The Brussels Post, 1886-1-15, Page 22
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DICK'S SWEETHEART.
By the Authormt "Mleneen q'neverees,"
"Lova, Loon Bennesrone," "Pnrt•i.i8,"
" Maur 13ewx '
—OO, how auntie hated that!-ti,i
Venice sunsets; and the pretty cooing
pigeons on the Piazza of St. Markt I
used to feed them every day, and they
-do you know -they came to know me
quite, and would strut attar me tail
downwards whenever l appeared. Ah,
the yellow sunshine and the wonderful
gray ebadowa, they all return to mo --
they do not permit me bo forget 1 To
me Italy is a veru dream 1 Dick "-
laying her hand beneath his chin--
" will you take me there when we are
married ? Your -our England is of
course the clearest place to me, but
yet I do want to see my Italy again,"
"When shall we start?" asks Bou•
veris, with eager animation.
" For the horse ?" asks she demurely.
"Indeed you remind me, Mr. Bouverie,
that we have already outstayed our
time, and that our absence will cause
eommeut. Come then !"
"`At a touch sweet pleasure melt•
eth, " quotes Dick ruefully. " I had
forgotten there was a world indoors.
What a pity to leave this glorious light
for the more glaring one within. Don't
let us go in yet."
"I am afraid we must."
" Are you in haste to leave me?"
asks he, with foolish reproach in his
tone.
Are you uevor to he convinced?"
whispers ,,he.
She is leaning against him, gazing up
at him, looking pale as the ketals of a
lily in the soft fading moonlight -such
an exquisite face, warm with love's light
aid pensive with sweet thoughts born
more of heaven than earth.
With a heart that throbs with thank-
ful joy, he holds her to him. It seems
so strange that this sweet thing should
be his own, her life at leasthalf his, and
she willing that he should dedicate all
his to her. There is a humbleness
about his devotion that perhaps, un-
consciously to herself, renders him even
dearer to her. His life bas been puri•
find, rounded, completed, since this little
saint -like girl, with the happy childish
eyes, has crept into bis heart.
Still and more silent grows the hour.
Over the bills comes the slow dawn with
dainty tread...
"A sons, of heavy h,u•mnuies
"rows no ill, growth of patient right
More sweet then shapes! music 10."
Bouverie, turning up her face, looks
at her long and earnestly. Were ever
eyes and soul smeweetly tnatohed? How
yoo:l, how puree
"A 111111 s•, si,i,'Ol1. s11 W1!'t s, dt wonderful,
They said a light camp from her when she
moven 1
lewoe'tee e e man caughs 44, mum,
y age, gaf i t this tlefi'gr`girl lust
entering up'� 'le the uuknpwh nea of life(„
'seems Wawbaokwards, as el,;ate Mat
petuons breittb, to the glad young`yoare
when love wan all in all and Imp meant
Certainty: But; the love. that. even then
washut hal -w•onncled vanity is now
without its sting, and is remembered
only as a curious experience never to bo
forgotten.
" You knew the. Matt -mins perhaps ?"
says Lady Bouverie, with unsympathe-
tic manner. " Yes ? Olt, there was a
child, of ;course -Mrs. Lorna's baby -
that pretty Dolores over there 1"
"It must have complicated matters a
good deal," says Colonel Oswald, still
rather-dreauiily. " Yes, 11 was a sad af-
fair altogether."
" Sad ?" Lady Bouverie searches his
face for a Moment, and then arranges
his thoughts for him. "About the poor
child being left an orphan no young ?
Yes, of course. But their she has real.
ly missed so little; her aunt's care
has boon toner quito that of a mother."
" No doubt," sa;•a Colonel Oswald,
with a little acrluiesreut bow. He seems
singularly attracted by Dolores. " 13y
Jove!" he says once under his breath.
and then aloud-" 1Ier name?" ' Lorna'
I think you said it was ?"
" Dolores Lorne."
"Dolores! What :,, sal name) Ilnw
significant 1 Poor girl, pour girl! But
why ' Lorne,' I wonder ?"
