Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1863-04-24
81 think it has" responded Kenneth,

solemnly.
And when Mrs. Patty returned, she
nodded approvingly at the empty bowl,
romarking that sage tea was wonderful
quietin' p
Kenneth lay there, watching the young
girls graceful motions with languid in
terest--nay, he found himself observing
the very bow of blue ribbon at her
throat, and the azure belt that circled
her slender waist, and wondering how
her hands happened to be so wondrously
small and well-shaped To be sure, it
was none of his business; but then he
had nothing else to think of.
1t was nearly month before the doc
tor would allow him to mount Selim
again, for slight fever followed his fall
and exposure; but, contrary to his usual
custom, our hero took no exceptions to
the Esculapian fat, and resigned him
self with marvellous philosophy to the
scclusion of the sick room And what
came Of it all, our readers may CLEAN for
themselves from little conversation that
took place the day of Kenneth Clyde's
final departure.
He was sitting musingly before the
fire, in the clear morning sunshine, when
the door opened, and the young lady
with the black lashes came in
Some letters for you, Kenneth"
she said, extending little hand, freight
ed with epistolatory treasures.
But instead of peacefully possessing
himself of the letters, he took hand and
all, and gently drew the resisting damsel
to o seat beside him.
Sit down there, Mary-I haven't
seen you for whole hour" he said,
with an air of audacious authority. e.
Let go my hand, then" said Mary
but he did MT "Tell me who your let
ters are FROM" she added
This is from my uncle, Miss Curl
osity; he thinks it high time his linger.
ing nephew had returned to the halls oil
his childhood wishes me to mingle in
general society this winter, and - Hal.
lo what's this-the young heiress he
| has so often mentioned to me, Miss Yer,
non, will be in town staying at Mrs
Clerington's; he hopes l will at least en-
ter the lists for this charming prize
BY his leave | shall do nothing of the
sort Don't look at me with such wist
full, mournful eyes, dearest was wrong
to allow you to see the letter, for my un
Gle knows nothing of the precious trea
sure | have won among those woods"
"And will you really love the littl,
country girl as truly as ever, in all tina
atmosphere of wealth and gaiety?" sht
asked almost sadly.
4" Can you doubt me, dear love What
is Miss-Miss what's. her-name to me
Do you suppose all her money-bags are
worth ore of your smiles? Nay, there
is that doubtful look again. Mary,
wish you would let me take you back as
my cherished wIrE!"
mo" she said quietly; "next spring
will be quite soon enough. Only, Ken
meth, | feel an absolute certainty that
you will, sooner or later, marry that
heiress."
"NEvERl" said Clyde, with rcsolute
determination.
1t was one Of the clcarest and coolest
of January nights--the stars all wink
ing in the freezing concaye of heaven,
and the winds whistling down the gas
lighted thoroughiares of New York,
when Kenneth Clyde sat reading in the
library Of his uncle's luxurious dwelling
" Como, my boy--it's high time we were
en- route for Mrs Clerington's," exclaim-
ed brisk cheerful voice, and Mr.. Jones
Clyde entered the room. He stopped
short in dismay at the sight Of his neph-
ew in dressing-gown and cigar " Not
ready yet?-what does this mean 2"
/ concluded to remain at home, I'M
Gle - said Kenneth, lazily lifting his
handsome eyes.
Nonsense !--pshaw p CALCULATED the
old gentleman; Ego and dress--it won't
take you five minutes, and Pm particu-
larly anxious that you should accompany
me this evening. Miss Vernon Is to be
there, you know"
That's the very reason had wished
to remain at home, uncle. DO not de-
sire to become acquainted with the popu-
/ lar heiress."
/ " And why not, young man, I'd like
( to knowT
Because, uncle, all the love I have
to bestow is in the keeping Of Mary Ira
cy; and, as you wish to introduce me to
Miss Vernon as an aspirant for her hand
and fortune, think it well to forcwarn
you that it is utterly useless. love Ma
ry Tracy, and intend to marry her!"
Mr.. Jones Clyde twisted his white
gloves wrathfully round and round.
Ny dear boy, you'll got over that
fancy of yours in a few weeks ] wish
Selim's neck had been broken before he
gallopeG you into such a coniounded en-
tanglementl BE reasonable be scnsi-
bic p
" / am both, unclew
But you must 60 with me tonight.
Mrs. Clerington specially asked me to
bring you, and | promised that / would.