Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-11-21
"Jeannette and JeannOt."
BY JUSTIN MCCARTHY.
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The girl had her head bent down
When she looked up again William
: Hepworth was no longer near. 81
trivial are often the first impulses o
most of'us on the gravest occasions
that the sensatian which Instant,
flashed up in Eva Tresilian's breast
was one Of anger at Wills rudencss
in leaving her there alone-not hii
leaving her az her lover, and re-
nouncing any claim to her affections
but simply his walking out of that
room, and going away without even
giving her his arm to conduct her
back to the room they had Quilted.
"Captain Dartwell would not have
been guilty of such rudeness," the
girl thought, and petulant tears
started to her eyes.
At that moment came Captain
Dartwell himself in quest of her.
He gave her his arm, and they walk
ed up and down the cool, almost
empty hall several times, and Eva
forgot all about Will Hepworth.-
They talked about Dartwelrs immi-
nent departure, of the possibilities
Of the campaign, Of the chances
that they two might never meet
again he spoke gravely, she sadly I;
they talked sentimental talk-al-
most, indeed, lovers talk-but still
nothing was said of love. Dartwell
did not approach any thing of the
kind. Eva expected every moment
that the declaration-the proposal,
which she believed inevitable, for
which she had given up, in antici-
patton, every thing-was coming at
last; and it never came. This was
their actual parting, their farewell
interview. They would probably
never be alone again before his de-
parture. He knew and she knew
that alike understood this to be their
adieu scene, and he never said a
word of love. Nay, as if he wish
ed to free himself distinctly from
any possible obligation, he took oc-
casion to say, when speaking with
careless gloom of the prospects of
the war:
"You see, Miss Tresilian, have
one great advantage over many of
our fellows. If 1 should drop, it
really doesn't much matter. No
body will care much. AS the
younger son, am not much Of an
object of interest to my father; and
as am not marrying man, nothing
that happens to me will break any
lady's heart. If it were your friend
Mr.. Hep worth, now, every body
would feel conc erned because of the
girl he left behind him. But 1 can
go in without any such sense of re-
sponsibility, and draw fire from the
Russians without the slightest COM
junction"
Poor Eva! She could hardly
keep from bursting into tears. The
interview was over, and
this was how it ended! They left
the hall almost Immediately after
,hese words were spoken, and re-
urned to the crowded room. Their
absence had been noticed; their re-
;irement had created sort of sensa-
ion. AS they came in--Eva lean.
ng on Captain Dartwelps arm, her
eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed,
, er lips quivering-cvery body, GER
;ainly every woman, in the room
mentally said, ale has proposed for
Ter, and she has accepted him, of
And several wondered
whether they would he married be-
ore he went to the Crimea, and
if so, she would go there
With him.
One of her closest friends, Annie
'restwich, contrived to get seat
'eside Eva presently, and in the
owest and softest of whispers ask
d,
"May 1 congratulate you, Eva
lear Z"
Eva turned a sad, wild, wonder
ng look upon her, and could make
10 reply, and Annie withdrew, be.
vildered.
That was miserable night for ;
eva. She tossed and turned, rest.
ess and hopeless, in her bed; and {
'nly fell asleep for an hour or two
IS morning drew near, to awake
With a start to the consciousness
hat she had played all her love and
Ter hopes on one stake deliberately,
md had lost. 4
Gradually the truth became