" Why, you ridicolcus man, beoanne it
was her father's of course 1" says Lady
Bouverie. with a short laugh.
There is some offence in her laugh.
It has dawned upon her that Colonel
Oswald is hardly giving to her oouver.
sation the undivided attention to whioh
she has grown acenstomed,
" Well, I suppose it is as good as an-
other," remarks he.
" It is a very good name indeed," re-
joins Lady Bouverie, now distinctly el%
fronted. "The Lornes have always
been good people ; they have ranked for
generatione with the very best of our
county families. And Dolores, as you
may see, is thoroughly well-bred."
" A beautiful teem indeed 1" enys Os-
weldtboughttnlly. "But to see her.
here -here 1 I used to tell myself I was
too old to bo surprised at anything; but
this is just the little too touch 1 And the
Dnclaoss, who is so verycxclusive 1" He
has fallen into a muttering tone, and
Lady Bouverie acareely follows him.
Then he rouges himself from his rove-
rie. " How oldie she ?" he asks ab.
sently.
" You love me?" he Bays presently, in
a voice eo low that thcynervous passion
iu it almost bides the words. But she
bears him.
' With all my soul, sweetheart 1" she
answers hack, raising her head ti1I all
the shadowed sweetness of her eyes is
bare to him.
I envy no man on earth," he says,
after a long pause, lifting her soft palms
and laying them one after *nether
against his lips.
" And I no woman," returns she
gravely.
s
Still with the happy lamps of love lit
within her beauteous oyes, Dolores re.
gaine one of the reception -rooms, and,
finding Miss Matnrin there, seated on a
cushioned lounge near an open window,
she goes to her, and, leaning over her,
whispers some merry nonsense in her
ear.
As she does so, she attracts the at.
tention of a seer°, elderly, hungry -look-
ing little man at the farther oui of the
room, the same man whose presence in
the early part of the evening so upper.
red Miss :datnrin.
Ide is sitting beside Lady Bouverie -
whose guest and cousin he is -and bas
been, tip to this time, engrossed with
old family topics. But now his mind
wanders ; hie eyes concentrate them.
selves upon the tableau in the distance
the pretty girl bending with laughin;;
11ps above tbu woman who was so well
l,uowu to him ie the ohieu days. There
is something about the fresh innoceut
sweetness of Dolores that draws the
the rninde of Most to her. iltifortuuate-
lv uow it compels the adtnirabiou of
Colonel Oswald. Who is this girl, so
like, yet so unlike—
', See that girl over there ?" he says
sn 1.lnuly to Lady Beaver's. " She re.
minds me so strongly of some one,
Pretty girl who posed as ' Adversity,' I
moan -just now talking to Miss 3latu-
010."
" Ah, that is Mies Lorne ! Very trete
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When And Where yein will," an•
*mere thei olonfil, rising too..
"'Follow•hie into one of these auto.
rooms," says Lady Bouverie, in a chok-
ed tone-" and quickly. I feel as if this
horrible :doubt could never bo soon
oneugh allayed.'.
" Lead,' retnrne Oswald briefly,
Uneonseiously her hurried foobstops
carry her past Dolores, who is still
standing by her aunt, smiling as one at
rent with all the world, a look of the
moat heavenly peace npon her lovely
face.
CHAPTER. XIX.
Gray sea, gray sky, and barren rock;
above, a sullen heaven; below, a chilly
mist that, creeping ever onwards, covers
ell the land as with a sbreed. The sun
is dead; with heavy wings the seagulls
heat bhe air, and sail inland to tell of
comiva storms and storm jest past.
There are glints of watery light upon
the pale ocean now lying-speut,apll wan
from last night's passion. boar the
shore great walls of foam aro still dash.
ing themselves over the small black
rooks; there is even yet a furious anger
iu the waves as they rnsh inwards to
waste away in yellow foam upon the
beach. A weary, moaning, swishing
sound conies from the cavus, a sound of
wrath and pain repressed.
Dolores, pacing up and down upon the
desotabe shore, looks out to sea, and
marks how the sullen clouds hang upon
the very verge of the horizon.
