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The Brussels Post, 1885-12-4, Page 9Dec. 4, 1885. IIU un/amity m pruponrilllllg W, 0ct now, OH the 1000ense truth dawns upon her that in reality Audrey limy bring herself to wed Sir Chicicsy, she feels strango+Lowartls her, anti a little upset se to her former caleuletioue. She hesitates; but, ns no ripply comes 1'rool Audrey, something within ho1'--•sumo• thing pure and true—co 1pein her lit e 1 hazards to conquer cuwurulso, or feu1 of giving 4011130. liaising her lowered epee, she says iwl,uisiveiy, "lie is not good enough fur you." "I wonder if 1 am good though for Min, or any other man ?" returns Au- drey, with quick bitterness, " leo you think I care whether he be good or bac? ? 1 toll you"—loaning towards her, and pushing her dark hair in an itapatient wanner from her luruuead—" 1 only oared to know whether his rent•roll 0418 really what; he said 1t was; that 1 halo ascertained to be the truth, and e0 00 hesitation is left to m0. I am iii114,•eln4 ry ; ? love tuomy; I would, 1. believe, eon my eoil to bo rich and great iu the world's eyes." "?low eau von so delibolately lie about yourself?" says Dolores calmly, though the other's suppressed 0xc114:- meet Iia its influence upon her. " There—you see I have shocked you Good little girls like you," exclaims Au• dray, with a reckless laugh, " who have never known what poverty means, ur the scorn society amasses to pour broad• east upon those who lack this world s goods, ciwuot understand such natures its Mint. Yet it is the very society of which you area member that fon/immesh natures. I think I hate rich people!" She pauses, and then a revulsion of feeling comes to her, and she goes ou again quite calmly. "Yon think Sir Chieksy is not good enough for me ; but you won't tomorrow, when you 1.1W(.111)/1 the knowledge of me that I have g14 un you ; and, besides—besides, he can give dad his books—tho claret? cannot give him—the soul of France—life I" ?ler TOMO fails her ; yet, though she fs as pale as death, and her eyes are heavy with miserable tears, she looks straight at Dolores frowningly, as though for- bidding Itor to offer any sympathy. Bub .Uoloreg 18 not to be forbidden) Audrey has put out her hand as though to bar any approach, yet Dolores creeps up to the antagonistic ]rand, which is iu truth but a very frail barricatde, and slips her arm round Audrey's neck. •• 1 always thought 1 liked you the boat of my many friends here," she whispers softly. ' Now I know it; but, oh, dear, dear Audrey, why need you 71181i0 this sacrifice 2 Other people are rich ; other people love you 1" " Oh, no, no, no I" cries Audrey, paling, and shrinking from her. "There is one," says Dolores, in a quick hurried tone, tightening her olasp —" ono bo whom you are unkind, to whom you show yourself in all your mo.,t unlovable moods. And, as for hiiu—I cannot always understand him indeed; but this I know that you are well beloved by—" With a passionate exclamation, .Miss I'ousoliby, springing to her feet, pushes the girl back from her, and from an ail. Mired distance gazes at her with crimson eheek5 and flashing oyes. "How dare you speak to met" alio mars, in a low panting tope, scarcely a:nldlde. " How dare you tape sash It liberty? There i$ no ono that love. Me ; It is an insult—a—" She tutus away abruptly, and walls in a rapla inconsequent tealuon sown the garden path, increasing the distance between herself and Dolores with all the speed of which she is capable. Her every movement is fall of suppressed agitation, born of passionate fear and a feeling she believes is auger, and a vague -horror of herself. Dolores, striokendumb, stands motion. Ies8 upon the mossy sward, with the boughs of the appie•brees swaying above ]ler bead, and just a glimpse of the eternal blue of heaven beyond. What has she done ? What was it she said ? A pang of terrible self.reproach