The Brussels Post, 1885-12-4, Page 22
DICK'S SWEETHEART.
THE BRUSSELS POST.
Dao. 4> 18814
y the Author of "MILnnen T8>aviitine,"
"LOTS, LOOP IiE1inEBroltn," "PsrLLis,"
'^ MOLLY BAw i," tree.
"1-10 Lot lour wits wanner I'• eayl
Miss Lorne. " And, if you won't come
with me to the first turn, why, good-bye
then Until tonight."
" Oh, I'm coming," cries Bouverie—
" to the hall door, if I may 1 There is
no false pride about me. And about to.
night? You will not bo later than ten
You will give me the first dance 2'
"If you are in time for ib."
" Don't comfort yourself with the
thought that I cha'n't be. If, on your
arrival, you hear of any burglar being
secured in the coal -cellar for prowling
about the premises during the earlier
part of the evening, remember, it is I,
being ' in time. "
"You gia'n't stavithere long after my
arrival," says Mins Lorne fondly. " With
my own hands 1 shall release you, be
there a thousand Drummonds in the
way; ' She slips her hand through his
arm, and squeezes it confidentially,
" 1)o yon ever think, Dick, how strange
a thing it would have been if we had
never met end loved ?"
" A tetriblu thing 1"
" Should we bar a met and loved some
other people—odious people !—or should
WO have gene to our graves unwed?"
" Unwed,' says Dick, with conviction.
" How one event changes one's whole
life 1 I suppose, it luy uncle had not
fallen uv.,r that precipice somewhere in
Switzerland, you and I would now have
been as apart as though two different
spheres held us."
" He was killed ?" asks Dolores, with
some awed interest
" Yes. We were poor people at the
time it occurred. tent his death made
such a tretnendous ,iiti'ereuce—gave my
father the title, property and all 1 I re•
member my uncle slightly—a quiet man
like my father, very timid, very silent,
and in great awe of my granduncle,
from whom the money came, as well as
the title."
"Why was he afraid of him?" asks
Dolores, some vague contempt in her
tone.
Because the property was not en-
tailed all through—and an empty title
is a barren honour. However, the old
man died shortly after the accident that
killed eay nude, and left all to my
father. I think at the time it happened
I was sorry about thab accident; brit I
am not sorry now. If it had not oc-
curred, you and I—how impossible it
sounds 1—would be strangers to each
other."
Poor man I It was end, though 1"
says Dolores, with a sigh. " Now here
is our bonudary-lino," she adds, stand.
ing at the mires of the avenue and hold -
big out to hint a dismissing hand. "Not
a word—not an entreaty I Your doom
is sealed 1"
Well, you needn't stand so far away
from me,' says Dick, aggrieved. " There
isn't anybody looking, and therefore no.
body can see. Saygood•bye to me in a
more dutiful way than that."
" Yeti are sure—sure "—glancing retied
nervously—" that there is no— Oh,
Dick—there! Indeed you should he
more cautious! And— Good-bye
again 1"
There are Revere' " again," and
then she runs away from him down the
long avenue, anis is soon hidden from
him by the jealous laurestines-
entarn,eney ontor le presume), enrongu
its Ivied gateway and thug themselves,
With a glad 4911813 of youth and freedom,,
upon a mosey'peen{ beneath an gnarled
old apple -tree;
" How cool it is here—how quiet—no
poise 1" Bays Audrey, clasping her arms
behind her Bead and gazing upward at
the liquid blue of the evening sky.
" No boys t" returns Dolores, laugh-
ing " " It moans quit the sarne thing."
" Sometimes—just at Beat, when I
knew you—I used t thiuk, whenever
yon spoke of the boys, that yon meaut
your brothers."
" No; my niobium spared me thab in.
ilictiou at least—
• may' Ie au everiateng clellglle to per.
I can fancy how openly glad she was
when that poor man fell over that olili,
or whatever it was, I remember him
myself but very slightly -1 was only n
oblld then, a more bah'—au aimless,
helpless sort of moo nuc like Sir
George, and very g
think for the ono week I knew him I
lived on lollipops. Papa always speaks
very kindly of him ; but then he speaks
kindly of his sister Lady Bouverie too ;
so that Inc word doesn't go for much.
