The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1870-07-16

"ii'iL uii say
"She made most digniiicd courtesy,
and thanked me in the cest of tones but
was afraid that she would find too danger
Gus rivals i'll tiger shooting and pig stick
ing, to venture to entertain my proposal
| Numbered out that | would give up every
thing
"The deuce you did! That is better"
''But she quietly put 4 stop to it all, and,
wishing me goodnight, swept into the
into the house, leaving me more desperately
in love than ever"
Sandiland broke into a laugh, "My dear
: jim, don't think your case is hopeless, if
you only manage it rightly. Let me give
you some advice"
"Thank you, Fred, all the same as if l
took it; but I'd rather not. | know little
about women but do know this, that if |
cannot make your sister love me as am,
| won't under false prctences. l love her
well enough to give up my own tastes and
habits, but / can't so moaning about like
Il dyspcptic terrier
81 dare say you are right, Jim; anyhow
you know you have my best wishes for
your success
"Well, | must be off, and write some
letters; but do try and persuade your sister
not to venture too far from the bungalow
| have told Banda to keep a lookout for
the tracks of that tiger. He swears the
brute has swan back, and may not be seen
again for months; but still, she should not
expose herself
"Banda is right, There is no danger now
but why don't you ask Kate YOURSELF
But l must be off into town, and there
comes the horses. Dinner at half-past
seven, remember, and shall not see you
BEFORE
EverSley went with his friend to the
veranda, and watched him mount and ride
away followed by his syce, until their white
garments were lost amid the dark green
shadows of the palms. and turning with
half repressed sigh, re-entered the house.
He walked modify once or twice up and
down the long room, and then threw him
self upon a lounge, where he remained
buried in thought.
Erred is wreng,' he said at last, rising
restlessly: 81 have no chance-our tastes
are too different. And l was u fool to
think she could ever love fellow like me,
! who, at the best, was never half good
enough for her. 1t is sheer folly for me to
remain here any longer, eating my heart
away by dreaming of the happiness never
could have won. The mail steamer goes
tomorrow, and, by Jove, I'll go in herr
and he walked impetuously from the room.
Two minutes later a lovely face peered
through the folds of the heavy curtain
| that separated the music room-an alcove
that could only be entered from the larger
apartment-an Kate Sandiland, her face
struggling between bushes and laughter,
and yet with the suspicion of q tear in the
sweet gray eyes, fled lightly across the soft
mating, and sought refuge in her own
pretty morning room, where she sat for an
hour, silently gazing over the rich blue of
the strait, needless of the flashing glitter
of the sun upon the water, the simmer of
the leaves in the distant palm groves, or
the wild chorus of the native boatmen as
they pulled their cargoes of cocoa-nuts and
plantains past toward Penang.
At last q bright smile lit up the sweet,
firm outlines of her mouth, and rising, she
drew down, with an imperative motion,
the dark Venetian of the windows.
Eversley closed his last letter, and threw
it upon the cable.
81 have only to say good-by now, and
then another leaf in my life is turned.'
He stood for Il moment with his arms
resting upon the back of his chair, while
memory poured flood of rccollections
upon his mind-kate, their rides, their
walks, the echo of her songs, the flutter of
her dress among the jessamines, her happy
laugh-all came back to him with such
painful distnctness.
''Pshaw. Hulleo therer' he exclaimed,
going to the door. "Chitty, tell Banda l
want him."
"Banda," he said, when the shkarru
appeared, ''has the sea-breeze sprung up"
eyes, sahib, it is cool now"
"Well, then, get my gun, and we will
have another turn among the snipe. By
the-way, did you find any more signs of
the tiger this morning.
"No, sahib; he has gone back to his own
jungle"
"Well, bring Grouse with you; the old
dog is the steadiest retriever-and meet
me in q quarter of an hour Oh the front
veranda.'
AS Eversley appeared where Banda was
already waiting for him, he caught the
last glimpse of a dress disappearing down
one of the native paths.
"Who is that, Banda?''
"Missee Kate, sahib.''
Everscy thought for Il moment, then re-
entered the house, and returned with
double barrelled rifle, which he gave to the
shkarru.
We may come across some large game
he said; and, taking up his own gun,
walked rapidly away in the direction Kate
had gone, followed by Banda.
An hour and a half was spent working
up the edge of a swamp mile from Soonda;
and Grouse had been kept busy, when a
snipe rose some distance off. With a long
shot, Eversley brought it down; but the
bird lowered and pitched dead a hundred
yards farther on the edge of strip of
jungle.
The old dog was sent to retrieve it. As
they drew near the spot, and were feather
ing eagerly along the brush, the dog, with
a yelp and a growl, came racing back to
his master, his tail between his legs, and
every hair OH his body erect and quivering
with rage and fear.
"What's up now, Grouse ?' said Ever
sley, with laugh. $50 on, old dog
Seek dead
But the dog refused to move, replying |
with a deep grewl, and gazing intently at |
the jungle.
Eversley walked to the spot, with the |
view of recovering the bird and ascertain