, and at the close of the operation she says—" Are !" with a Bible sigh of relief. This vague remark brims him to her side again in 1.10 time, Pilling his hat with water, he proceeds to bathe the pretty naked foot with all tho gentle- ness of a woman. " Is it easier now ?" he asks presently. "The fierce heat has gone out of it. Yes, it is a great deal easier. Watch my shoe, or ib will fall into the river I" He rescues it from its impending grave, and then turns it over and over iu his hands admiringly. " What high heels!" he says laugh- ingly. " They must add quite two cubits to your stature. Why, if they were taken off, you would be nowhere 1" ]3e says all this most lovingly ; but at his words her face clouds. She sighs faintly, and plays with the ribbons on her gown. "llick," she says at last nervously, " would you love mo butter if I were taller ? It isn't a good thing to be so very small, is it? Perhaps you like great --that is—what they callfine' women—do you ?" She pauses, and leans towards him, very sleep anxiety in her lustrous eyes. "May Heaven defend me from all such 1" says Dick piously. " If there is cue thing on earth I loathe, it is a fleshy woman I" " Ah, so do I 1" lanais she delighted- ly, slipping her arm once more roundels neck. "You can't think what a relief it is to me to know that you agree with me on that point. Poor big women"— with growing pity—" they are always in the way, aren't they ? And muslins and cambrics are so impossible to them. It is very sad for them, I think, because, after all, they can't help growing, you know, can they ?" "I'm very much obliged to you for helping it, at all events," says Bouverie, " though, when you come to think of it, we are only talking the most excessive nonsense. Were you taller than the most gigantic Amazon ever grown, with that angel -face of yours, I should still adore you, and hold you in my heart higher than all the world." There is a passion in his manner that sobduss hor and pales her pretty 0Leeke. " Do. lores," he goes on quickly some of the old fear waking in him, " are you sure you have no misgiving—none? No un- certainty in your heart about your love for me? Think—in pity to us both, my beloved—think of this DOW whilst yet there is time. Time I" lie rises to his feet, and puts her back from him. "Al. ready there is no time," he says. " My very soul is yours from this day forth, to ruin or to save 1" "Ah!" whispers she softly, great tears springing to her eyes. "If you could only Know how I felt yesterday, when I believed you—you did nob care for me, you would let no such cruel doubts rise within you! Come hook to me, Dick 1 Do not stand over there as if you hated me. Come "—holding out her arms—" coma at once 1 Yon know" —with a reproachful glance at hor foot —" 1011111601 go to you I" " It seems all too good to believe," says Dick, lifting her slender hand and kissing the fingers one by one. "Sweet- heart, whose happiness is as great as mine?" At this the smile returns to her lips ; but still there is a faint regret within her oyes. She bonds towards him. " Was I very bad to you a while ago?" she whispers. "Vas I very cross to you, my poor boy? What did I say then? What cruel words did I use? Scold me for them. And yet, no—my punishment lay in the uttering of them I They vexed me even more than they vexed you. Dick, you did mean it then, aft011 all?" \\that, darling 2" " Whabyou said to me the night of your mother's ball, just as I was leaving —about—" She pauses, and turns a button of his coat Lound and round be. bweon her fingers, in a nervous, oonfnsod fashion. About what, then 2" He remembers perfectly, but cannot resist the longing to hoar what she will say. " About holding me in your heart," sho whispers, so low that he has to stoop to hear her. Yet she rWises hor bead as sho says it, and smiles tremulously, though he can see that tears staled thick within her eyes. " You did mean it ?" " 011, that I couldtellyoualt I mean 1" exclaims he, with passionate fondness. " Dolores, why are there tears in your eyes ?" " Because of my joy," murmurs she sweetly. Then she puts her hand upon his chest and looks at him curiouslyi Are you glad 2" sho asks. " G -lad 1" say Dick. " Ah, so am X I Yesterday I was so afraid I had lost you for ever, and now to -day you are mum; an hour ago, and all things -looked so dull, so colourless, that it, seemed to mo"—dreamily—" as if it wasn't inucli 1150 to be alive I But now"—with a quick chance of colour retalant 142110—" all 'pat Ie 86 hu end, 1E01(1 Shall I toll auntie all ,.bent —about you Andrea 2" "Of course," says Diok with anima• tion—" the sooner the better. All the world should be told, and ab epee. The moment I reach home 1 shall tell my mother." Dolores shrinks from ]nim. "Oh, no—not yet --not quite yet!" she says, growing very pale. " Do not toll your mother yet