Yeti don't wish you to thiuk that," she
sage, smiling, " because I would have
you believe that the pretty thiugs he
says of you he really does mean, and
that ho likes you more than most.'
"It is only fair that ho should like his
daughter's friend," replies Dolores,
feeling strongly attracted to her because
of this great luve for her father which
is betraying itself iu every word and
glance.
"There is one thing that giros me
deep pleasure—one thought rather,"
goes on Audrey, turning her fano slowly
until her eyes rests oie Dolores. "If
yon should chance to marry Dick, dad
will be your uncle."
" Aucl you my cousin." Dolores,
colouring warmly, bolds anther fraud to
her ; and then all at once a grim little
loo!( of comic display deeolates line fare.
"And Lady Bouverie ens mother-in-
law I" she adds slowly.
" It does take the gilt off—doesn't
iter says Audrey, lamming. Then,
after Li iuomeut's silence—" 'how happy
come o'er other some can bo 1' I wonder
it 1)ial( knows how lucky he is? It will
be the happiest thing for him 1"
" \e'hy should it not be the happiest
thine for me ton ?" asks Dolores gently.
IVo have not spoken of our engage-
ment yet to any one, except to auntie,
and now to pen ; but of course all the
world line seen how it is with ns. And
C am glad they have seen"—with a little
snddeu gnickcnmg of the breath and a
sudiisu paling of her lovely face. "Why
ho11111cuo cool: to hide one's joy? Yet
autually to veal: of it, to put it all into
w0019, that 1e (1i11iCnnlb."
" AIy auub—dons elle Know ?"
"Not yet. I told Welt to keep it a
;eoret from his mother for yet a little
while; but I suppose she has made a
good guess at it. She—she has been
very—one doesn't know what to call it,"
nays Dolores, laughing—" very affee.
Giouate to lee of late. At least that is
what I am sure she has meant to me."
" Very I" says Audrey drily.
" If I were to become a Cinderella to-
morrow, I wonder how it would be with
iter then?"
" You would be ' Mies Lorne' then,
not her' pretty Dolores;' and, when she
met you, it is amazing what an an -went
)f eye•glase she would require to be able
to see you, and her tone, when she
toped. you were quite well, would bo
"Ihn alI the dnagh tors of ton• lather's house
And all the brothers tun,'
I suppose I slionld speak ofthemes' the
pupils,'; but somehow 'the boys 'comes
more naturally: What a torment they
are --what a grinding horror I And yet'
—with BnmereliOrBu^-"' itis 11181111010 t'0
be so hard on thele. Sometimes—even
to them—I confuse I am grateful to
them. They meaty sn lunch to 08 in
many ways. Where would dad ho with.
out his books, for inetenee ? The fact
is, clad and I are carnivorous animals,
and live on the boys. '
" Still youug boys I dare iayaro--"
"Young I" For au inetaut Bliss Pon.
sonby glances at her ; and then elle
laughs faintly, " They eren'b always
so very youug," she says. " i would
they were ; they womd ne jest half the
trouble then. It is big boys that worry.
We have them at seventeen, twenty,
twentyoue, and so on. Once we hast
one at twenty.seven. Ile was the dell -
est boy of the lot—so dull iudeed that I
don't think he will ever be auytliine
else. Perpetual youth is Ins lovelypor-
tion."
" What became of hint ?" asks Do-
lores,who has been secretly wouderiug
if she moans Sir Mickey, but is at !set
comforted by the reflection that cer-
tainly twenty-seven summers have not
passed over that gentleman's flaxen
heart.
, We kept him only four months, as,
beyond laying his exceedingly largo
hand and small fortuue at my feet every
seeoud day and eating unlimited jam.
tarts, he did literally nothing."
ixow tiresome r•
"It wasn't—not exactly. He did
both things ao thoroughly, and els>tye
at full length under the big acacia, that lie
ceased to trouble us after a bit. 1 al-
most missed him and his proposals when
he went. Perhaps I missed the tarts
even more 1 He was most generous in
his distribution of them."
