Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-03-28

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is well to understand the policy of the ene-
my
st was simply amusement
swell, am listening"
Lauras voice was not the least strong nor
full, but there was something touching in the
clear treble peculiar to himself; II something
plaintive without complaining, fresh as ifthe
dewy morning pervaded 1t, and as If the
twilight were advancing. Once heard il
would return to you again and again, long
after the singer was forgotten.
Are you quite in earnest? My voice is
the merest bird CALL" she said, and sang:
"oh, were my love the wind that blows
Ger hill and field, and lonely sea,
And the sweetest of the rose
To follow where he beckoned me,
HNo storm SO cold, no night so dark.
Would daunt me on his restless wing,
And when the sun awoke the lark
We'd higher soar and louder sing"
And directly the family carriage rolled up
the drive and conversation became Babel.
every body was so sorry you weren't
there, Captain Laurence" said Rose.
The Captain thought he knew of two ex-
ceptions, and Laura was equally certain of
one.
81 am sincerely obliged to every one, he
said
And thus, step by step, Captain Laurence
advanced in informal wooing; sort of ex-
perimental affair with him, in order to as
sure himself il love were more potent than
the other power struggling for mastcry--in
short, "if the game were worth the candle +"
But Laura we know, had different point
of view. She had lived in peace till Major
Thome opened her eyes, just in time for them
to be dazzled by this new luminary. By-and-
by, when she become accustomed to this
beautiful radiance, the twilight will have
quite set in. Well, perhaps even there the
stars may shine.
The following day opened with grand
overture OF the elements; the rain hung like
curtain before the eye, but Laura never
missed the sun. Captain Laurence, now al
ways beside her, read the last new novel to
an attentive group; it was the simple narra-
tive OF the sufferings of one who chose dis
Inheritance rather than renounce the woman
he loved.
"What an everlasting spooney cried Har-
ry, as the book was ended.
"Do you think so ? asked the Captain,
turning to Laura.
1T SCENE to me-" she answered, "that
there was but one way open to him and he
took it. can't conceive of his doing other
wise"
''Very true," said Aunt Devon. "all the
money in the world wouldn't have purchased
him love like Jacquelines."
81 agree with you," said Laurence. the
trouble was, that he couldn't agree with him
self
When the gossips of Summertown ner-
ceived the turn things were taking thew be.
gan to lose faith in their own nreJic,;ons =
Henceforth wherever Laura was seen Tan
renee was sure to be not far bebind i. tbev
might be met morning md even;nr on ,ho
beach with Geordie struggling in 'front.'
Many good woman of the place to;led I'M
her scuttle stairs, glass in hand to satisfy
herself if yonder sail-boat weren't Harry
Devon's Bluebird skimming down to Rock
Creek, with "Laura and that Cap'n of hern."
On the family excursions to Cragstowe thew
invariably adopted extremes. either dron-
ping far behind the main party, perhaps los.
ing their way and returning home to spend
the day in splendid seclusion. or palloninp
miles ahead, till no suspicion of the detesta-
bic third person intervened. Once the Blue
bird was caught outside the bar in fop.
with the unseen breakers muttering in their
cars, and Laura thought IL was as If tbev
were shut into great pearl alone, without
giving more than thought to the noss;b;li-
ty of being run down by some other Graf. or
dashed to atoms in the tumult of the waters
till presently the fog blew off. and thew flew
homcward as if fear and danger were fables
of the story-books; only as he lifted her
ashore he held her one swift instant in A
grasp of steel, murmuring,
If we had died it would have been to-
gether."
"But it is so much pleasanter to live. 4" said
Laura. artlesslv.'
Once, too. thew encountered n marty of
strolling gipsies encamped at the Witcb,s
Well, one of whom gave Laura an amulet
of aromatic seeds.
"To keep your heart lirht. v tbe cronr said
"And must never give II away pu asked
Laura, lust to humor her.
"When Won rive IL Won rive voursclf nwas
the renlv But sauntering home T.rronoo
took possession of If
"I did not give IT to vou remember " said
she
"I did not ask for n h. rcturped ct
take NV own wherever I find ~
Sometimes thew palloned to TanqIe Wood
returning before breakfast with wreatbs Of
wild-fowers. deserted brds-nests for Geor-
die. and nrettv ocus for b;s col,ect;on
aDo Won know said Iorr, or ono oe
tbese occas;ons {. thero 10 a Io,ana ,ho. 10
vou lose vourse,f in Tanule Wood ,,o,, oro