I" Bub why nob, lay dearest? How you change colour ! Surely you are not afraid of my mother 3" e No, not"—hastily; then, with a sad3su shamefaced trutllluiu0ss and an adorable downward motion of the head —e It is true, though ; I am afraid of her," Bub, darling, how absurd 1 Why, she will bo very proud hien she finds what a sweet daugllbor-in•law I ant go. rug to give her I" " Oh, it isn't that 1" says Dolores, with a sudden faint flush and it touch of dignity that sits very charmingly upon bor and endears her to him the more, "X do not dream that she will object to me ; but there is something about her I oanuot explain it; but"—she pauses, and a little curious light conies into her egos—" I am sure she will do 1610 harm yet !" she says slowly. " She will be the one to destroy my happiness —bo--" Again sbe pauses. She has grown deadly white, and 11058 she raises neo hand to her head in a terrified fash- ion -11m pupils of her large eyes have dilated nervously. " Dolores, what are you saying ?" ex. claims Bouverie, shocked by her expres- sion. Taking down her uplifted hand, he holds 11 ulosely in his owu, His touch seems t0 south her. -r," sighs painfully, anti then all at once (:.e frightened look vaui,ibos, and a smile, sweet, but lan- guid, returns to her lips. " I have been talking nonsense," she says, with an attempt at lightness. " lint still, do you know"—looking at him with a pathetic meaning—" I feel very heavy at heart. Do not toll your mother, Dick, fur my sake I Wi11 not 0115 love be all the sweeter if but known to us two alone 2" She creeps closer to him, and lays her cheek coaxingly in a childish fashion against his. " Let our secret be a secret ler a little while Only auntie need know—and, after all, auntie is one with us." It shall be all exactly as you wish," says Dick, caressing her. ' But lay father ? He at least might know. fie will not betray us ; and he is very dear to me. Do not forbid him to be a sharer in my joy." " Our joy 1" she says tenderly. " Yes, tell him. But do not let your mother know for a while." "We'll make it an elopement case, if you like. and then she need never know of uar engagement at least," returns Bouverie, laughing. His change of manner seems to roas BUM her and rouse her from her vague fears. ' You grow frivolous 1" she says aus- terely. ' It is time, evidently, to thine of home," " But how is your foot now ?"--" Bad. 1y better this time." " Well, let me bathe it once more, and then we will think of rising up audgoing on our way." Again his hat, now in a limp and wretched state, is plunged into the flow. ing river. Again her little foot is ten, dorly bathed by the most loving hallos iu tho world. When ho has dried it with bis pocket.handkerchief, very care• frilly, lest he should hurt it, ho stoops aid imprints a Kiss upon the snowy arch of the instep. " Darling foot! My own foot 1" he whispers to it very low. Doss Lorne draws it away from him with a pretty pretence at petulance. " If you love my foot more than use, I shall bo jealous of it and lead it a bail life," she says; with a soft blush. " But" —starting anxiously—e we really must go now 1 I think"—with some eml,ar• rassment—" if you were to go and sit just over there, on that big sbone—see it ?—with your bank to me, I could plan• age to get on my—my—shoe agaiu I" " (ret on your stocking," says Dir. Bouverie, who scorns subterfuge; " bot never mind the shoo—it will only hurt you." " Co and sit where I tell you 1" orders Miss Lorne, with sudden dignity, very properly taking no notice of his advice, " And he sure you don't turn your Head until 1 give you leave." She manages to get on the shoe in spite of ]nim, bub the walk home is a slow 000, tied rather painful. However, sho will not allow him to come with leer farther than the wicket•gate tliab loads to the shrubberies and thence to the house. "Why can't I come on with you now and tell Mise Maturin all about it?" asks Dick, who oaunob bear to picture her limping all alone to the house. tie liners hopefully, hanging on to the tot bar of the gate, as though loath to les her go. No; it will be a little shook to bor, and I would rather tell bor myself. But don't bo afraid of that"—sweetly—" I Know she will be pleased; only—l. have been her baby, yon Boo, for so long that she will hate to—to divide me with an. other. Do you know, Dick"—turning to him bhoughtfuliyinthetalm twilight, and upraising her lucent eyes to 1110—" 1 was going to say to part with me; but you would never try t0 part auntie and mo, would yon?" •. "I would not indeed," Bays Dick very earnestly. "Good•byo now until toanorrow." She stands on tip -los and slips her arms round his wool(, holds up her face to his 'without a suave:ion of ,,,easier lunar, and kisses him with all the pas. shamed warmth of a loving child. 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