" Do all the boys propose to you ?"
asks Dolores; who is much " fetched "
by this idea, and is regarding floss Pon.
sonby with an irrepressible smile.
"Pretty nearly," says Audrey, with
imperturbable gravity; then, all iu one
moment, she gives way to a merry
burst of laughter very unusual to her.
"You see, dad has the reputation of be.
ing so clever, and indeed, is so clover,"
she says, with loving pride, " that they
send him all the forlorn cases as a last
resource; and sometimes he doss man.
ago to push them through in spite of
Dame Nature. But why they mast all
arrange to believe themselves in love
with me is the amusing part of it."
"It sounds amusing certainly. Just
fancy a youthful regiment on its knees
to one all day long 1"
" Sometimes it is unpleasant," con-
fesses Audrey, with a change of feature
—" sometimes'—looking earnestly at
Dolores and speaking in 0 low tono—
"they weep, and that's hateful I I' re
known them to get so damp and so limp
that, after indignantly refusing them, I
have had to support them back to the
house ; and then, when they used to sit
through dinner wibhuub eating a morsel
and w,th their eyes and noses as red as
fire, dad used to ask me what it all
meant; and, when he found out, he
would he very angry, and want to send
the luckless boy away; and of course
that was awkward you know, es—as—
well, of course you understand "—a lit•
tleimpatiently—" that the money the
boy paid was of great importance to us."
" Of course," says Dolores, with the
simplest, most business-hlce tone in the
world. It soothes the other and drives
the little frown from her brow.
"Whatever you do," she goes on,
smiling again at Dolores, " don't encou•
rage a lover who looks even inclined to
cry ; it will embitter your life. But I
forget; my advice is not wanted here.
I don't believe Dick could cry even if he
tried."
"Yon should know, being his cousin,"
says Dolores, colouring sweetly at the
msntiou of his name, as she always door,
but looking in no wise embarrassed.
4' Bub what en irrelevant remark of
yonrs 1 What's Hecuba to me or2 to He-
cuba ?"
"You alone can answer thatgnestiole."
Audrey is silent for an ineignificant time,
and thea, reverting to her first topic,
"There is one thing redeeming," she
says, " about the boys—they all love
dad 1 Even when they go away they
don't forgot him. But that"--wibli a
swift brightening of her rather cold and
haughty fade—" is not to be wondered
at."
" No," returns Dolores, with a subtle
touch of sympathy—" I have seen him."
" Does it over occur to you," exclaims
Audrey, growing suddenly animated,
"how he can bo Lady Bouverie's
brother? What faintest connecting
link is there between them ? She so
insolent, so overheating, he so tender,
so—" Hee voice fails, and a beanti•
fel dreamy expression comes into her
eyes.
" Your cousin :Oleic was belling me to.
day of how Lady Bouverie once was
grate poor," says Dolores.
" Yes; I expect tine sudden unexpect-
ed ries to a title and a decent renb.roll
was to nnlol> for her, She hasn't re -
coveted from it vet, von see. That word
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CHAPTER XIII.
Dolores had barely time, after parting
with 1)iek, to throw olf her hat, mance
bereelf a degree prettier than she was
even a momenb sin::e, and enter the li-
brary by the tipper door, when n ser-
vant opening the lower one, Denounces
Miss Ponsonby.
" Pm so glad I was home in
time 1" Bays Dolores ingenuously, run-
ning to her and kissing her warmly.
Between the little heiress who hat:uever
known a grief or felt a cynical thought
and the cold self-contained girl always
so bitterly resentful of the poverty to
which she was horn le strange friendship
Inas arisen. " I was so afraid I should
be late :.i have only just come in my-
self. Take off your hat."
" You were walking?"
" Yes, with— 1 es." She blushes
faintly, and busies herself drawing for-
ward a low lounging chair fur her visi-
tor's comfort.
