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The Brussels Post, 1886-1-15, Page 7moi bat, 16. 1880. Ale; you nave an aunt wno positively adores you, a lover who—" " A lover indeed 1" interrupts Miss Lorne indignantly, " Do you oall your. self a lover? Oh, dear, to think that you should so ill.troat me—you, wheat 1 trueted'I" Quite a new light has come into her lucent oyes—an angry light. Tho re. suit of Mr. Bouvorie's late maw -vivre is perhaps a trifle more pronounced than he Ilan counted upon, and just at this moment he is quite as " frightened" by his " scolding" as he had hoped she would haro been. "It you are going to be cruel to me," gam on Mise Lorne, with undiminiehed wrath, "you had better go away; didn't nom( here today to be avenged et all eorts of wicked things, To -day too—when I was so miserable I Oh, it is more than ono can endure 1" " I really," begins he, trying fearfully to put in a word or two. But it hi of little use for him; She treats him ae the atom he has been taught by certain writers to believe him• self, and hurries on with her reproaches like a small tornado. " What have I done to you ?" she says. " No doubt you are tired of me 1" " Dolores I" exclaims poor Dick; but she repulses his warm hand-elaep anis looks at him—to the increasing of hie nlieory—with large eyes drowned in tears. "0h, go from me, forsake me if yon will I" she lobe. " You aro ashamed of me, you say I There—take back your ring 1 You are all my happiness; but I resigu you, I return you to yourself, as yon will have it so I" She has taken the sacred ring from her finger and now tenders it to him with tremulous lips. " Oh, fling it into the tide," says Dick—" good enough for it! If you don't want it, where is its use?" Theu, all in an instant, the little touch of temper that is so strange to her and has torn her soft heart van- ishes. " Oh, Dick, oh, Dick," she cries, hold- ing out her gentle arms to him, and breaking into au agonisedbursb of tears, " I don't mean HI How could I be so bad to you, my own, own boy ? I don't know what is the matter with me to- day.' She sobs unrestrainedly as he gathers her to hie heart. "It is all your beadaehe," he says soothingly, " and this beastly day. I don't feel perbioularly lively myself, ,lo you know. Nothing so depressing as the sea and murky clouds and an on 1" A Budden colour flames and sinks in her face, and her lips part. " You are too good for mo," she says, in a tone scarcely audible. " Mvon when first I saw you I knew that, yet my heart went out to you, •not-knetr- ing. •"For it was love who eame to me, Who might not know hie name: " You know it Low," says Dick gen. thy' I have made bad use of my know- ledge then. I have been unkind to my love. Oh, Dick, do you think yon still. love me ?" Do you think I still live ?" says Dick. ' My death alone will end my devotion to you! Every tear you shed, Dolores, causes me a far keener anguish than it causes you." " But you must think me so ill•tem- pered," remarks 11I1$s Lorne miserably ; " I have been so horribly unjust. Now do say liyou think I am ;the most ill.tempered person you ever mot. I'm sure "—tearfully—"I deserve it " "Indeed I shall do nothing of the kind," says Bouverie indignantly. " What a likely thing 1 I be iave, if there is an angel upon earth, it is your own sweet self," " Ah, but there isn't I" says she, slip- ping her hand into his. " So now what do you say ?" " Not another word will you get out of ms to your disparagement," returns ho, laughing. She is silent for a little time after this, leaning against him and looking out to sea, to where the sullen clouds have dropped upon the horizon. " I wish I could paint the scene," she says presently, "just as it is now, with you and me together, hand in hand, I should call it—" " What ?" " I was going to sayThe Farewell; " murmurs she, with a swift upward glance; "but that would not gait us, would it?" she sighs. No; there shall be no farewell be. tween us two," says Bouverie steadily. What ails this day, sweetheart, that it should fret you so ? What is there about it—" •' Yes, what?" she asks eagerly. "It is iu the air and all around me ; I feel it. ' An odour as of love and of love's loom.' Oh, that I' could tell what lies before me, that l: could read my doatiny I" "I'11 read it for you—a long and hap- py life with mo. ' And now, to put an and to this fib of idle speculation, let us think of something rational—some- thing that will really put an and to it for ever. Let ns name our wedding. day,,' I•Ie had expected seine slight oppobi• Lion; but to his surprise, she agrees eagerly to his proposition. Yea, yes," she says quickly. " This day month ?" " Not this day month," she says, re. coiling from him with a little shiver. "'Let our Wedding•day'have no oonnec. bion with this one; I mistrust it, Laugh at me as you will, Dick "—look. Mg at him with [overfish earnesbuoee— "but I tell you I shall never forgot this day to the hour of my death 1" „ Don't. rnv dear," save Dick. " it it THE BRUSSELS POST, 7 given you tee least Hatieut0000 40 re- member it To lee it nooma rather a Porn atfair; hub, it you admire lt, why, that is everything I But to retnru to our subject; to -morrow month thiel?" "If you 'wish," "If you wish, darling. There le no doubt about me," lie regards h, r somewhat anxiously. "You will "„ glad to marry ale, 1)0.oron ?" "Yes; I {dunk so --nay, I know it!" nays the girl, reetb+sel„ turning to h and laying her h"a'1 upon hie breast with yon I shall 1,:, ,oafs --sale and Immo " That is (dant." Have he. great (herr in file tone. " Ana now to !reak