More rain," she says, " and a coming
storm."
She lnolced a little sad, a little deject-
ed. All last night sho lay awake listen -
in, to the howling of the wind and the
distant roar from. the ocean, mingled
vith other sounds nearer and sadder;
tiny all combined to wreck her slumber.
eileeploss she lay, troubled by the angry
u'dht and the sound of the wet leaves
neediest a wiudoiv-pane, and a wind sob.
hese through a rainy dawn.
Two mores have come and gone since
that happy night when she and Dick
stool together in the garden at the
Castle, beneath the rays of the dying
moon.
Presently also weals Herself upon a
smooth piece of rook. and with a stick
begins to draw in i he fashion letters on
the nand -letters, and then words, and
then that dearest word of all--" Dick."
From this it is but a simple thing to
come to herself-" Dolores Bouverie."
How pretty it looks and sounds 1 She
is still staring gravely at it when some-
body, coming noiselessly up to her on
the soft and, places his hand beneath
her chin and turns her face to his.
" Ab, Dick!" she says, with a little
rapturous blush, bolding out glad arms
to ham.
Ie it for your sins you wander here
alone on such a dismal day, my ladyo
taire,'.'asks he gaily,seatinglnmeelf beside
her, " and is all this writing "-gazing at
the sand-" a penance? Why, what is
this? ' Dolores Bouverie 1' Oh, 1 say -
how lovely it sounds 1"
" Doesn't it?" says Dolores, flushing
with genuine pleasure; then all at once
she grows rather pale. " But it is un•
lucky the do it isn't it ?" she asks nor.
vously.
" Stnfi I" eaya Mr. Bouverie, with
undiminished spirit. " If you once begin
to believe it omens, you will never again
know a (satisfactory moment. True, I
assure you! My love, how cold your
hands aro 1 Yon shouldn't stay here s0
long on such a day; null your face -what
a sad little face I Hes anything vexed
you, darling?"
' No, no, I am not vexed; it is only
the effect of last nilht•s storm I suppose.
Yet there is a weight here "-laying her
small chilly hands upon her breast-
" that I cannot aoconnt for."
" Don't try to," counsels Dick nom.
fortably, drawing her nearer to him and
tucking both ber hands inside his coat
by way of worming them.
" But I wish I could 1" says she miser.
ably. " Itis a horrible depreesion,that
has seized upon me, and -and it frigh•
tens me. Ol), I wish I hadn't written
my name 6o in the sand I Perhaps "-
tears rising in her eyes-" I shall never
marry you now."
Won't you indeed?" cries Dick
indignantly. " Don't try to get out of it
in that way, my lady, because it's no
good your trying. What a baby you are,
Dolores! I believe you tied a roat luxury
in making yourself wretched."
"Indeed yon are wrong,' says she
earnestly. ' I hate being wretched; but
there is something within mo to -day
that forbids my being Happy. What fs
it, Dick? A warning?"
"Digestion," says Dick prosaically,
" What did you have for breakfast-oia1"
"An egg," answers his Jimin,'e thought.
fully, " and after that some hot cake --
just a little wee hot cake -no more."
"'Pie the hoboak&,"says Mr. Bonverie,
with decision. "Ilot cake is the very
— It is, I do assure you ; I give you
nay word it is."
But, though he tries to laugh her out
of her depressiou, he yet Moles at her
very keenly, and grows secretly anxious
because of this change in her, It is so
unlike his little bright love to talk in
this dolorous way.
Then suddenly it 000015 to him --in it
most unlucky moment -•that a little
wholesome (molding will do her a world
'of good. Tho very thiugl No doubt
alto has never had ono iu all her life
before, so that it will have the virtue of
novelty. It will rouse her, and -and
pl,rllltpe friehteu her a bit; and bring her
to a healthier frame of wind.
