The Republican journal., 1870-08-25


''Thank YOU. know Captain IIav slightly
already"
When had taken a cup of coffee opened
the photograph album, which law on the
drawing-room table. Turning over the
leaves until came to one of Il tall gentleman.
with luxurious whiskers and a cruel mouth
| brought the book over to Bella Glare, and
simply said
Miss Clare, is not this Captain Hay, to
whom you are engaged"
An expression Of pain and ANNOYANCE
crossed her face
'Ycs; but | didn't want YOU to know
You will not be half as nice now''
Captain Hay and J are members of the
same club Why shouldn't be as nice now
as | was before l knew your secret ?"
20, you are one of those men who would
be squeamish about flirting with your neigh
Dor 5 goods, and now you will begin to sulk
and pout, and consider yourself ill used,
that-that we have been such friends"
L was silent. | was cut, cut to the very
soul. MIR. Clare here entered the room, and
we talked OF indifferent matters until rose
to take leave. shook hands with Mr.. Clare
and bowed to Bella. As walked towards
the hall door, heard n quick, light step
after me.
''Dear Mr.. Dalton, I am very sorry
There is no mischief done. is there? You
must shake hands with me-
did. | could not help it; but the VIM
pie all that night spoke in sad undertoncs,
not without certain 'Trrn again Whiting
tom strain through them, however.
Why didn't 60 back to town at once {?
My sub editor of the Macrosmic;cum wrote
for me twice. and still | fingered at the
Swan. making believe to try and catch trout
Both Hay and his fiance called to see me !;
to trout me out" Us Bella said; but I nursed
my grievances. | couldn't bear to look at
the couple together.
MY last evening at the Wimple. | stroll
down to the bank, having packed up my
knapsack for departure on the morrow
The sun has dropped below the hill; the
craik-crak of the rail, or the thin barking Of
distant dog, and the voices of men driving
cattle somewhere or other, touch me with II
kind Of regret like what one feels at the close
of u concert. walk up as far as the aldcrs,
and cross over on the plank. for from this
spot | can see Wimplc Lodge.
''Poacher again With night flies, moths,
and, for all | know, matches and a torch,
tor worse deeds when honest folks were in
bed -
MISS 1Etrt.
eyes, am no ghost. Here help me to
put 4 cast of these big evening flies"
''lIavc you any others2 don't think
these are quite the thing
80, yes; | took Charley's book from his
basket as he was snoozing with papa in the
dining room above. Let us see what he has
in it,"
As she opened the book picture tumbled
out and fell on the grass. | stopped down
and handed it to her
The moon was by this time shining so
brightly that you might read by it. Miss
Glare turned to me with hasty good night :"
and before ] could recover from my astonisll-
ment, had disappeared in the direction of the
Lodge. | had not even time to say ''good-
by as had intended.
About half an hour after | arrived at the
Swan, q messenger from the Lodge brought
the following note:
"WIMpLE LODGE, Tuesday Night
DEAR MIR. DMroN-Do not go away until
sec you tomorrow. BELLA CLARE.
What did the river say during the small
hours? know that could not sleep for it
until the cock crowed, and was late to break
fast. When | came down, my landlady, who
was indeed lord and lady of the Swan. told
me Miss Glare had been waiting for me for
half an hour. She was seated in the little
parlor and when [ entered she at once pull
e1 from her pocket the picture that had fall
en- from Hays t!y y-hook.
"Mr. Dalton" she said, you ar1 Z gentle
man, and rs gentleman | ask you to do me
a service, although | must grant YOU the
right to refuse answering me at all-if YOU
like
- Wll answer any question you ask me-
''You are acquainted with Captain Hay
Charle-in London ?"
YES"
You arc not intimate, but you know his
set ?"
Il know his set"
''And, SIR (You should see the violet eyes
on fire, and the little hands clcnched and
hear the stamp Of u stout booted foot on
the iloor,) 'knowing Captain Hays friends
and his acquaintance of this order"
(ilnging the picture on the table, ''you say
nothing of warning or caution to girl who
is going to marry him.
Ohod knows how unprepared | was for
This scene! Here was my little gray nymph,
my butterfly hunter. breaking out in COM
pletcly new stylc.)
at would be impcrtinent for me to int cr-
fere"
1T was cruel of you, Mr.. Dalton"
''Ladies are more merciful, Miss Glare
You have given me u lesson in kindness,
have you not?"
''Frank-Mr Daltonr'
''Well, Frank, am sorry more than | can
ell you for my folly. viii you help me to
break off with Captain IIay?'
''ile may have bought the carte in a shop.
The lady is as popular in the windows as the
portraits of the bishop of Oxford"
''No, mo- hate him! The creature has
written to him on the back of it,
81 would sooner see you the wife Of some
Dnc else, contess''
''Would you?''
The tone in which she spoke brought me
o her side. ''Bella"'
''Ycs, Frank
''Shall we 90 fishing, and talk it ovcr2n
You must lend me 4 rod and flies, then"
''Ycs; but you have not breakfastcd"
| went and poured out some tea, and got
ler 4 chair. We understood each other now
Is fairly and clearly as Undine and | did |
'ach other in that dream told you of.
Captain Hay, please, sir,' the landlady
announces at the door.
Bella bushes little. Hay is as cool as
possible. He sees the carte on the table.
md takes in the whole situation at q glance.
Captain Hay" commence,
''Stop," said the captain; cpl save you
ONE trouble, Dalton. Bella, | amt sorry to
'c off with YOU. l wasn't fit, an all that sort
# thing. Bless you both, my children! ~
nd was out of the room.