Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1873-11-06
MISS GURNEY.

she l1Vcu dl OdTOlluc IldCc, NlcCHlcH'
burg Square; and had known her all her
life; not very long life as counted by
years, and yet long enough to her to make
even those who loved her thank God when
her sad story was ended and she had gone
to her rest.
What that story was 1 am going to tell
you in as few words as may be.
Miss Quincy was the only daughter OF
the senior curate at neighboring chapel;
and as she was born at Caroline Place, so
she died there.
Her parents were not rich; senior GU
rates seldom are; but the wife had little
property of her own, and they managed
to keep a tolerably comfortable household,
and do wonderful amount of good in the
neighborhood, which, as perhaps you
know, is about as poor and dreary a one
as can well be found in any respectable
part of London; yet don't think any of
those friends who sat at the curate's pleas
ant tea-table, or heard him preach at the
chapel, cared whether his spoons were
only plated, or his SUPPLIES darned in
more than one place, even though they
might not know that the money which
would have bought silver and new linen
had gone to feed the hungry and clothe
the naked.
In this home Catherine Quincy grew
up, and as, when she was wee girl OF
three, and I dumping boy of ten, we
were wont to run and play in Mecklen-
burg Square of an afternoon, think am
justified in saying l had known her all
my life. Nevertheless, we never became
friends until returned from Paris
to practice as q surgeon in her fathers
district, and found Miss Quincy tall,
elegant young woman of one-and-twenty,
with 1.-THE, slim figure, fair skin, bright
brown curling hair, very sweet, truthful
gray eyes, and a voice whose exceeding
melody softened the firmness of her mouth
and chin.
OF course fell in love with her; and,
with the object of making her fall in love
with me, became SO frequent visitor that
j might be said to have lived almost more
in Caroline Place than at my own res
idence in Guilford street round the cor
iner.
The first thing this intimacy taught me
was the fact that Miss Quincy was in love
too-not with me, but with young lieu
tenant in the Hussars, who used to visit at
the house almost as frequently as myself.
He was not aware of his victory himself,
although he paid passionate court to her,
and used to rave about her sweet face, her
gentleness, her grace, when we walked up
and down the square enjoying nocturn-
al cigar before going our several ways
home; which walks were anything but q
pleasure TO me, for did not like the man,
and he was as unaware of that fact as OF
the other; though now and then, when
his jealousy had been reused by her
friendlincss with me, he would hardly
speak TO me for days together.
And yet there was something pleasant
about Lieutenant Scarsddle. He was tall
and good looking, and had dashing sort
of way with men, q winning manner with
women, which most people found irresis-
tible. Miss Quincy was among the mum.
Der, and l found it out after she had
refused to become his wife. Before that
she was even more easy and cordial with
me than him but afterwards her manner
had sort of wistful tenderness when she
spoke to or looked at him, which betrayed
her secret to me if to no one else.
have heard since that she refused him
twice. He came of q fast, fashionable
family, and was well known to be the re-
verse of straitlaced himself Indeed,
little way that he had, when he was alone
with one, Of making small, boastful allu-
had believed in him, was in my mind one
of the most obnoxious traits in Lieuten-
ant Scarsdale's character. don't know
whether he exhibited it TO Miss Quincy
but think, much as she loved him, she
felt afraid to trust her happiness in hands
80 alien. Besides, she did not like To
leave her parents, who idolized her; 90
she said 1No," and Scarsdale, whose pas
sion was of that sort which lives on the
chase only. worked on her womanly pity
and unspoken love to let him retain his