Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-02-03
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pose no brought mono some lair one 10
share his wealth and elegant home,
NO; on the contrary he is still free
man." laughed Richard, who did not no.
tice the CLEAN of triumph that lifted
across Clarc's face, rs he said this. I'll
YOU can stand the cold, will just stop at
the post Office one minute, as Constance l.
expecting letter of some Importance
"Oh, certainly" was the answer.
The moment Richard back was turned.
Clare pulled oil her Iur glove and removed
from the forefingcr OF the leii hand 4 soil
taire diamond OF great briiian"Y and put
it into the pocket of her dross.
"Lie there" she whispered. donald
Lyon can give me one OF even more value.
l must play my cards well this time, ii l
would win"
Charles Kingsley was OF that moment
thinking fondlv of his darling Clare. who,
one month ago, had promised to become
his wife, and wishing that he could have
accompanied her to Chester.
Clare received Il warm welcome when
she reach Villa Doane. She made herself
! AT home. at once, and completely won the
hearts OF Mrs Doane and Constance by
her personal loyelincss, and easy, grace
iul manners.
"You have all got to like ne" she said,
"for am going to stay her quite while.
| can't bear 10 travel this horribly cold
weather, so shall stay in this cosy place
and enjoy you as long as can.
That is what we all wish YOU to do,
said hospitabe Mrs. Doane. We feel ac-
ouainted with You already. We have
heard Richard speak OF you SO often we
hope you will manage to ENJOY yourself
and keep from freezing.
/ After len. Richard handed Constance n
/ letter.
"Only this. that my dear little friend
Katie Burke has engaged herself to the
yonup rector at St. Marx 5; the happy man
i coming this way next week, and at her
earnest request will spend day or two
with us. ! have met him several times.
so he will not be quite stranger 10 me- II
he should be to the rest of you.
philip Bradley, is t?' enquired Rich
ard.
Yes"
"Oh. know him quite well; he is one
of the most bashtul. sensitive men nave
ever met. AT the same time he IS no mean
scholar-a regular book worm. But hatk,
there is Lyon coming up the avenue; l
can tell that by the rush and snort OF that
powerful Nero of his.
Richard had hardly ceased speaking be-
fore Donald Lyon stood in the library,
bringing in such n Whit of frosty air with
him that Clare shuddered, and drew the
soft, white shawl closer about her.
1t was not an uncommon thing tor
Donald Lyon to appear Mt Villa Doane oil
an evening; ostensibly he came to play
whist, game of which he was exceed
ingly fond. Perhaps there might also
have been some pleasure to him, in the
fact that Constance was his partner in the
game.
He was cordially welcomed. He need
ed no introduction to Clare-he knew her
at once.
Was there shadow OF vexation on his
face as he turned from her, after politely
greeting her, and was there disappoint-
ment and uncertainty on Clares?
The evening was spent in social chat,
Donald talking Of some of his foreign
travels. much 10 the delight oil his listen
ers.
Clare's keen eyes detected the glance Of
Donald's often turned toward Constance,
as she sat near the light. busy with some
fancy work, from which she scarcely
raised her evcs-her expressive face, how
ever. plainly showing her to be an a,ten-
tive listener.
Don't forget, Mr.. Lyon" said Mrs.
Doane, as he rose to go, that our party
comes OF next Wednesday night; You
will not fail to come, viii you? although
| know You have no especial fondness for
parties"
Il shall certainly come, Mrs. Doane;
in fact, | believe l am beginning to like
such things better, and am happy to an
nounce that repairs. additions, decora-
tons, &c, are nearly completed at the
Oaks, and we will soon be ready to COM
mence festivities. | am fortunate in be-
ing able TO have your presence to grace
these festivities" said Donald, turning to
Clare.
"Thanksr1 she said, "but fear you fiat
ter me, and that you should not do, for
we are old friends, you know"
Again that vexed look on Donald Ly-
on's face as he babe adieu.
Nero stood at the door. held with some
difficulty by the groom. bat at the sound
OF his masters voice stood perfectly quiet,
not offering to start until Donald, having
put on his iur wraps, said in a low voice,
60 Then like small whrlwind, the
powerful animal rushed down the avenue.
CONTINUED TOMORROW.