to my mother this mighty Hemet that oho al. ready known so well." FIe langhn. " 1 can see her fade when I speak ; her Px• act intonation ie in my ears. ' I am re- joiced, Richard, that your choia., 114.3 fallen upon hiss Lorne; I have alw lys had grave doubt, about your inaliiuo a marriage that would please mo ; vaf(r tasters and Mille are—er—so utterly die• similar; but Dolores is all I could lore sibiv desire.'" His imitation of his matinee i•oi,1 repellent manner is perfect; 1)olorua smiles faintly. " You flatter me," she says. " Whoa first "—softly—"yon told me of your love, a fear of your mother rose within ale—on undefined fear; but it told we She w-,uld be the one to mar oto' joy. This fear is whh ine attain now ramie wrongly than before; there is a terr!blu do'tlitat my hozrt." slot voice falters. " Dick, don't tell her to -day l" "Pshaw1" says Mr. Bouverie, giving her a loving little shako. "I ilecliue altogether to listen to guy more of your croaking. Come, lot me take yon home —and mind you F;eb a glass of sheeny the moment you go in. T won't lot ) on sts,v by this cruel crawling foam any 10agor." At the wicket -gate that leads into ono of the avellnos of (ireylands they part. " 1'11 be with you again this evening," he says fondly, us he gives her a last caress and sera her safely inside the gate. But she runs after him, when he has gone a little way, and, of her own sweet will, tllrowe her arms round him awl hisses flim with a loving innocent anions that delights slim. " See here, Miss Lorne," he says, bold. into her a little from him. "Now that on ' engagement is to 110 made public, I must beg of you to cultivate a greater dignity of demeanour. To run after a young man in the way you have just clone and to throw yourself unsolicited into his arms—oh, I blush for you 1" "I can do it for myself, thank you," retorts she saucily, though she colours vividly as she Bays it and glances shyly at him. " 011, Dick, it wasn't so much to kiss you I wanted as to say that I hope you aren't angry with me about the ring! You know Itdidn't mean it, don't you ? You know "•-confusedly, turning the button upon his coat round and round with a pretty nervousness— " I would not have given it back to you —no, not even if you had asked for it 1" " Well, that's a bargain," says Dick gaily. "Remember, you have promised not to release me from my allegiance until I ask you to do so, and—not then either 1 There 1" — taking both her hands. " Good-bye for a little while, you baby, you love, and think of me ouly—as I shall of you—until we meet again 1" CHAPTER XX. Crossing the hall on his way to his mother's apartments, Bouverie comes iu contact with Bruno. Later on he re- members how Bruno started at the meet - lug, and what a strange change passed over his face—a great compassion mingled with honest regret. " Our mother wants to see you, Diok," he says, with an assumption of cashless evidently forced. But Dick, full of his own happy thoughts, fails to notice it. " For once then we shall be well met," he soya gaily, "I was just on my way to seek her." He nods and passes on, but in a mo• mut is aware that Bruno is following him. " Yon want ine 9" he asks kindly, stopping short again. Whatever words may have been on Bruno's lips, this direct query prevents his giving thorn voice, " A cigarette, if you have one," he says t.mnowliat lamely, in a rather faltering tone. " Thanks. ' Still he hesitates; but, seeing that Bouverie is now beginning to regard him with open astonishment, ho draws nearer and compels himself to speak. " She'll ho beastly to you, Diok," he exclaims, with nervous haste—" per- fectly beastly! But don't take it to heart too much I Whatever way you may decide—and I think it will be against her—I'll back you up." He turns away abruptly, but not be- fore Dick has seen that his eyes are full of tears. , Those wretched accounts again, no doubt," muses Bouverie, looking after him, "and diatribes against the old steward I Well, if she numb rail, she must, But what a good fellow Bruno is to have my interests so near l And so I'ln in for a scene with the matt). What matter? What does anything matter, with happiness so close at hand?" 110 almost laughs aloud in real glad. nese of heart as he turns the corner of the corridor that brings him to his mother's door, She is sitting before a devon 1port, an open letter'in her hand. There is some. thing in her expression as she turns round slowly to acknowledge his pre• since which seggeste danger to Diok. " Somebody has been at it again 1" he mutters to himself, as he comes for- ward with 5, courteous smile upon his " Aro last you are more 1 ' Hayti Lamy Bouverie coldly. "1 have sent 111e96011. gem for you everywhere.. -even to Grey - 'audit, whore I believed you might be found; but'--" " A meet natural 0ouC10si011," inter. rupts Dick, laughing. " Mother, we owe you perl(ape an apology for so long con. waling our love from you ; but ---•" "Wel Who?" asks Lady Bouverie, stepping hack a pace or two, and layiu;l her hand heavily upon the artii of a fau- teuil near. ' Dolores and I," says Beuverle gent- ly. " Of our affection for earth other you have been of memo aware, but the public declaration of it has beau delayed until now. I have come here to tell you that she has done me the honour to accept me, and that we are to be mar- ried---" " Never 1" exclaims Lady Bouverie, with ourious distinctness. Her tone is neither hurried nor excited, The fateful word drops from her in a oold prophetic way that startled him more than he is aware. 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