Look betel" lie says, with quite an
air, " I've boon jestlug up to this; hut,
do you know, I feel positively ashamed
Of you -1 do indeed! One would think
by your meaner iron were the moat tui.
beul,,v ;girl on earth, whereas yen •have
'very thine your (0011 way, all it seems to
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You forget the flight of time," says
Lady Bouverie; nodding her head. „ If
you knew her wben,a baby, no wonder
'ou,are;ai xprieed"to sec her now break-
ingiutowomanhood. Tho past seams
but as yesterday to you and me until
some httle fact like this compglqpa•t0 a.
knowledge of the truth. She11PIIfll make
a lovely woman. Her,age ? Seventeen
or eighteen, I should say -not a day
more."
"Ah, that would be about the time 1"
remarks Colonel Oswald. All his care-
fully -cultivated ema11$ bIk seems to
have deserted him.' '
" I must toll you," says Lady Bon-
vorie, turning to him suddenly and tap-
ping him on the arm with her fou with
an elephantine attempt at playfulness,
" that I hope -I think-- Indeed --to
let you into a secret -I feel sure there
is something between her and Mich-
ard."
If she has complained of his want of
appreciation of her oommunicatious be.
fare, there is certainly now no longer
reason why she ahonld do so. As though
suddenly touched by an electric battery,
Colonel Oswald springs into life at her
wade, and gazes at her in blank dis-
may.
Yes," contiuues she, nodding empha.
finally, quite pleased by the sensation
she has at last created ; "some day I
hope to call that sweet child my
daughter-in•law. Only to such an old
friend as you would I confide this hope,
because as yet she has beeu very mo-
destly reticent ; but I have little doubt
the affair has actually arranged Reale"
Colonel Oswald, straightening him-
self from his lounging position, games at
her with horrified eyes. Au expression
not permissible, and fortunately too low
to be heard, passes hie lips ; it is the
outcome of an agitation nob to bo sup-
pressed. The pride of birth is strong
with him, and this woman is his oon-
ain.
" My dear madam, do you know whet
yon are saying ?" lie says at last, with
quite a wonderful politeness, consider-
ing the state of hie mind.
Why, yea, I hope so 1" answers Lady ,
Bouverie, laughing. " It may be rather
precipitate to talk of it, as the young
people themselves have not as yet
ohoson to make the engagement public ;
but I am positively certain there ie
something between my sou diehard
ty, as yon say, and charming as wall." and the girl you have been '-archly-
Lady Bouverio's tone is complariut. ' "so persistently admiring ler the last
half hour. I am sorry to •,)light your
hopes; Arthur; but such I feel firma is the
case."
" I hopes() with all my seal 1'' says
Colonel Onwalcl with extreme vehem-
ence. " I hope there ie so much be,
tweet, Miss Lorne and any sou of yours
as will prevent their coming together
for all eternity."
" Yon mean ?" interrogates Lady Bon`
vette turning very pale.
" That that poor child over there in
the victim of a cruel wrong i"
"Go on!" says Lady Bouverie, with
blanched lips, tightening her (;ogees
upon her fan until the ivory pieces snap
in twain.
" IMAM that she -may Heaven par.
tion those who wronged her I -was
never born in wedlock! She is nameless
illegitimate 1"
Lady Bouverie Flees to her feet.
"I cannot graep it all an siddbnly,"
cans hnarsaly. "'There must its
Sim seniles her 11150 80)110, which itt Its
l,osb is wintry, and looks calmly impar.
font. " She is Miss Materin's niece,
end her heiress. Very good fortune --
iudeed bettertbau good -almost cobs.
sal."
" Mies Maturin's niece ?" repeats Col.
oust Oswald very slowly, very match as
though he disbelieves, for the first time,
in the perfect hearing on which he
prides hitnnolf,
liar sister's child. Lovely creature,
isn't she ?"
Ali, I had no idea there was a
child 1" says Colonel Oswald thought.
felly. "Dear me -bless me 1"
He 'seems overcome with (surprise. lie
puts his ;glass carefully in his left eye
end examines Doleres meantely as site
stands over there, calm and (smiling, a
world of rapturous content in her inno.
cent face. 1'i.tat other face that he re-
ntemhers through her was it fairer.
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