Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1873-11-29
LOST or WON AT WIMBLEDON.
81 shall look out for you at Wimble-

81 shall look out for you at Wimble
ton"
Those were his last words as he pu
her into her carriage after the Hor
woods pleasant dance; words that hat
dwclt in her memory moro than sh,
would care, perhaps, to acknowledge
And it was with undisguised pleasure
that she now turned to answer his eager
greeting.
Very pretty she .looled in her dainty
dress and ribbons; and so Ralph I,eices
ter thought when he met the earnest
glance of her gray eyes uplifted to his.
70 felt as though he could then and
ere have pledged himself her life,
ing slave, instead of pressing on about
Q heat and the shooting, aud thou.
.s.ld other commonplaces, which 60 to
make up an ordinary conversation. As
] it was, think his gaze was sufficiently
expressive, and that Margaret Dene ap.
p.eclated its silent eloquence quite as
much as she would have done more out.
spoken admiration.
They had met for the first time at a
picnic some two years before, and then
not seen each other again till the dance
/ have referred to; but each held a
lively remembrance of the pleasant day
spent together, and had been glad to
renew their acquaintance. Now they
seemed quite like old friends, and more
than one remark was made during the
day on the attention Leicester was pay
ing to that pretty Miss Dene while the
men wondered - they will do some-
times, what tlftt,il 7Ster found in her com
panion so attractive. Handsome young
exquisites looked down upon him from
the superiority of their good looks and
greater number of inches, and said that,
."by Jove she'd funny taste p reflect
ing, perhaps, on her apparent blindness
70 their perfections, and evident liking
for the "ugly little barrister." Ugly
l< aas but in spite of his plain face
ami somewhat short stature there was
talent and power in his strongly marked
features, and an understandable f-e.h..0so
and vigor about his character which
Margaret Dene at once recognized and
admired.
= No luncheon party could be merrier
than that which gathered in the tent Of
!. Charlie Es~A. captain of the - rifles.
Hiaowif fspfrts was CverAowing, and his
ts seemed to have caught the infec-
sNs II his gayety.
SoS. .\Sho knows whether the report is
4rue that Clara Rivers has gone off with
Tom Lightfoot of the Engineers?" asked
somebody.
"I do" answered Charlie. cold
Rivers told me about it himself this
IrPrning. He's furious, and says they
hll neither-5f them ever touch a
Of his money. BY the bye,
Ters, he added, turning round sud
upon a conceited, foOlish-looking
3 man at his side, "we ought to
le with you, I fancy; were you
her sweet in that quarter?"
q all, answered Travers, try
10 look unconcerned. "I-
gre only amusing ourselves. ="
Ne" said voice from the end
'attention without inten-
,sbody has defining flirting.
4 you though, old fellow, to
Son rs blind. Or perhaps
ETed 6f your ever coming to
&, Snd it's pique after all, that
heinto this marriage?"
yar of laughter followed this
Aarlie called tnr order, and
cw the cause of it.
HNger hear that story?"
% 'T fixing his nerciless
.nd, rs, who was. becom-
& a fore uncomfortable
"One evening, the
oyer our friend here
Ig,ps Charlie, and
nrder for heE