The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1876-06-22

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full . No wonder she worshipped him.
But she looked up at last, heavy-eyed,
with quivering lips.
mo, don't say that, Llewellyn. Because
[ am old and poor and plain-only a gov
| erness. And you area Greer, the nob!est
one of proud family. You father would
wish me dead if he knew you said such
words to me. Is there not some other
way we can plan it? For do not wish
to go"'
Her face fell into her hands again Her
voice had broken upon the last word, and
sobs shook her delicate form from head to
foot.
Celeste, it is | who am not fit for you. .
was his only answer.
He held her in his arms. and kissed all
of her face that was not hid. Lovely lit
tie heart-the temptation was tco great
She yielded inch by inch-cluag to him at
last. giving kiss for kiss.
"Ony year older than L. That is not
very venerable Celeste,' he said, with a
smile.
The engagement was to be kept secret
for the present, and q plan to fulfill this
purpose was made
Llewellyn was to send for an aunt in the
South, Mrs Waltord, q widow.
Aunt IIeoise has been twice married
first to Deslonde, Of Baltimore She
has one child whom | have never seen-
daughter, l believe" said Llewellyn.
'.They W; i readily come here, for the sake
of relatio lship, the sea-air, and change"
A letter w S sent. Without delay, the
Waltords arrived at dawkeshome.
Mrs. Heloise had all the worst qualities
of the Greers She was brilliant, arrogant,
suave, selfish She dressed like queen,
and had a temper like a spoiled child
With all this, she was a good housekeep-
er, for the servants We're afraid of her,
and dared not disobey.
She instantly took the reins at Hawkes.
home, and drove all before her.
Flore, her daughter, was beautiful, ele-
CANT, Just seventeen years old. Quiet.
with almond shaped eyes. and an ndoent
smile
'Isn't she beautiful ~ asked Llewellyn,
coming to Celeste in the window that
night his eyes full Of surprised delight
Y our cousin-yes' Then she added,
softly: 81 wish | were pretty, llewellyn.'
You ?" with a look of surprise. 1t
would spoil your and he laughed aloud,
kissed her lightly, and went back to the
others.
He was much more with them than with
her, since it was necessarily part of the
programme they had worked out.
Still, as time pressed, Mrs Walford
found occasion TO say:
My dear Llewellyn, you treat Rae's
governess with marked consideration
II was not aware that my attentions
were observable" was the careless answer
"A very plain girl. lam fond OF pretty
seryants--it is one of my idiosyncrasies, "
observed the lady
1--WE value Celeste Tor her worth, and
her devotion to Rae, replied L!ewelyn.
''Homely people generally are very
good" returned Mrs. Waltord. "Flore is
going down On the rocks to see the sun
set Will you take her shawl, Llewellyn ?"
He sprang up. and Celeste, still sitting
at the window, saw the two going over
the illuminated rocks For one little mo-
ment she regretted her stpulation-that
the engagement should be held secret
No, it is better not to be stared at
commented on. am just as happy"
though Flores laugh came back, enticing
ly. y-and-by-"
Rae had come to the tootstool at her
feet. and fallen asleep, with her head in
her lap, before the two figures came saun-
tering over the rocks in the purple tWi-
light. But there was light enough for her
to mark thoughtfully how perfectly suited
to each other the young, graceful, patri-
clan figures were She had never observed
this before. though they had been much
together.
But Celeste Grey had no fear, because
she believed that Llewellyn Greer loved
her, For years she had been dear to him.
The pretty face OF his cousin pleased his
tancy-nothing more.
She rolled Rae's curls over her fingers.
still looking ou. into the fragrant night, all
quiet save the waves tapping the cliffs un-
ceasingly. Suddenly-on the rocks-she
saw mans figure.
A young man-heated, perhaps, by the
ascent, for he was tanning himself with
his straw hat. His form was youthful, ell
egant He leaned negligently against a
tree-one Of the wind twisted old trees
peculiar to the spot-and Celeste thought
She could see that the head was Byronc.
the hair black and curling.
Soon she awoke Rae, and led her to her
nurse. Then she Slipped out on the wide
south stone terrace. Llewellyn would find
her out for little moments talk. TO say
good-night-to retail some little happen
Ing Of the day III contidence-to ask softly
if she were happy-to put a loving hand
again Oh her siiken hair
But before he came a faint, silvery whis-
tie stole through the darkness Then &
white dress rustled softly past her, glim-
mered on the terrace steps, disappeared
among the trees.
''Who was that ?n asked Llewellyn, sud
denly, at her side
I'll do not know. Perhaps it was a ser
want"
'.It may be that it was; but - but |
thought | observed the perfume that Flore
uses. And now. little one. how has the
day gomez
Celeste hardly knew the name Of in
trigue. How should she guess the truth
that the waiting stranger was Flores low
er, nephew to her mother, Gaspard Des-
londc, and forbidden her A young, reck-
less Southerner Mrs. Waltord had glad
ly come north to separate Flore from him.
All her ambition for this world, or the next
was centred in her daughter
Celeste spent one happy hour with Lew
ellyn Greer. How long it was before she
knew another
Flore Walford, like most people, dread
ed her mothers furious temper. She was
frightened when, standing at her chamber
window, on her return from her walk
with Llewellyn, her cousin, she heard Gas
pard Deslonde's signal-call. and knew that
he had followed her from the Lines to
Hawkeshome. She rushed down to meet
him, and trembling with excitement, met
his glad, glittering eyes.
MY darling.' snatching her in his arms,
and rapturously kissing her
"Oh, but, Gaspard, you should not have
come here And you have a cigar, too
Pray put it ont, or mama will see it-and
my white dress! Let us go further away
from the house. Why did you come here
Gaspard ?"
"Why2 Because love you, my beauti-
fu!."
But mamma, if she finds it out, will be
dreadful. She will storm at me, beat me,
almost. And you must give up hoping