The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1874-12-31

young, tall, broad-shouldercd, with
cropped head. low forehead, large nose,
heavy jaw, and clean, hairless face, Just
the type of the muscular, brainless, self
opinionated young Briton Of the nineteenth
century-standing in the opening.
Our dance, Miss Stuart. | think, y
called the "heavy." taking note mean
while OF the pa1i q deus before him, Been
looking ior you everywhere. Mrs. -
what-do-youcall her ?--your chaperon,
said you were in the other room"
''Our dancem repeated Helen, reluct-
antly. Percy Lennox had otfended--ot
tended grievously-but she had not the
heart to leave him thus I'll think
not"
Not doubt OF it. There's your name
on my card-Iancers Set just forming
now. Come along"
suppose give you q waltz instead, :"
she said, with the sweet winning smile
which most assuredly deserved Percy's
epithet false at that moment Il am
SO tired, and | can't bear the 'Lancers tn
Cant you9 Glad I'm not one Next
waltz then. Pom my word. think you're
right; such lot Of old cate always in the
square dances-makes them SO beastly
disagreeable. Much nicer out here
He had planted himself on the vacant
seat, laying one broad reddng hand Oh
the balk OF Helen's chair, and evidently
meant to remain. Something like q shiver
ran through the frame Of the man whose
eyes We're again gazing at the park trees.
halt in temper half in disappointm ent,
Helen rose from her seat
You can wait for me here. then. she
said, coolly II shall go inside I'm
chilly
Are You? Let ne take YOU to Mrs
hat's-hcr-name (Why did not Percy
otfer2 One whispered word might have
set all to rights Saw her moment
ago in there
The great tleshy arm in its broadcloth
covering was thrust out, and Helen laid
the tips of her whte-gloved fingers upon
It, One must conform to the proprieties,
even though all ones future has Just
crumbled 10 pieces under ones very eyes.
81 wish YOU would remember names,
she said, pettshly. They were leaving
the balcony and Percy had never looked
round. I'm sure Mrs Duncan wouldn't
be pleased to hear herself called Mrs.
what -heI-name."
So beastly hard to recollect names
You don't mean to say Mrs Donovan's as
touchy as all that, though, do YOU ?"
'D-u-n-o-a-n, Duncan spelt Helen
what somewhat acrid distinctness. Yes.
she is, Mr. Stanhope, think I'm too tired
to dance any more" And then she sat
down under her chapernns wing, and
struggled hard with great, wild desire to
burst out crying. Percy had lett her; ana
cL, III :.
Il can never cease thanking Heaven
my child, for the escape You have had in
Percy Lonnoxs fckleuess. have heard
about him at last, and have done nothing
but rejoice ever since that your little
Irritation came to nothing serious They
say he is leading q shocking Iite-quite
out OF our set, thank goodness Indeed,
he has become quite unpresentaDle, lives
somewhere in the East end-Ball's Court
think they call it t?-tancy. what place
writes for low paper, and drinks and
does all sorts OF dreadful things. His poor
old uncle is quite in despair He said to
me himself, "Why didn't Miss Stuart mar
ry him ?" How glad am YOU did not
They do say he had an attack of deliyia2n
- SpulEIllQQ
or another now He is completely lost
you see and must say never was So De-
ceived in young man, really was fond
OF Percy, but Ot course one must cut him
now, &c. So ran the tenor of q certain
letter held by Captain Stuart Que morning
in the first week Of October-the person
to whom it was addressed halt-stting
halt-kneehng on the floor at his feet, her
beautiful face hidden on his hnees, and
her whole figure shaking with ill-repressed
sobs,
GONE, Helen, Helen. don't weep =,
said her brother, soothingly. What is
it you want me to do. and when did this
reach you?"
"Ihree day ago, answered poor Helen,
through her tears and then told papa
all just as [ have told YOU, and begged
him to let me come up to town and see
you. And at first he was angry with Percy
and wouldn't afterwards, when he
saw how unhappy l was he would come
himselt-only YOU know his rheumatism
prevented him And oh, Harry, Harry. il
is all my doing He said had ruined
him, and | hayer'
"A man must be absurdy weak to let
any girl ruin him, | thought Lennox had
better stuff il him. said her brother.
Though, indeed, he added, with iraternal
testiness, II should never have dreamt YOU
had no more sense Helen, than to listen
to the enyious tongues ofa pack of women.
There don't cry, there a dear girl It's
awtully sad but We'll bring him back
only what am l to do? Go to him ! can t
very well; tor you see he has avoided me
so markedly. | was offended, and we had
few Words-nOt on your account, but
his own folly-and the fact is, we don't
speak now Shall | write ?"
mo, Harry; let me, / want to send
only one line, just to ask him to come
here, and-it he does, YOU will let me see
him, won't you?"
40 you know how much such an act
compromises you, Helen a"
" es"
And my father is willing"
Yes, Harry, he knows that THAT |
love Percy, and he loves me SO much that
he no longer withholds his consent"
The girls cheeks were crimson now
but her eyes looked up simply and fear
lessly enough and to plain honesty of
those beaming ewes Harry Stuart answer
ed as plainly:
''iu ooN II anu Nllte our Itll6f-~O0IF
don't make it ten yards long
1t was an unlucky provision. for it made
Helen SO nervous and timid that when.
after at least p score Of attempts, her
letter was written it contained only these
words:
Dear Mr. Lennox: Win you come and see
me l am staying with Harry, and should like
to see you Very much. Harry sends his love.
HELEN STUART.
Percy Lennox little knew how many
tear-blotted letters, ending more or less
afectionately, had been torn up before
That bold, curt little epistle was dispatch
ed, or what loving, womanly heart was
beating for his presence. Had ii been
otherwise, his answer might have been
different
Ny dear Miss Stuart: Thank you for kind
note and invitation, the latter of which, how
ever, [ do not feel at liberty to accep. for rea-
sons which 1 have no doubt yop and your
brother will fully understand. am, yours