The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-05-09

| liked the look of the man, nor had
my liking lessened when we adjourned
to the drawing room for five o'clock
tea. After which, Mrs. Vigne and her
sister departed, leaving Calvert, who
had proven blind and deaf to the
| hints thrown out suggestive of his
being driven home, standing beside
me on the doorstep. watching the
ponies go down the, drive. oT
: Sharp little woman, your Indian
friend," said Calvert with queer, dry
smile 100 81
Women are utterly Incompetent
sible from first to last | said, the
ugly feeling springingup- .
What is woman hke?' laughed
Calvert. e s,-. 81
"False-hearted and ranging, ~
Unsettled and changing, HufEHF
What, then, do you think she is like?.
Like a wheei9 Like ciockq 3o
Ay, clock that is always at strike. =
Her heads like the island folks
Which nothing but monkeys can
dwell on, -
Her hearts like a Iemon-so nice;
She carves for each lover a slice.
f In truth she's to me 3 se4 ~ r
Like the wind, like the sea, -
Whose rawlings will hearken to no
Like thief, like-in brief-sli.,s 10
She's like nothing on earth but-a
woman. !" s-st
The curate stayed to dinner, and /
still liked him. Not that / felt at
all like the immortal Mr. Toots.
My affections were by no means dis
interested; and if he was really a
rival, could hate him, no doubt;
but then somehow could not recon
Gle Calvert with my notions of q
rival .sls - Fl
What a handsome fellow your
curate is" whispered to Bell, as we
joined the girls in the drawing room.
!" / like him, in spite of Mrs. Vigne's
gossip"
L am glad oft, Harry; he deserves
to be liked, and gossip does not de-
serve to be believed, said she.
Then, when coffee was over, she
walked off on to the moonlit lawn
with Calvert. and Milly having var
ished some time before, I was left to
my meditations, and being idle, Satan
of course kept up his character, and
found me something to do in the
shape of thorough resuscitation of
the jealousy which had been partially
lulled to Sleep ..l.fs9ssa
I could see the two figures each
time that they turned at the end of
the terrace, and also that they were
talking earnestly together. / envied
him his stalwart figure, his easy quiet
way, his firm sense, and the manner
he had of giving it, without letting
it annoy you, or make him appear pc
dantic. 4 did not wonder at Bells
liking him he was just the man to
trust in. just the man to feel a pride
ina loving, and to whose judgment
you could look as coming right from
an honest heart. / was horribly jeal-
GUS, and yet liked the man, and al
most liked Bell better for having won
such loveas his. As | lay a-thinking,
Milly glided very softly into the room.
and, without seeing me, vent up to
the window. As the two came oppo-
site, she drew back with sharp. an
CRY motion, and, leaning among the
curtains stood there. l could net
distinguish the expression of her face
in the dark. but | could see she was
watching with an eagerness L could
not account for.
!" Milly," said l, getting up and
standing beside her. She started vio-
lently, and tried to push past me, but
[ held her fast. The spirit of the
morning was in me again. "Milly,"
| went on, | am going to ask you to
keep your promise, made the night be-
fore [ went away. You are woman
now"
Yes, cousin Hal.nn8ia3
You know all about the old en-
gagement made for Bell and me?"
! /" Yes, cousin Hail. s@ ~,
-. Bell does not like it. She never |
did, Her cold letters kept me in In
dia. [ did not care if ever came |
home, and when | did start, the first |
thing [ heard was the truth about this /
fellow. Calvert, and how she hated me.
[ did not 5elieve it until / saw it my |
self. I see it now; so do yon. Look
there. Niily, look at them. Bell likes
th,sc,irate little finger better than
: No she. does Mt. 3 cried Milly, pas
sionateiy; but he likes her, and she
goes on in her quiet, heartless way, till,
filt----'' But Milly began to cry, and a
new light broke upon me. Suddenly |
checking her tears, Milly said, (" You
are .1all wrong about Bell She does
not show it,. as ] would; but l believe
she loves you dreadfully." = 3. i.ss..w
My heart gave a great throb. lssaU
You don't believe me-?
No, Milly, dear It's very kind
of you telling me this; but L am
quite sure you are wrong. OPIUM
Next. day I found Bell in the gar
den alone, and, fgurativeiy speaking,
[ took header at once. [ told Bell
I saw she did. not love me-. Itold
her I was sorry for my share in the
engagement, and that it had been a
,,a;Sorah iu-advised scheme from,