The Shasta courier., 1872-07-13
what We like in this world pleaded Bessy,
with troubled look shining in her tender,

garnet brown eyes.
Easy philosophy for you'll
And The young man flung down his
stem of blue-bells.
Il suppose you would like to have me
break stuues upon the roads. l thought
you at least could sympathize with the feel
ings Of gentleman
SO do, Paul; but I belive in the
Scripture doctrine of mans doing with
all his might whatever his hands 6nd to
do
I see how it is,' said Paul Estcott,
haughtily; you are weary Of our engage
ment; you want to break the wordy fetters
that bind you. Very well so let it be.
You are freep
Aud he sfrode away over the high grass,
mutteriDg to himself something about 'hav-
ing suspected how it would turn out, ever
siuce Norton Van Brugh had come down
from London to sketch the scenery and
thru the heads of all the girls
Bessy Hay made a step or two to over
take him, but she checked herself in an
instant, with scarlet stain on her cheek
and gathering mist in her eyes.
He ought to know better, 81 e thought,
'and he does. No; l will not follow him.
He will come back to Inc when the momen-
tary pique has worn itself away
In the meanwhile Paul, vauIting over
the low stone wall few PAGES below, had
very nearly stumbled over the PROSTATE
form Of man lying among the red clover
blossoms, 10 the island of shade cast by an
outrageous tree, and reading.
'Mr' Van Brugh.'
The young artist glanced up with sort
, of lazy scorn showing under bis long dark
eye.lashes. Paul bit his lip.
Engaged in the noble occupation of
eavesdropping, eh? he uttered.
'Come now, Estco.t, don't be crusty /
didn't mean to overhear your conversation !;
but what was f,llow to do? This is the
jolliest place en- the whole farm, and
wasn't to blame because Miss Hay came
out'looking like Hebe's self, to gather red
curraDts, and you followed, like her shadow.
Come, let's 20 down by the trout stream,
and talk over matters and things in gener-
al. Are you really in earnest about want
ing something to doT
of course L am
TheL suppose you just glance over this
letter that received this morning from
my uncle. Nv no idea of expatriating my
self among the pig tailed celestials Tor all
the fortunes that ever were made. But
tor an ambitious man-Kead the letter.
that's ALL
Paul Estcott obeyed, almost dazzled for
the moment by the brilliant prospect it
seemed to open to him.
You really give me the privilege of
accepting or refusing this situation ? he
exclaimed.
81 really do; and, considering that l
don't want 1t myself, it is no very great
stretch OF generosity on my part. Only,
you see, you have to decide at once, aud
be in the city to report yourself at my uu-
cle's counting house within tour-aDd-twenty
hours.
Paul sprang up, flushed and eager.
IN do It. I'll show Bessy that am no
do nothing after all, when motive really
worth my while presents itself. But, glanc-
ing ut his OLD fashioned silver watch, which
cuLtrasted 50 markedly with Mr.. Van
Brugh's elegant full jewelled chronometer,
have no time to lose
Not second
But my trunk p
You can get what you need in town my
uncle supplies the outfit
And Bessy?'
write to her tonight; my uncle will for
ward the letter under cover to me, and l will
see that she gets it,
Paul E>tcott wrung his companions hand.
You are very kind, he said, huskily.
Il had almost grown to regard you with dis
trust
Van Brugh laughed showing his dainty,
pearlwhite teeth under brown mustacbe.
Never judge by appearance. be said
Take my word for it. Miss Hay will excuse
all lack of ceremony when she learns ALL
Mr. Van Brugh accompanied Paul to the
railway station, and saw him off with ii
smiingly uttered profusion OF good wishes.
| The best friend fellow ever had ! thought
Paul as the train moved of.
| Bu be could not see the sardonic grin in
to which the curves oi the farewell smIle
altered when the little country station was
left once more to silence and "nelipess.
Now SAID Norton Van Brugh, l shall
haye the field all to myself. Strange how
fascinated have allowed myself to become
with mere country girl But there certain
ly is ST mething very winning in her type of
beauty
Be-sy Hay never answered Paul Estcott's 6
farewell letter nor did the latter once sus
prct that it was because Mr.. Van Brugh
never had delivered IT.
Paul firing up under the fevered impulse
Of his old enemy, Jealousy, took refuge in
silence. Nor did long epistle from his
Aunt Jemima. which contained more news
-possihIe, probable, and impossible-tha
any government bulletin, serve to cool the
| flames.
Folks say wrote the epistolary spinster,
that Eliza Hav is going to marry the widow
er, Sinclair, because he's rich. There was
a deal Of talk about her and that young Van
Brugb, but be went away all Of q sudden
folks thought it likely with flea 10 his ear
Eliza knows pretty well which side her bread
is buttered on, and Sinclair can't live long
with that cough Of his.
| Il was M wonder then that when pretty
Be-ey Hay made an excuse to come to Aunt
Jemima's and asked wistfully and with q
certain quiver 10 her voice if ParPs 10 tel
contained no message for her. the elder J
gussipmonger answered:
Dear. me, no Yv9. didn't expect to bear
did soaT go