The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-10-28
The stOokbroker at DinglewOod.
P II.

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cup that afternoon; Indeed. l do not
approve of such beverages for young
people. and never sanction anything
but tea before dinner. The Dingle-
wood people were doing their best to
introduce these foolish extrava glnces
among Us. but [, for me would not
give in. Young Gresham, though he
took some tea, drew his wife aside
the moment after, and L heard him
question her.
1T was not my fault, Harry" she
cried, not knowing l was so near.
she sent it all back, and Lottie said
| had hurt her feelings. I did not
know what TO do. She would not have
even John Thomas to wait"
NonsenseI" said Harry Gresham;
you should have insisted. We
ought not to let her 60 to any ex-
peuse. i don't suppose she has a
shilling more than she wants for her
own affairs"
But / could not help it," said his
wife.
L don't know what Lottie had said
to her, but she was evidently a little
frightened. AS for Harry, | think he
would have liked to leave a bank
note for me on one of the tables.
People have told me since that it was
a very bad sign, and that it is only
when people are getting reckless
about money that they think of
throwing it away in presents; but [
cannot say l have had much ex-
perience of that weakness. The new
brother who had come with them was
a very different kind of man. / can
not say | took to him at first. He
was not a wealthy, simple minded,
lavish creature like his brother. He
was more like other people. Harry
Gresham was red and white,
like a girl, inclining to be
stout, though he was not
above thirty, and with the manners
which are, or were supposed to be
specially English - downright and
straightforward Gerald was a few
years older, a little taller, bronzed
with the sun, and bearing the indie
scribable look of a man who has
mixed much with the world. l look
ed at LOttie Stoke when | made my
first observations upon the stranger,
and saw that she, too, was locking at
him with a strange expression, half
Of repugnance, half of wistfulness in
her eyes. Lottie had not done her
duty in the way of marrying, as she
ought to have done, in her early youth.
She had refused very good offers, as
her mother was too apt to tell with
a little bitterness. Now at last, when
things were going so badly with the
family, she had made up her mind %
try; but when she did so she expected
a second Harry Gresham, and not
this man of the world. She looked
at him as a martyr might look, stand
ing on the edge of a precipice.
gathering up her strength for the
plunge, shrinking, yet daring every
thing. My party was quite dull for
the first hour, because of this pause
which LOttie made on the brink, for
she was always the soul of everything.
When / saw her all lat once rise up
from the chair where she had been
sitting o~bstinately beside old Mrs.
Beresford, and go up to Mrs. Gresh-
am, who was standing aside with her
brother -in-law, looking on, / knew
she had made up her mind at last,
and taken the plunge. An expe-
rieneed rich young man Of the nine
teenth century, L thought to myself
she might spare her pains.
just at that moment | saw the gor-
geous figure of John Thomas appear
at the end of my lawn, and a sudden
flush of anger came owe me-. L got
up to see what he wanted, thiHking
they had sent him back again,
Notwithstanding my refusal. But
just before ! reached him [
perceived hat his errand was
to his master, to whom he gave a
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at my side. He ran his eye over the
message, and muttered something be-
tween his teeth. and grew red all over
in Indignation or trouble. Then, see-
ing me, he turned round. with an
effort. with one Of his broad smiles.
" Business even in the midst of
pleasure" he said. Is it not too
bad?"
IF it is only business" said I.
Whenever [ see one of those teleg raph
papers, it makes my heart beat. |
always think somebody is i'll or dead"
"ORly business, by Jovel' said
Harry. His voice was quite subdued,
but he la~ughed-a laugh which sound
e3 strange and not very natural.
Then he gave himself a sort of shake,
and thrust the thing into his pocket,
and offered me his arm, to lead me
Back to my place. by the by" be
said. Il am ready to quarrel with
you, Mrs. Mulgrave. When we are
50 near, why don't you let US be of
some use to your 1t would be the
greatest pleasure both to Ada and
me"
80, thanks; but indeed I don't
want any help" cried, abruptly
to a sudden stop before Lady Denzil';
chair.
You are so proud" he said with
a smile, and so left me to plunge into
the midst of the game, where they
were clamoring for him.. He played
all the rest of the afternoon, entering
into everything with the creates
Shirt; and yet | felt a little disturbed
Whether it was for Lottie, or wheth,
or il was for Harry Gresham, l coulC
not we'll explain to myself; a feeling
came over me like the feeling will
which one sometimes wakes IN tn
morning. without any reason for 1T
an uneasy restless sense that some
thing somehow was going wrong.
The Greshams were the last OF m
party to 20 away, and / went to tn
gate with them, as / had a way c
doing, and fingered there for a fey
minutes in the slanting evening light
1t was nearly seven o'clock, but the
did not dine till eight, and were in n
hurry.~She wore a very pretty dress
one of those soft pale grays whie
soil if you look hard at them-an
had gathered the long train over he
arr like a figure In a picture; fo-
though she was not very refined, Ad
lN-rahn m NUnG NOT n unlUar xvon,an .
trail her dress over a dusty road. Sh
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