The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-02-18

Nobody but her brother! All, you
pleased him too well. I see. Subtle
Mrs. Nitre! That's the answer to the rid
die. eh?"
He was very good to me, but" llit-
tie blushes chasing each other over her
face and hiding in the dimples.)
But you weren't in love with him
Mrs. Nitre was more scared than hurt?"
"No, l was never in love. But she was
very good, on the whole. She secured
me the place I'm going to. 1t wasn't her
fault if she thought couldn't resist the
temptation, being only poor govern
ess."
"And what did Mr.. Hughes say"
"He did not know her plans. He was
away shooting on q gentleman's place
somewhere"
The shooter shot! Poor fellow! He
will be sure to follow after you"
"No, indeed. He wouldn't know
where to find me; and he knows it would
be -"
"Love's labor lost, Well, I'm obliged
to Mrs. Nitre myself" said Jack.
"And don't owe her grudge," re-
turned Dawn Cabot. Undoubtedly Jack,
with nothing ahead in the world, and
slim prospects, with no profession in
hand, with the intention of throwing up
q sea-faring life at the first chance, had
no sort of right to say pretty things and
neat little compliments to this wait, Dawn
Cabot; to look too long into her soft,
shadowy eyes; to take her hand in his
and forget to drop it; to repeat in her
ear the love lore of the poets with ten
der emphasis and eloquent silences; but
perhaps the opportunity was too inviting
for youth to resist; perhaps this was
only one among his numerous f1irtations,
and perhaps he counted the cost and vol
UNFAIRLY relinquished love as too great .
luxury for one like himself. Be this as
it may, it was hardly necessary, at the
last moment, in the cross-lighted pande-
monium of the city depot, whittier he
had driven to see her safely on the train
1t was hardly necessary, Grandfather
Cheselden would have said, for him not
only to retain the hand she had proffered
to say good-by, but by sudden inspira-
ton of daring to take her into his arms
and kiss the pale, reproving face on lip
and brow and cheek, unless he meant
more than was spoken. Perhaps he felt
that actions spoke louder than words.
He meant, it is true, to write to her, he
meant to 60 and see her often, he meant
thousand things always with which
something else was sure to interfere.
Other affairs absorbed him, slipped in to
prevent his designs, till the impression
Dawn had created retired into the back
ground, and when he found it convenient
at length to seek her she was no longer
to be found; her employers had moved
away, and she had gone no one knew
whittier.
To do him justice, he did, indeed,
write to Mrs. Nitre, thinking she must
know the address of people with whom
she had been intimate enough to recon-
mend governess, but that lady vouch
safed no reply. 1t may be that this &C.
counted in degree for Jacks final cap
ture by the host of the Belgravias; if he
had given two women cause to expect
something more than pretty attentions
from him, let him by all means make
amends to one, since in the mind of the
other he must always remain something
akin to a villain. If less worthy mo-
tives weighed with him, he did not know
it, though there could hardly fail to be
much that was attractive to susceptible
mind in the elegance and luxury of the
Belgravias' surroundings, and youth is
impatient, we know, and believes the
happiness that loiters will never over
take it.
Well, Jack humored his grandfather
for the nonce and went to sea the third
time. 1t was the Eolus still, and when
the wind sighed among her shrouds it
seemed as if he heard Dawn's gentle sing
ing; in fact the ship was haunted by her
sweet presence, and he was glad when
the voyage ended and he could escape
his upbraiding thoughts in the whirl Of
society and life at the Belgravias', though
he had come to love the sea and had
found his vocation at last. But he had
arrived at the decision that he was not
dealing quite fairly with Emilia herself,
and he meant to be honest and tell her
that his heart had not been his own to
give, but if she could overlook that slight
omission on his part he should hope some
day, with her aid, to get the better of
this disability, and SO give her the
chance to take or leave him, with all his
imperfections on his head. Who knows
but he secretly hoped she would leave
him? The day was warm and sweet with
June roses as he rang the bell at Bel.
gravia Place.
Miss Emilia is in the garden" said
the servant. He would call her; but
Mr.. Jack preferred to follow her there
perhaps the fragrance of the flowers
might sweeten what he had to say.
Just the way with counting folks, u
thought the old servant; "they mostly
takes to gardening and that sort Of
trash" Down through the blooming al
leys Jack strobe, blossoms wasting at ev-
cry step, blue sky and sunshine SHIN
mering overhead in network of leaves,
the silver fretting of the fountain half
lost amidst the chirrup of birds calling
among the boughs, and gold-dusted bees
humming in the fower-cups. till he
reached the second terrace, where Emil
las gown of white seeded muslin be.
trayed her, reading novel in the sum-
mer-house.
Half an hour later pale woman went
aimlessly wandering down the same gar.
den path-a woman who idly dipped hel
hands in the fountain, and broke spray
of roses here to drop further on, as II
they failed to give her the consolation
she craved-a woman with sad, far
away look in her soft eyes, with weary
manner, as if life had lost it's flavor, but
must still be lived out faithfully alllthe
same. On she stepped, noiselessly brush
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