The weekly Louisianian., 1874-03-07
HIS JUST DESERTS.
81 MARI REED cRoYELL.

Alckcrln93through the glossy horse
chestnut leaves; one stay beam
slantingg athwart the piazza of tht
Mirabeau Hotel, at the very feet o.
Horace Kent. s.-.. .
A kingly sort Of fellow-as fara
personal went; q young man with
t.wny hair and beard, and bright
blue eyes, that had a certain
listlessness In them: and a peculiar
sclf-assured expression on his fair
blonde face.
A dashing sort Of fellow, who
had, in the six weeks at the quiet
countryside hotel, taken captive
not only Ada Burton's heart, but
the hearts'of several other girls.
He knew it we'll enough; he had
often and often watched the kind
ling bloom on Ada's face, and seen
tho quick ayerted glance she gave
him-or did not give him. :
It was very pleasant, very
pleasant indeed, only he wished to
himself, as he sat lazily lolling in
the rustic chair on the piazza, that
Ada was not SO desperately smitten;
that she would not be in q hurry
for tho proposal he knew she cx-
pected, and which he certainly
meant to honor her with in his owl
good time.
Meanwhile, it was very delightful
to be lawfully, If not morally, priv
ilcged to firt with proud, marble
faced Stella Urivin, Or the charming
Mrs. Darlington, both Of whom
seemed fully to appreciate his
aristocratic attentions.
He was selfish--that has already
been seen; he thoroughly liked his
own way, and hated to he tbored'
even by the society of ladies, when
he was not in the hu.nor for it;
even now this very minute, the
sound of light laughter from some
latticed window annoyed him,
especially as he thought it was Ada
Burton's voice.
He threw. his morning papers
half-impatiently on to the piazza-he
was too lazy, too good-naturcd to be
wholly, genuinely out OF sorts-and
adj usted his Panama-so becoming,
and ho knew it-fora stroll off some
where, where he could be utterly,
entirely alone.
A certain secluded spot, a mile
beyond the courthouse, he knew of a
velvet-turfed lawn, overshaded with
with low spreading apple tress, and
completely shut in by a thick
underground of bushes, high as a
mans head.
He sauntercd round the turnpike,
and climbed q fence to gain admis-
sion to the rural spot, the Gun was l
terrible hot, and the cool grass
delightfully."- refreshing, with the
thick, leafy canopy overhead, and I
the fragrance of the apples on the t
drowsy air. 1
He threw himself at full length !
on the grass, his hands for a pillow {
under his head-utterly regardless G
Of his immaculate linen suit, two |
hours earlier fresh from the hands Il
If the laundress. a
1T is tho perfection of n mid &
summer day. woman, with all b
Ter fxin's and furbalcws could not b
'egin-Hello? contound' emil"
Two voices, vrecisely opposite a
i'm, on the other side Of the thorn h
slnote his enraged cars. h
"Delightful? 1t is hot enough to "
nelt any one-unless it's that g
of yours, Ada; he II
|osent seem to care at all for the
eat" y
It was May Voici who spoke-a
ervous, ready-tongued little witch, I
lent's especial aversion. Mrs. q
lille Carlington's sweet, gracious al
oice-perhaps like all widows's
oices, slightly affected-rebuked w;
lay Voici. il,
I'm, arm you ashamed to call MIR. Ill
.ent a salamander! I am sure he
only fortunate in the extreme if IN
, can endure our fearful American be
MINERS" T.,
Mrs. Darlington had crossed the :
can on her bridal tour, and left no on
unspared to refer, ever rel
vaguely to that fact. -:
"Well,"-and a strong, fresh tin
ice Horace Kent recognized as wo
'rtha Lyon's--"whatever Mrs.
thinks of little Mays the
inion Of the gentleman under sci
'cussion she certainly will be ho~- De
ed when I express my unqualified Ly
inion and say I think MI. Horace to
mt m unmitigated rascal"
silence that was almost heard vo,
her bold speech, and Mr.. /
Mt stroked his mustache, compla- me
lily, and remembered he had r
her sighted Miss Lyon at the han
:, tho night before, which doubt rad
accounted for her opinion. {"
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