The Van Buren press., 1876-05-16
MISCELLANY.
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Milley's Hero.

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Milley's Hero. ist
It may safely be avered that three pref
all England than the trio assembled un.
der that wide, leafy oak Of Querning
Chase, Cumberland. There were Lettie
Graham, blonde; Flo Graham, a rich
brunette aud last, hut sweetest, Milly
We're, the Rector's daughter. happy me.
dium. Thetwo former recltocdf on the
grass the latter leaned against o tree,
her straw hat shading her black eyes !;
and they talked--well, yes--upon the re-
cent wedding Of q mutual friend 5l a5l
"In my private opinion. you know"
remarked Lcttie, sagely, !" / think Kate's
husband just detestable. Wouldn't have
had him for worlds,n siae#s ~ e. I'll
!" Nor l." coipeidad Flo. Hes 4
perfect mutf. What aogou say. "A lily ?"
That am not going TO risk minor.
ity; cast my aye with yours" laughed
the girl. No, as the saying is, Alfred
Mills Is not the man for my money. His
head is as empty as this oak apple" and
she plucked one "When marry, it
must be hero." .azg -. osg.
d" A hero2 All! I see"
A sort Of man each fair
Should envy being thine,
laughed Lettie, gaily.
9" No, that species Of mankind, which
resembles the waxen bust in the hair
dresser's window never could be . hero.
l would have one not only capable of ap.
prcciating noble deeds, but also Of per
forming them"
Where will you and him, iu Guerra
ing, nsacheoe?''
Here'' broke in Flo, With mock he
roic style. I'VE speak OF angels, and
10 (! the lucent glitter their wings is In
our eyes. Behold! Milly, here at the
same time is your lover and your hero. !"
The girl tnrned, and flush Of anger,
but which quickly turned to contemp,
spread over her face
"Lover! That 10 bis fault, not mine."
she remarked disdainfully. MY hero 2
sertainly not. Mine must at least have
come pretensions to tnanlness, also to
koOu loOhbt NV OC y tuMuCttukt uCt-
vous noneatity. Why, he is coming this
way. Impertinence! | shall CO. ~
Then the impertincncc will be on
your side, Milly; you had better stay.
A cat may look at a king, you know, and
q curste at bis Reetor's daughter" whis-
pered Lettie.-a=sa@a.z4sss s#sssssssssss-a
The unfortunate person who had call
ed forth these remarks, Was . gentleman
of abont seven-and twenty, attired in a
clerical garb; his height, over five feet
nine. added to rather slim make, caus-
cd an uncertain, nervous gait to be yet
mora plAinly .0hsarx~hls. x1iss 0omfalAx-
ion was fair. his hair Of the lightest red
gold, while his features devoid Of any
great pretensions to good looks, were
rendered still less attractive by an evil
dent nervous lack of self.appreciation.
The redeemingpOints we're a small, firm
mouth, and certain rare glance that
could at times fash from the dark blue
eyes. yfR-sS i-49t As43 70
Jerrold remarks, I" Man has no such
enemy as sensibility." Basil Chevril was
proof. It was his bitterest enemy; q
keen sense of ridicle increased natural
nervousness, which he never felt more
than in ladies society, especially in Milly
Veres, whose very footprints he wor-
shipped. Thus, as he approached the
charming trio. aware he was the object
of their Inspection, be assuredly did not
look q hero. Ill.
Bowing as he came up, he addessed
himself to Milly. III as,.5 Ri ~,
II trust l do not intrude, Miss Vere.' y
he said /" but have just returned from
Eppcnhale, and, seeing you here, have
brought the hook you commissioned"
He handed it to her, nervously. She,
cor rscious of her friends observation,
took it carelesslg, as she answered: H..
Thanks, Mr.. Chevril. Pray, how
much am l indebted to you p ,..@
"Do not mention that, Miss Vere." he
rejoincd. !" The pleasure Of being Of
service is more than sufficient payment y
Pardon me- said Milly. haughtily;
/" but when ask favor. do not expec,
to place myself under the obligations OF
gift. The price of the book is
"Three anl-sixpence," he answered
instantly. tz.sz.....-a .a
| he mad started, ana flushed rcd at hfst /;
but now his voice was steady; the rare
light was in his eyes.
MiIly drew out her purse, and,u she
placed the sum in his hand, said, more
gently:
II thank you. Mr.. chevril.
You are welcome, Miss Verc," he
answered; then, bowing, passed away
among the trees Of the Chace. Hes o9ai
"How could you treat him so unkiudly
Milly ?" cried Flo. a ss Rj 4siasaN
"How dare he love me?'' responded
the other, with some asperity. .It is
your fault. Il saw you two laughing"
"Still politeness is politeness," sug.
gested Lettie; "and if the poor msn ID
not hero, he is, at least, perfect gen.
tleman. Gracious curates swarm. Here
is the other. rasft.
"The other, but how different! DIR.
Vere's second curate was tall, hand.
some man, who wore his clerical attire
with the air II a beau, and talked with the
easy self assurance ofa man of the world.
There was no nervousness in him.
Joining the ladies, who, especially Mil.
!v welcomed him with A smile he chat.