The herald. (Smyrna, Del.) 1870-1871, 1871-07-22

know that he YVES ma q enough to prefer
her dark ewes, and jet-blacl hair, to my
blonde beautyr'
The same evening Belle Loclain, un-
braiding the masses of dark hair that
hnd cleaned with pearls and opals,
raised her dreamy, Spanish eyes to the
glass before her-eyes that were dim
with unshed tears.
"He does not care for me-" she mur-
INJURED, "yet the world calls me beaui.
ful. Ali what care 1 for the worlds
admiration, as long as the only one fol
whose praise sigh, turns celdly from
me? suppose he will marry tina
hright-haired, tile cousin of his, and
they will he happy, While l."
She stepped abruptly, and hid her
sweet, flushed face in her hands.
"Well. Daisy?' eagerly asked Rom
ney Elting, as he met his cousin on the
stairs next morning.
"Well ,"
"Was there no answer?"
"None."
This color faded from Romney's cheek
leaving dull, deadly paleness behind.
lie cla>ped his hand involuntarily over
his heart.
$50 be it," he murmured, in strange
ly changed voice. "And now, no for
Europe; this country no longer holds u
charm for me-"
Daisy lost her cousin, yet she had the
malicious satisfaction of knowing that
Belle Loclain had lost something near
er and dearer still.
Three yenrs afier, Mr.. MorSaunt's ell
egant drawing-rooms were brilliantly
lighted ono night, as Remney Filing
paid his respects, with easy courtesy, to
his pretty, silly, little hostess.
II am so glad you came tonight, NJ.
Elting. Your cousin, Miss Marsh, is 10
be here"
"Indeed haven't seen Daisy since
my return; 1 -'
Romney Elting's tongue seemed smit-
tel with sudden palsy at that INSTANT
He had caught sight of a tall, slender
figure in black, at the end of the room,
with two or three children clinging 10
her.
"Who is that lady, Mrs. Mordaunt?
That one sitting beyond the piano p
Surely not -p
That? Oh, that is Miss Loclain our
govern. .ess. believe you did know her
once, before she failed. Quite nice
rreature-and the children are so fond OF
her."
Romnev Etng walked straight
across the room; there was magnetic
| influence in the pale cheek and down.
cast eyes of the fragile-loCking govern
ess.
"Miss Loclain have you forgotten an
old friend ?"
81 do not so easily ferget the few
friends have left. Mr.. Eting."
~ am glad TO see you Miss Loclain,'
he resumed; "more so than eve'
thought I could be again"
"Why2" she asked, raising her frank
eyes TO his face. She colored.
because, since yen rejected me-
"Rejected you, Mr.. Elting?"
"Wpll, declined to answer my note
then-it amounts 10 the same thing"
"Your nntel 1 have never received
note from you ~
"Did not my cousin give you mote
from me the evening before sailed fol
Europe? ?"
"Certainly not"
"Then, Belle, you did not know how
dearly loved your"
"I neve err dreamed it, Mr.. Elting."
"Some treachery has been practicec
on us both," ho muttered; "a treachery
that has nearly cost me life of happi
ness. Tell me, Belle, is it to late for M
to plead my cause? for I love you mor'
than ever, dearest"
Tie dark, Spanish eyes filled will
tears; the cheek grew crimson, and thel
paled again.
"Sppak, dearest; tell me that 1 may
hope"
"Romney," she murmured, II hav'
loved you ever since you went away;
love you STILL"
And when Miss Daisy Marsh entered
locking in her pale blue silk dress ant
pearls, like morning itself, she was very
much surprised to sec the perfect un
derstanding which seemed to be estab
lished between her cousin Romney anC
Mrs. Mordaunt's pale governess.
"Romncy," she whispered, at the mrs
opportunity she found of exchanging
word with him, "you surely are not go
ing to throw yourself away on tina
girl?" =.
"My dear Daisy" said Romney' Sc
, renely, tive have picked up the threa.
, of affairs just where it was dropped
when you neglected to deliver my not'
, three wears ago. BE easy, Daisy; you