The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-20
NO. 46.

with disappointed air. My wicked
genius prompted me to tease him for a
scent.
" She isn't here, you PERCEIVE 1 said,
quietly.
"Who isn't here ?" he returned color
ing little.
"Miss Vascour. You were looking
for her, weren't you 2''
elbow do you know ?'' he demanded,
half smiling. g Are you a clairvoy-
ant 2"
cone doesn't need to be clairvoyant
to see some things" answered, auda-
ciously.
He bent his keen eyes upon me.
What things, for instanceY Y'
L made the plunge. Advance was
as safe as retreat
And then one cannot help hearing
what the world says" continued.
" Mrs. Forsyth's world, 1 suppose.
Well, what does the world say ?"
He was unwinding my worsteds with
some embarrassment, but looking rather
pleased and curious.
The world says that Captain Elling-
wood, the unvanquished hero of a hun
dred sieges, the fastidious, the incorrigi-
BILE, isin love with Miss Vascour."
He redeemed little.
"That is what the world says"
"And what do you say?" he asked.
&C 1 say the world is very stupid and
foolish, as it always is-that with Capt.
Ellingwood, admiring and liking are a
long way from loving, and that while
his intellect appreciates and his taste
approves Miss Vascour, his heart is en-
tirely untouched-is, indeed, in that cal
lous and halfpetrified state which might
be expected in heart that had resisted
so many attacks"
In an instant, saw by the conscious
look which overswept his face that L
had stated the case correctly.
And suppose L admit this hypothesis
he said, smiling, whose fault would it
be, if fault there is ~
Nobody's except Captain Ellingwood.
Not Miss Vascour's, certainly"
eff L were man, would fall in love
with her."
Would you? But then you might
not find it easy to fall in love-"
''I would be man, and not fossil" )"
I cried, Indignantly.
He laughed.
My dear little woman, why do you
care ?"
" Because she is such q true, sweet
woman," said, vehemently. 81 hate
to see her wasting her life in thankless
work, working for other people and not
for her own"
'Such work brings its reward" he
said, quietly; and yet it is sad. But
there is Deane, he is rich and will mar
ry her by-and-by."
1 gave him a sharp look. Nothing but
simple friendliness in his face.
81 don't know that it would please
me. Can he love her enough ? o, she
needs-she ought to have so much"
He looked surprised at my enthu-
siasm.
o A man would be q villain to marry
Miss Vascour without loving her. She
is very graceful and lovely-very good,
too, as believe" he replied with quiet
gravity.
"Good Capt. Ellingwood, see that
she does not show herself to you as she
does to me.n
Doesn't she? Then it is hardly fair
to call me fossil because 1 don't look
at her through your eyes"
Forgive me, Captain Ellingwood. 1
was vexed because you wouldn't praise
her"
=" will praise her as much as you like.
Do you ever think of her as dove, when
you see her :? Something in the grace of
her movements, in the soft delicate colors
| she always wears, but more L think in
the exquisite precision of everything
about her, her dainty niceness of APP
parel, in the charming smoothness of
her plumage-if may so speak-remind
me of the doves"
so Captain Ellingwood, if you are
ever really in love, may 1 be there to
| see, SAID, laugnlngly.
g / bide my time. But how can you
fancy Miss Vascour among any rough
surroundings-at sea in storm, for ex-
ample, or out of doors in high wind ?"
6 i saw her come in the other day
there was perfect gale in the street =
but her plumage, as you call it, was en-