The Republican journal., 1874-06-11

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cried Norah Its splendid"
NV might practice mornings, and sur
prise Mr.. Pctersham and Lutte some eve
ning-if you'd like it,"
''Oh, immenselyh And Just then Aunt
Doldrum hustled in.
''Oh, Norah dear, YOU are such a goose,
dear; the surf was perfection :" she
gasped
But where is Martin o. asked her niece
-'and Lutte ?''
Il left them running up and down the
beach to get up their circulation
VERY WELL said st. Maurice; we
prefer running up down the scale. Each
to his taste. Shall we repeat that an
da}tc? ~ And they sang till dinner was
served-a ceremony which Mrs Doldrum
strictly observed; and it was not till they
were about leaving the dining hall that
Martin strobe in with Lutte on his arm, as
bright as a bubble with the sun in it, with
dimples breaking up the perfect oval Of
her cheek, and smiles corruscating about
the rosy mouth.
Its all Nj Petershams fault" dis
claimed Lutte "We'ye had no end of a
walk; but he was so cut up at your leav-
ing the sands before we were safely ashore
| NOIlI, tllat It NOWPu revenge
I'm afraid that he reven9ed himself
upon YOU" quoth Norah
"Oh, liked it T cried the candid girl.
"Perhaps that's what they mean when
they say revenge is sweet
And we haven't been idle, either dur
inc Your absence said St Maurice.
" No. indeed" protested Petersham.
Satan finds some mischief still for idle
hands to do, Norah, seems to me you're
looking pale
That's the proper color for torsaken
damsel, said Aunt Judith
I'm sure don't feel torsaken. hope
I'm capable of the sacrifice OF lending
Martin for u few hours, if any one wants
to borrow, laughed Noral.
ESPECIALLY when YOU have a hostage in
the shape OF Mr. St Maurice said Peter
| sham.
And exchange is no robbery sug-
gested Lutte. Will YOU pass me the
chowchow, Mr.-Martin, please? You
see. we've made an agreement this morn
ing Maurice, to call call each other by
our Christian names: its so much less
trouble, and never feel acquainted with
a person while mister him."
"Seems to me you're getting on toler-
ably fast with Mr. Petersham," remarked
St. Maurice
oh J was afraid you'd think Lutte too
lively you're 50 tastidious.' said the art
less Norah, on the way home. You are
always quoting hyronS lines about soft
voice in woman
II rather fancied that Mrs Angeline
was annoyed when Lutte and | walked
down on the rocks to make out that
strange light, chuckled Martin, still pos
sessed by his own thoughts, and deaf to
hers, perhaps Maurice didn't like ii
either"
"Ies.n said Norah, adapting herself;
Il remember that he said the rocks were
damp as death; and Mrs. Angeline re-
minded Lutte that she had slippers on her
feet"
And | took pains to observe that hel
shoes were not slippers-and thick at that =
Mr.. st. Maurice is an indolent sort o1
lover, l think
Hes nice sort Of fellow in his way
but no match for girl like Miss Chan
ming" said Martin, still busy with his OWL
tancies, "1'here is no sort of correspond,
ence in their tastes
wv hat Il pity = sighed Norah
After such beginning there was
naturally, no end to the intercourse be
ming and st. Maurice were at Rye, or Mar
tin and Norah We're over at Little Boar
Head There We're long drives together
and horseback riding for miles away, when
they would often get into an amiable snar
about the roads; and Petersham woult
be certain to agree with Lutte, and st
Maurice would suggest that each SHOULD
follow his own sweet will, and see who
reached home first On one such occasion
while Martin Lutte We're pursuing theil
own whim, which led them through ;
wood full Of twilight shadows, Lutte.
horse took the opportunity of shying At ;
blasted tree fallen across the path, anC
succeeded i'll throwing her over his head
She was in faint. to be sure, when Mar
tin reached her, but he brought some wa
ter in his hat from little stream thai
tricllled among the arrowheads the way
and he called help from a farmhouse AT
hand; but as she was pretty thoroughly
frightened, and refused TO mount the horst
again, it was late in the evening wher
they drove up to Terrace Hall in a hay
cart drawn by their two saddle-horses, the
only conveyance the farmer had been able
to offer them. And when the hay-car
drove up. Lute's laughter rang out like /;
peal Of bells
) GLOW we made folks cape said She
I'VE asked the way of every soul we met
just to hear the odd directions they'd give
it was always. Straight down the crooked
lane, and all around the square We
scared the horses with our melody rul
Wild and the wayfarers stopped to gaze
after us with omen mouth y
"1ou'll be the town talk, cried Mrs
Angeline disapprovingly.
Don't you think we had better &C
home now ?" asked Norah, timidly, com
ing forward after Lute's adventure had
, been rehearsed, ''Aunt Judith will be sit
) ting up for us. YOU know"
: 'Oh, Norah, is that you p he answered
II didn't think you'd wait for me. Yes,
suppose we must
Lets all ride over together in the hay
cart cried Lutte, clapping her hands
Come, Angelne, do condescend to be
rural for once, that's an angel'n
.You're 4 perfect madcap,@ said Mrs
: Angeline putting dignity into her pocket
and allowing Maurice 10 help her into the
cart.
They had been over TO the Shoals one
day, and Lutte had sat in the lovers seat
and a great wave had come up and touch
ed her feet. and Petersham had dragged
her away and scolded her and Norah had
looked on and listened, with a perplexed
wrinkle growing in her white forehead
Maurice thought but when they returned
to Rye, Petersham said
"1ou must sing to us tonight, Norah
I'm so miserable that nothing else will
answer"
Have You got q misery at your heart,
like Bridget ~
NO; I'm only tired of rowing as the
song says; i can struggle no longer, no
longer he hummed Come, Maurice,
you shall sing with Norah, and make the
charm completen
And as he had not made the request for
weeks, Moran rose gayly and opened the
piano, and broke into a charming little
aria like the ripple of rivulets in the sun
Then the two drifted from English ballads