The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-09-16

seen. After dinner, while Lady Gwynne
was discussing the projected club with
Gne most polite appearance of interest,
SIR Fairfax was showing Christine pic
lures and photographs, and a thousand
pretty things.
L know you sing" he said presently,
40 come to the piano. love singing
better than anything"
After little hesitation she acceded.
Eand seating herself at the piano, SANE
Schubert's " Adieu."
! She had sucha sweet, touching voice
and Sir Fairfax sat with his head bnriod
IN his hands almost wishing ESQ he felt
the pathos of her singing) that he had
not made hisrequest. Yet, when the SONG
was over he eDtreated eagerly for another
and Lady Gwynne added her solicitations
so warmly that Christine sat on at the nj.
ano, singing song after song until the boy
was announced
You will come again, will you not,
Mrs. ThelIuson? Lady Gwynne whisp-
cred secretly, while the Misses Ross were
engaged with their muff1ers (; "you must
spend long day with me-"
" | shall be very glad indeed, Christine
answered.
The following Sunday Sir Fairfax walk
ed home from church with Christine and
her aunts, to their unbounded delight.
A few days later, Mrs Thelluson had
letter by the morning post asking her to
spend the day, and said carriage would
be sent at twelve in case of her accepting
Christine went to equip herself with a
heart more full of gladness and sunshine
than it had been for many a long day
And when she stepped into the low phae.
ton with beautiful brown ponies that Lady
Gwynne had sent, she felt as if there was
a good deal of brightness left yet in the
much abused old world. 3a
That day seemed to Christine almost
the happiest she had ever spent in her
life. Lady Gwynne was so sweet and
kind, and Sir Fairchild took so much
trouble to amuse and emit tain her, that
she went home in the evening quite radi-
ant with pleasure.
Thus itfrequently happened that Sir Fair
fax ana Christine were left to spend
whole afternoons and evenings together,
the happiest hours of their lives.
The next time Christine was at Dyo-
mesne he said to her:
az have friend coming the day after
tomorrow-to stay some weeks
Have your" replied Christine, and
her face fell. 81 am sorry know I
shan't like him, and he will interfere with
our pleasant talks"
Yes, you WILL am sure. asked
him almost onyour account, for hemust be
getting very tired of my society. He is a
young fellow, at least young in eompari-
son with me, and good looking besides"
care you SO old and ugly?" asked
Christine, naiVely.
II am very old compared to you Do
you know what my age really is, Mrs.
Thelluson? shall be forty in March, old
enough to be your father"
II don't like young men," said Chris
tine sententiousIy.
-" All but you'll like George Kennard-
every one does"
"The very reason why I should not"
+" All you won't say that at this time
next week." WV na
I shall not come to Dyomesne while
you have VISITORS" said Christine cap
tiously.
Oh, don't say that, Mrs. Thelluson,"
cried Sir Fairfax; It would be unkind;
| should feel as if had gone back to the
old life"
" I can't keep you from sad thoughts"
uttered Christine, wistfully, thinking of
that other woman
Sir Fairfax was silent.
Two days later, ST. George Kennard ar
rived at Dyomesne, and on the following
Sunday he was presented to Mrs. Thellu-
son after church. He fell in love with
her straight off, just as Sir Fairfax thought
he would, and did nothing but talk about
her from morning till night. The elder
man was quite ashamed of himself for
feeling so irritable at the constant reiter-
alton Of Christmas praises. St. George
did not say word with which he could
not agree ; but it Jared upon his feelings
to hear her praises from the lips Of anoth-
er man. And after all, Christine did come
to Dyomesne as much and more than u.s.
ual, and seemed to take pleasure in Mr..
Kennard's society. What wonder? He
was such merry, light hearted young
fellow, and tried so hard to amuse and
please her.
I'm only a wet blanket on them,"
sighed Sir Fairfax, and he would invent
excuses for leaving them, and make some
ridiculous pretext to himself about indul-
cling grief for his lost love in private
He would not have allowed even to him
self that he felt sharper pang at the
thought of st. George uttering tender
speeches to Chistine, and reading their
answer in her eyes, then he did for the
remembrance that Maud was hopelessly
parted from him.
81 wonder if he has asked her yet? I
wonder what she will say?" Knocked his
tormenting thoughts, and he would pace
up and down, putting irritably at his CT
gar, and looking at his watch dozen
times in half an hour.
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