shoots through her tender heart as she watches the tall haughty figure hurrying away from her towards the garden gate. When she has disappeared through the ivied portals, will she ever return? Dolores, looking pale as a small ghost, clasps her hands together and feels as one might who has just committed a el nrder.of the most cold-blooded descrip- tiuu. She takes a step forward with the intention of overtaking and com- pelling that determined figure to believe her iunooent of studied offence, when all nt Duce Audrey pauses, hesitates, and !malty, turning sharply round, comes back to her. " Forgive me 1" 8110 save abruptly, her Puce very white. " I should not have spo• ken so Wpm. It was rude, and, besides that, absurd. There is no real reason why you should not speak to me of him as well as of Sir Ohickey." No name has been mentioned betweeu them of this second suitor, yet both seem to Understand. "And 1 should have re- membered," continues Miss Pou8ouby, fip ,'Ling oven paler, " how impossible it womkl•li,eloy0u in any case to be the offender." 'loot tears rise now and glisten in hoe " Audrey," says Doirkros, going up to 110r and laying her arms'1scsee,ly round her neck, so that she can lean bit'tclt and study the other's face as she spealte.,. " at least believe this of me, that my liking for you is sincere enough to pre- vent my saying a hurtful,word to yon." "It is, the living of my whole life in' this narrowed place that has spoiled rue," murmurs Audrey, faintly smiling. " 1 grow more morbid, guspicioOS;-hate. ful, if I dare' confess the truth, tut only to you, Dolores, will 1 do that. ;lest now you were Speaking of Anthony Vyner, wore you not ?" " Yves. • What fault do yds find in him that ydu sltdnid be so incense( with 1ne for my bale mention of hie name 2" "" The (treated fault of all—his in• ^ ••ppre1,11440 my ninny oliart11: t' She leughesoftly but bitterly. " Don't say they aro not many," she goes on quickly. "Recollect, the truth, if rude, is always salutary." She similes again, "The fact 114, Mr. Vyner 4101,04118 MO nearly as m110h a8 I detest 111M. T11010 is an antagoniaui betweeu us that 1 be. lieve only life can cud," " Speak of your own repulsion," re. turns Dolores quietly that is, of course, to you uudoratoocl; hub Mr. Vyner's feelings are not to bo so lightly canvassed, I do not thinlc you judge him aright. Yon say I am wrong in thinking ho loves you; I admit my error in drat respect, if indeed i6 be one; but that lie hates you—no, no 1 IIo ter• fainly does not hate you. I think he likes you." A sudden ipassiounte colony flames and dies in bliss Ponsonby's cheeks, "%low good that is of him 1" she says, in a carefully -modulated voice. "Poor Anthony! I6 must be an everlasting tremble to him to like me, considering how well he knows me. It is indeed boo much. 11nt see, DOlorOM—who is that coming through the arched gateway 2" ' em," declares Delores, in a grate. full} eepleuabory, if a scarcely gram- nlntical, Manner—. and 1Vyldo. What have you there, Wylde 2"—addressing the gray.haired butler who is approach- ing them, followed by an attendant satellite. "Small bottle of champagne, rniss; thought you'd like it with your straw. berries. Tea is only just made, so it tau wait Gbit." " 011, thank you,'Vylde 1" says Dolores, looking with tender friendship at the of I elan who has followed her fortunes through the half of idurope. "Do you know you have Inonght us the very thing for which Aliso Polleonby and I have been sighing? And, Wylde"— calling after him as lie beats a sinning retreat—" be enre you let me know when auntie retlrrue." " Sure to, miss," bows WVyklo, with a deferential, if coubidoutial, gesture. CHAPTER XIV. At the stuccoed mansion of the Drum - mends the fiddles are sounding, and bright forms are making the most of the glad hoar accorded them. Fountains are dripping muni"ally ; the air is heavy with the breath