The New Orleans crescent., 1868-09-06

| let's Collar; Sir Harry Dedham ansthematzed
| him as pushing bore and little br andt-so
| called because he measured some SIX feet three
apostrophzed him as conceited Jackass. l.
| Lord Charles Fzirstairs smoked good deal
that night, enyeloped in wonderful suit Of green
velvet, slightly dimmed; bat be only asked one
| question, via: "Csn be rider"
! To which Mr. Trevor Pole, as soon "a he under
stood the pronoun, replied most satisfactorily,
Who! Archer Denisoo? Not be. At least, |
should say not. He's capital fellow. and all
that, but he's had different training from ours.
He's going in for an A, you knew."
Altogether, would not have given much for
Archer Denisons chance. II his days enjoyment
had at all depended upon the new acquantances
TO whom be was about TO be Introduced; but il
did not. Sir Trevor Pole. standing at the break
next morning saw his visitor sauntering about on
the lawn with the two Feruhams, and he threw
up the window in temper.
why can't they mountgn be said to his son,
who leaned against the window with cigar in
his mouth. And why haven't you made the
most Of your chances there, Trevor! I can tell
you am hard enough pressed; and Lucy Fern
ham is worth winning, by al accounts, ins cad of
leaving her TO those dsndies, and now bringing
down this Denison to add to the number"
And cut them all out" added young Pole
through his teeth.
al must give up the hounds,n said the baronet.
!" shall be sorry for that"
Lucy Fernham sings with you, rides with you,
Trevor broke into laugh, and pulled out a
cloud of smoke. Now the bsrenet couldn't smoke
himself, and hated tobacco, so he drew back
little and added peevishy: But If you adde
you brains wi detestabe narcotic the first
thing in the morning, no wonder others get be-
fore you."
Trevor Strengthened himself and flung away
his half finished cigar.
"Lucy Fernham doesn't firt, sir; that's mis-
take. She condescends to let fellow weary her,
believe Denison is an old acquaintance
her when she was poor, and that sort OF thing.
II doesn't matter whom she marries, however,
since it certainly won't be me"
Yet you might have a chance II we join forces
for Italy, which we are sure TO do. shall 60 to
economize."
$50 does Mr.. Fernhsm," said Trevor with a
laugh.
The baronet laughed too.
"See that our economy isn't after his fashion,
that's all. can't afford 1t. Here comes Gla1ia-
tor; you take care of him, Trevor he's too good
for you"
"I1l take care" replied Trevor, noddng to the
compliment.
Once fairly on the road, Mr.. Denison fell back
from his place at Luey's side, and kept behind.
He knew that he had been a good rider years ago;
but be knew also that Miss Fernham had no idea
whether he was or not. and he watched her rather
curiously. At first she rode on indiferently
enough but at point which brought the Cross
Roads in sight, she just turned her head and gave
one glance at his general appearance.
I'D give something to know what she thinks Of
it," said Mr.. Denison to himself. mot that it
matters to me though. .--.---,-----
And there were the hounds dotted about
amongst the yellow gorse, and the horsemen
lighting it up with bits Of vivid scarlet, which is
the fashion 10 call pink, and the horizon to the
right the long low coast line of dull red sand; and
in front the purple moor. q.
"lt's worth coming TO see," said Sir Trevor.
" Take my advice. Miss Fernham, aud follow the
hurt: II won't take you into any mischief to-
day"
Somebody interrupted him to ask a question
about the earthstoppers. and when he turned
round again Lucy was in front with her uncle and
Archer Denison.
"Ithought Trevor said he couldn't ride" nut.
tered the bsronet. |" He should't have had the
bay if / had known"
But, whatever Lucy meant to do, Mr.. Denison
had no intention OF being in at the death. At the
first check he found himself still close to the Fern.
hams, and looking on while some dozen horsemen
crsned their necks over fence in front. One by
one they reached the weakest point looked, and
rode OF. Mr.. Denison saw Lucy watching them
with CLEAN OF expectation that faded into
like actual sadness as each one turned
away.
In do this one leap" he thought, and then
90 home"
' Use the snaffie," said Mr.. Fernhsm, who was
looking at him; not the curb The old bay is
plucky. but I've ridden her. and know her tricks.
She III swerye at the whip and answer to the sDurn
Archer nodded and took the leap. After this
The hunt saw no more of him. He turned the
plucky old bay, much against the equine will, and
rode slowly home. He got his sketch book, and |
wandered of along the shore and over the rocks |
Ill the sun began to sink, and the sound of the sea
10 get fainter as IL crept away. He thinking |
Of many things: Of his profession and its great |
ness of the hollowness of the world aud the poor
pihful dreams which after all only mock US with |
heir false coloriDg. And, turning suddenly round
sharp rock, he found himself face to face with |
Lucy Fernham, and stopped.
AT first they stood looking at each other with. |
but word; then something came over Archer |
Denison which he could not control; a sort of |
brief Madness IL seemed to him Afterwards and |
be put out his hand, and said softly, Lucy!1
She just looked at him, and sat down on big |
boulder, covering her face.
Don't Archer It's like the sound of the sea
IN Gwyneth's Head. o, how wish was back |
sgain ~
- Back again where, Lucy?"
In the dear old cottage with my sunt,-my |
1uerDa as you used TO call her, you naughty boy!
But forgot" said Lucy, getting up with for |
orn resumption OF her dignity; /" | am Miss Fern |
ham, and you are Mr.. Denison. Richard is MT /
himself any more. feel like the little girl 10 |
Punch Archer. The world is hollow and my |
ion stuffed with sawdHst; so, If you please, I'd |
ike TO be num-"
Archer might have laughed at the plantiyeuess
II the poor little unthroned queen, but he saw Mr. |
Fernbam at little distance; and so be said hast-
y, Lucy, you called me naughty boy Just now. |
Think me boy, If you will; your brother. for in
tance. want TO know if you are aware what |
lou are dong; il you understand all these d. |
Ioted slaves of yours ?"
" / understand that they want my money, {" said |
.ucy, simply.
s. And since they cannot ell have IT, may an old |
riend ask which is the favorite one?"
Lucy was silent little, and then she said
am very miserable, Archer"
"WbyG"
Because have learned TO doubt. II any one |
3 kind to me think at once it is money! It's |
ery shocking, know, but can't help It,. can.
ot believe in any one. Now what do you think /
4 me! ! am worldly, of course, and you give |
ne mp. This is another thing the hateful money |
las done for me-"
Lucy" said Archer, /" when you aud Ipicked |
NOSES in the kentish woods last May, yoa were
8 poor as l was"
Well,n
"Well. Things are changed. l do not give you
p; IL is the other way. / am poor. Are you
ute certain that this universal doubt of yours
Fould never in any case, touch mAgr
The painful red came up into Lucy's face.
al am sure of nothing believe. How can |