The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-07-17

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S"What can't it matter? re not
going to pretend you're jealous of Mr..
Prior, Jack?"
The Jack" did it. I was her de-
voted slave, not in the least jealous,
and full of wonder at my own sus-
picions.
well now" said Madeleine, when
the pinsfore had been duly admired,
and small pieces of my heart had been
sown on to it in the Greek pattern
with braid, and we had both approved
the effect: II will be candid with you;
you shall never-say don't tell you
everything. Mr. Prior has been here
a good deal" er.e.r-.
Madeleine S candor always gave me
palpitations of the heart; [ never
knew what was coming next. How
ever, I gulped down this first edition,
with the conviction that it would dis
agree with me when | came to digest
it, happily smiling
You wont make me jealous now,
Madeleine [ said, kissing her; and
the pinafore fell from her lap.
Clumsy said Madeleine, pouting,
you won't let me work. Poor Con!
I'm ashamed of you Jack. You don t
behave half as we'll as Mr.. Prior; he
never does such things"
That is to say, reduced to English,
Mr.. Prior was notin the habit of kiss
ing Miss Flutters. a
[ should never have imagined he
was, myself; but Madeleine was SO ter
ribly suggestive that | began to feel
uneasy. and the lion within me gave a
roar - zste -
Madeleine, if Imagined such a
thing possible, [ should at once re-
sign all claim over you. without even
waiting to speak to Mr.. Flutters on
the subject, or wish good-by to your
sister, - a4-f3zft
That's just what I say" said Mad
%eleine, quietly; $50 you needn't fare
up so, or I shall not be able to-be as
candid as I wish. Mr.. Prior has not
only been here a good many times
already. but he is coming to dinner"
her Madeleine caughed a little
tonight. It's very unfortunate for
me, as we'll as for you, for of course L
don't want him here the very first
night of your return; but he asked
himself, and papa couldn't very we'll
refuse him then, could he? though /
frowned at him to make him say No.
till [ thought my forehead would never
come straight again; and Conny was
.-speechless from surprise no
I TT is unfortunate [ said, in as
gruf a voice as / could manage. with
the little jeweled hands pressing me
SO closely. and the blue eyes glancing
Il suppose by accfdent-at the en-
gagement ring -
Yes, isn't it?r said Madeline,
eagerly, aud then added. trying to
take me by storm, and trusting too
much to the softening circumstances:
That's not the worst, either. Mr..
Prior makes love to me, and [ cant
tell what to do to make him leave IF.
He will do it, no matter what ( do.
He will tonight. You'll see"
To be told, after a few weeks alb
sence, that the girl to whom [ was
engaged was being made love to by
the man [ most disliked in the whole
world; and that he would do it!
Now, you're angry with me?" said
Madelaine, passing over Mr.. Prior's
o~ffense, and taking care of number
one in a lady-like way, because it's
not been my fault
No, I'm not angry with you. Mad
%eleine," [ said, but of course there
there must be a stop put to it. Leave
him to me. He'll not make love to
you tonight, [ fancy.
This was said with a sheer so very
effective that Madeleine was begin
ming to look frightened. when the
door opened a very little way, and
Conny looked in.
"Papa's not come" she said, but
the nursery tea is. Come Madeleine.
Perhaps Mr. Stevens will come too"
she added politely, suddenly seeing
me in the light Of an obstacle to
the nursery tea, which it was neces-
sary to emove before she could OBJ
tain her sister. "Tea will do him
good. It's SO refreshing, nurse says"
Il should like nothing better,
Conny dear, and [ can carry you up
tairs on my back, if you like G
Conny's eyes sparkled at this pro-
posal, and her cheeks grew bright.
That would be nice she said,
and prepared to mount; then stopped
suddenly short. I" Your back" she
said; It'll hurt your back
assured her it would not, and car
ried her up, when the queen of the
nursery dismounted, placed her horse
(myself) in a low chair by the fire, and
and her sister in another, proceeded
to distribute the bread and butter,
and tea in mugs
You can't have the prettiest mug
of all, I'm sorry to say" Conny in
formed me when he had satisfied