The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1873-08-27

deien stafteu. cne was not used 10 re-
Dukes from her lovers, and instantly resented
this one by as dry and hard an answer.
AFTER what Miss jackson had just told u.s.
Yes Mr.. Ducie, do
"Then think you are very wrong, If you
will allow me to say So"
" You do not wait to be allowed; !" Helen
said haughtily then flushed up and softened,
like regular woman, into personal appeal.
"But could hardly make allowance, even
for you, Mr.. Ducie, whom we know to be a
brave man, if you did not hate cowardice at
least as much as do"
81 do--hate cowardice," he answered, with
an unwonted emphasis which struck us ALL
$50 much so, that do not like even to hear
the word applied to man who probably does
not deserve it.
"But if he does?"
"You have no proof that Captain Devereux
does
"Not Mary's story? Oh, Mr.. Ducie,,'
getting angry again, and her blue eyes
flashed impatiently), "you cannot get me to
look at bad things with simple Indifference.
The word may be ugly, the thing is much
uglier; and not even your eloquence Every
scornfully) "could make me regard coward
with any feelings but pity and contempt"
Zone word, he said, speaking with a sort
of forced calmness. Putting this NONSENSE
cal story Of Miss Jackson's on one side, would
you call man a coward because his courage
had failed him signally in one solitary in
stance?"
Ibit my lip. saw Helen was on her met
tie, and indeed her answer proved me right.
Decidedly | should. judge man,
heart by what he does, not by what he says
and the more sudden the CALL the more surel,
he acts by his natural instincts. One greate
than you or l said of His disciples, BY thei
fruits ye shall know them, and |, when SCI
man do a cowardly act, know he must b,
a coward at heart. You are making yourself
special pleader in very bad cause, Mr.. Ducie
Pray let us drop the subject You forget,
drawing up her head like an offended queen
that my father died before Lucknow, and
therefore it is not likely that his daughter
should have any sympathy for coward
al am sorry for it, he said. gravely 81
should have thought the fact carried its own
punishment heavily without Miss Cur
tbs, it wants ten minutes yet to the dressing
bell. May tax your patience for half that
time while l tell You a story?"
Certainly" she said, and sat down again
with little air of offended surprise.
made movement to go. observing that
l always knew Ducie was an uncommonly
brave fellow, but now had higher opinion
than ever of his courage, since saw him ven-
ture to brave SO very fiery young lady as my
cousin.
She smiled and blushed little at this,
dropping her face like lovely pink lily. He
only made gesture to stay me, and said -
81 would rather you remained, Fred. You
compliment me by calling me brave fellow.
Miss Curtis paid me a similar compliment
just now. I--but will tell you my story,
and then you shall tell me what you would
call the hero, and whether you could have any
kind feelings for such a person."
He spoke to me, but his eyes were on Hell
en- and | saw her whiten and finch as If
some one had threatened her with blow.
Like fool never guessed the reason why.
1.-TWO years ago." Ducie said, "a friend Of
mine and his servant were travelling in South
America. The former went abroad for his
health-not that he was i'll when the anecdote
am going to tell you took place. You will
please not make that excuse for him-he was
perfectly well and he took his servant with
him because the lad was so attached to him,
such faithful, true-hearted fellow that he
could not make up his mind to leave him be-
hind. 1t was scorching hot weather, such
heat as you may expect in country which
lies ON the southern border of Brazil and my
friend used to 60 every morning to battle at
the Plaza Ramirez large unshetered bay
about mile and half from the town. A
beautiful stretch of sand it was, the best
bathing place in the neighborhood; and yet a
very dangerous one for if you went outside a
certain number of yards you were liable to
get entangled in one of two or three conflict
ing currents, which in dead calm, you could
see curling about within each other like harm
less sea serpents but which, if they caught
you in their strong embrace, would assuredy
carry You out into the Atlantic, unless you
happened to be strong and clever swimmer.
"Well, one morning my friend and John
Barton, his servant, went to battle as usual
about seven oclock-a late hour in those eli.
mates, Miss Curtis, where most people start al
five, and where the sun is almost strong enough
to roast the brains in your head by eight. As
a natural consequence they found themselves
alone at the plaza, having met most of the
Montevideans returning. All the better
Englishmen are not fond of publicity, SC
you're aware"
"My friend went in first, leaving Barton to
watch his clothes, least any Of the small fry
from the negro hamlet of washerwomen above
the bay should come down and appropriate
the articles; and when he had sufficiently re-
freshed himself and emerged on the sands
| again, Barton went in for similar enjoy.
7 ment''
at could not possibly have been five min
| utes later. He had barely got into his clothes
when he heard a piercing shrek from the
water and turning, saw that Barton had dis
appeared The next moment, however, the