" With Dick," says Audrey calmly.
" Well be is more forbuuatc than
meet,'
" 'Because I walked with him ?"
loughs Dolores lightly, raising her brows.
' That too. Itut I wins not thinkiug
so much Of this hour's grace accorded
him as of the feet that probably you
will let ]titin walk through life beside
you. Now that is a speech that re-
quires no answer. If I am right, so
much the better for him. If I ani wrong,
wily, then I cats almost find it in my
heart to pity him, though his race are
not altogether dear to me I What a per.
feet riay it has been 1 What an evening
it is!"
"Why should we waste it indoors?"
says Dolores gaily. " The orchard is a
happier hnuting•gronnd than this can
be. There may be some strawberries
still left, and I'll tell them to send u8
out some extra cream for them with our
tea; but perhaps"—With a hesitating
glance at the cool room s110 has spoken
of abandoning.
" No," 'answers Audrey; " you need
not be afraid of that. What room—even
the loveliest—can bear comparison with
the summer air? ' Sbono walls,' so far
as I am concerned, always ' a prison
make.' "
" Auntie has gone to the town ; so we
shall be all alone," says Dolores,
Slowly sauntering towards the or -
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hurried but frozen adieu wonlu brink
you t death's door; and beieidee ---"
" The picture is complete I" iuternlpt'
Dolores, laughing. " Your style is de
cidedly graphic. Let us rejoice nn the
fact that I shall never be called mem le
enact the rote of a modern Ciudc1slle.
Oh, by.ths-bye, Audrey, I am so eery)
you will not let us call for you tri-mte,t.
But you were right yesterday.. le yo,1e
plaoe, I should have rejected sirs
Drummond's invitation just MB you dew-
" Every one detests me so," says Al ist
Ponsouby, frowning and plucking a tient)
to pieces. "Yet what have I dour. re
any of them?"
You aro so mutt prettier than the)
are I"
" Yet so are you ; and they all Tee
fess—nay, they all do like you. Ther,
must be something morally wrong W> or
isme; unknownyettt me ? change n Perhaps I elm, to
bo more meek, perhaps I should hs...
accepted Mrs. Drummond's words iu :.
different spirit, though they were t),"
ken at the eleventh hour, and only lie
cause tlio Duchess thought me worth :.
word or two and an invitation to ter
Oastle."
" Mrs. Drummond made a mistake; 3
think you were right in showing it t•,
her," replies Dolores quietly. "IS So
Chicksy going?"
"About him I have been more wor-
ried than I can tell you. He declares
nothing -will induce him to go; ami,
absurd ne he looks, he is really vet)
difficult to manage iu smell affairs u.
this hind,"
" His not going will look rather
marked."
"That is what I told him; but he
seems to think that reason for his going
only an metre, inducement to etuy tit
home." Miss Ponsonby laughs a 0)0,4
joyless laugh, and gives the soft frill
round her nock a violate little pull.
"lie fs voty much in love with yea,"
says Dolores gravely; " and sometimes
I (lo not undereband whether that
pleases or annoys you. He is a kindly
young man, I know—lie—lie has many
"Don't say good polities I" inter-
rupts Audrey calmly. " That would be
the finishing stroke to whatever ehauuu
lie r11>4y have."
"t Chancel Toll me"—looking earnest-
ly at her—" do you mean to marry him'l"
"Well, why should not? Re is an
oxeellentp"u'td," says Audrey defiantly;
and he has no father, or mother, ur
sister, or brother to cousnit, or to be
furious with hint for marrying a girl
without a penny. About family there
is no question," she says, with a proud
gesture—" on either side."
" Yon think of marrying him then ?"
interrogates Dolores, a little carefully
suppressed surprise, a little well-bred
regret, in her tone. She binsl>es up to
her very brow as she asps the question,
and looks abasttod at her own temerity.
When, a moment siuue, she had asked
the 5(4200 question in ditiorcet words.
elle had expected 11111 answer to be a
straighbfortvard " Not" and had woo
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