of dying flowers; it is twelve o'clock, and the hall is at its height. The music grows softer, sweeter. Oue begins to take to heart the lan• 1,ptt0rons, numerous meanings of the floating perfumed fans. Down far below, in the valley, a girl, tall, but spirit -broken, is standing in an upon window. She is clad in a wide clinging gown, and is gazing eagerly with great sad straining eyes at certain yellow lights that, two miles away, eau yet be caught through the still haze of the summer night. :after all, wee she so wish in refusing that iuvibation ? Dolores had said she was; lint— Life is short 1 Why not take from it the very meagreenjoyment it affords to the hungry seekers after distraction ? And yet— How chilly it grows I How long it seems slice last she heard the human voice that some mistaken person once called "divine 1" There—glancing at the pale yellow lights so far away—every one un donbt ii happy, regardless of everything but the present moment. Ay, happy pre- sent! What more natural than that they should lose themselves in it? It she were there, she too doubtless wouli, be cruelly regardless of all the outer world. klub then -- The night is still, beyond all ims,gi- nines. The scent of the tall white lilies outside burdens the air. " Lin. pavilioned heaven is fair," rich in its nouetiuse abars, .A11.1 through the diel wood Diau threats he; wap." The. girl loaning against the shutters of the open window sighs a little, aim her beamtifnl haughty face takes „ mournful droop. Her lips curve doth ward, her eyes grow sad and moist; yet always the yellow lights gleam in the cruel distance, and almost the sound of the fiddles comes to her on the ambient air. She stirs impatiently and tightens her fingers, as if unconsciously, upon the soft crimson rose with which she bus been toying, It shrinks and dins be. neath her pressure, and one drop of moisture, blood -red in her imagination, as though distilled from its heart, crawls over and under and through her white fingers as though in protestation against her idle deed, But to her it is as though the rose never existed. Her eyes are over fixed upon thelights so far removed from her, and a sense of desolation overpowers her. The tears gather in her oyes and blot out .those vexing, shining lights— and. blot out too'thofigure of a man who, advancing rapidly through the shrub- bery, enters the second window, and, crossing the room, is at her side before she leas time to recognise him. It is Anthony Vyner, a little heated from his run, ,yith his hair ruffled and quite a triumphant light in his eyes. Audrey, moving backwards involun- tarily, seizes the curtain with one hand and gazes at him in speechless amaze- , me "Yat. ou?" she whispers breathlessly. "la it ?" inquires lie'. Vynerenially. "Perhaps so I No donbt you'd know. 1 seldom understand myself,' so there Mtn be nothing remarkable in .the' facet that I don't always know myself I 1 thought I was at Alis. Drnmmand's; but, if"—with e, delicate .dofor6nce to her opinion—" van insist on saylpg this, is I, why, Pie take your word foe it I" , What brought yi>44 hers ee asks Au. drey, who has growl • very white from the,•8nddeneess of the shook hie un- expected appearance htas caused her. i Now that I come to think of it," says Mr, Vyner airily, "I don't know. r never «7 into, my owe 7nntiveu, Let14• (TO HE CONTRIVED. THE B1UT8BELt3 POST. CARD OF THANKS. i desire to return 111y thanks to my numerous customers for their support in the past and to intimate that, owing to ill health, I have leased my blacksmith shop to Ifr. D. Ewan for a few years. • I have a lumber wagon, bob- sleighs and other articles that I will sell ata bargain to get rice of thein. Two or three g011110men board- ers can be accommodated. W. T. Hunter. TIME BEST WIND MILL. W. 1170. IK(1 I1'reension loos Wonxs, • Mrrronxi:L, Os1' Manufacturer of throe di)araut kind, of Windmills, The