The enquirer southerner., 1874-12-25

Is None. "a. J. gseg.l} .t.,17.,. r-
The color faded from Romney's
cheek, leaving a dull, deadly palea
ness behind. lie clasped his hand
involuntarily over bis heart.
so be it, he murmured, in a
strangely changed voice. And
now. ho,t for Europe; this country
no longer holds charm for me-
Daisy lost her cousin, yet she had
the malicious satisfaction of know-
ing that Belle Loclain had lost
something nearer. =
Three years after. Mr.. Nor
daunt's elegant drswing.rooms were
brilliantly lighted up one night, as
Romney Elting paid his respec,s,
with easy courtesy, to his pretty,
silly little hostess.
4 am glad you came tonight,
Mr. EIting. Your cousin, Miss
Marsh. is to, be here.
Indeed! I haven't seen Daisy
since my return l.
Romney Eiting's tongue seemed
rmisten with sudden palsy at that
instant. He had caught sight of q
tall, slender figure in black at the
end of the room, with two or three
children clinging to her.
'Who is that lady, Mrs. Nor
daunt? That one sitting behind
the piano ? Surely not
That? oh, that is Miss Lo>
CLAIM, our governess. lbelieve you
did know her once, before her faith
er failed. Quite a nice creature
and the children are so fond of her.
Romney Elting walked straight
across the room: there was a
magnetic influence in the pale cheek
and downcast eye of the fragile
governess.
Miss Loclain, have you forgotten
an old friend?
4 do not easily forget the few
friends have left, Mr.. Elting.
Il am glad to see you, Miss Lo>
claim he resumed; more so than /
ever thought / could be again 4.
'Why?' she asked, raising her
frank eyes to his face. She colored.
because since yourejected me
+ Rejected you, Mr.. El,ing!'
well, declined to answer my
note, then-it amounts to the same
|, thing 49,. 4
ceived a note from you =
Did not my cousin give you a
note from me the evening before l
sailed for Europe ?
Certainly not,
Then, Belle, you did not know
how dearly I loved your
4 never dreamed it, Mr. Elting.
Some treachery has been prac>
ticed on US 5oth,' he murmured,
"a treachery that nearly cost me 8
life's happiness. Tell me, Belle, is
it too late to plead my cause ! for
love you more than ever dearest.
The dark Spanish eyes filet
with tears; the ckeek grew crimson
and then pale again.
Speak, dearest; tell me that
may hope
'Romney, she murmured, 4 have
loved you ever since you went away
1 love you still
And then Miss Daisy Marsh en-
tered, tired looking in her pale
blue dress like morning itself. SD'
was surprised to see the perfect un
dersssnding which seemed to b
established between her cousiI
Romney and Mrs. Mordaunt's pal
goyerness..
'Romn ~ she whispered, at the
first opportunity she had of ex
chsnging a word with him, 'yo'
surely are not going to throw your
self away on that girl
My dear Daisy said Romuey
serenely, we have picked up tt
thread of affairs just where it wa
dropped, when you neglected t
deliver my note three years age
Be easy, Daisy; your maneu
vreing is all discovered, and furtl
er remark ON your part is unnecess
ary. unless you wish your condue
exposed TO the world.
Daisy covered under his ster
glance, and when, two or thre
weeks subsequently,, she receive
the wedding cards of Mr.. and Mr.
Romney Elting, she contentsd her
self by saying:
'Romuey was always odd; but
after all, Belle is a very sweet girl
Poor Daisy! 1t was very har
for her to sink into old maidhoo
while Belle Loclain wasi a happ
wife; but there seemed to be L
help for it.