simpleot,etrong,et and moat satietaotory Windmills yet Matto ,Fox nump- Ing water, earring wood, chopping grain or driving any light maohinory they have no equal. My CELEBRATED PUMPS have tie - cured aworld-wide reputation, I guarantee them sal being euporlor to many now In the market, and equal to any ever made. They will throw water D00 feet, or force It a nine on the level. Farmers and stockmen are re. either a'Vindimill afor r n Pimp, 8beton) laim that mine aro the best in the market, Address W. M MORRIS, Tlitebsll, Unb Sign ofthe Scotch Collar. —00— Here we are with a Splendid Stock of ROBES, REELS, HORSE I3LdL.iY 'ETS, —00— Our harness fills the bill. every time. Call and see our stock and leave your order. —00— A. largo assortment of Trunks, Valises & Satchels to choose from. —00— Repairing promptly attended to. —00— Call in and see our goods. We don't charge anything for looking. H. DENNIS. NEW GOODS AT THE Go1eu Padioe' The Mammoth Hardware Store. —0— STAN ARD PLATf►'JRJ1 SCALES, 900, 1200, and 2000 Pounds. —0— Family Scalela For Butter, Groceries, Etc., Etc. --•---0--- Cross-Cut Saws: -- "NEW IMPROVE]) CHAMPION, "RACER," "LANCE," clic., &c4., &0. The'Electric' buck saw. CHOPPING 5, SPLENDID ASSORTMENT. Cattle Chains AND ALL THE BE ST THAT MONEY CAN BUY AT LOW PRICES. MillatIEW •+ 7 III r.1ill 11 Zia T-1 'calf' 79,.A+„ i7 dP (s1 Fi Etr aitt m !±+9 eR The undersigned leaving completed the change from the stone to flit Celebrated Hungarian System of Grinding,has now the Mill is First-Classk,Running Order, and will be glad to see all his Olc1 Customers and as many new once as possible. Chopping done. Flour and Feed allwa7s on ° nand. HIGHEST PRICE PAIL) FOR ANY QUANTITY O1' GOOD WHEAT -�JVL. MIIJN . NATIONAL ROLLER M LL.S. Wm. Vanstone & Suns, -a- rxopzietoxse We have much pleasure in announcing to the public that our Nc.w Roller Mill is in Complete Running Order and is giving the Best Sat faction. SHORTS, MEAL, BRAN & CHOP CONSTANTLY ON FIE. We also make the following Brands of Flour : Patent, Jersey Lily, Canadian's Pride anci Snow Storm, Gristing Attended to with promptness. ALL HINDS OF LUMBER CUT TO ORDER. HIGHEST MARKET PRICE PAID FOR ALL HINDS OF GRAIN. E.A ST i3T7 R1ON CARRIAGE WORKS JAMES BUYERS —MAN'UFACTU'RER OF— BUGGIES, CARRIAGES, DEMOCRATS, WAGONS, EXPRESS WAGONS, &c., &c., all made of the Best Material and finished in a workman -like mala F l Repairing and Painting Promptly Attended tc. Parties intending to buy should call before purchasing. REFERENCES.—Marsden Smith, B. Laing, James Cutt. and William McKelvey, Grey township ; Wm. Cameron, Wm. Little, Geo. Prewar. and Daviel Breckenridge, Morris township ; Thos. Town and William B]ashill,Brussels ; Rev. E. A. Fear, Kirkton, and T. Wright. T1 i tl.. berry township. REMEMBER THE STAND—SOUTH OF BRIII(4P. J. .MT;S 1=3TTY•R S, GREAT REMOVAL FALE.. Having purchased that property presently occupied by JOHN GREWAR, which I intend moving into in t110 course of a kw weeks, I will offer my whole stock of Groceries, Crockery & Glassware, amounting to about $3,000 at a great reduction. Our stock of Groceries comprises everything kept in a first-class store. In connection with this department we would call special'at- tention to our large and well assorted stock of Teas and Coffees. We hold some of the finest imported into .this country which will be cicor- ed out at 40c. per lb, Every housekeeper in this district should ob- tain a package of this rich and fragrant Tea. Wo have on hand a large and well assorted stock of Crockery & Glassware which will lx, sold out at prices which cannot fail to insure a speedy clearance. Plates 30c. per doz. below the usual price. Every article contained in the stook has been bought for cast] which enables us to las' el•cc'iril inducements before the public. Terms Cash or Trade. Ai#rtl'r' fiat Fleischmann & Co's,. COldPRESOED Ysis'r, Geo. Thomson.