The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-20

lie smiled.
Just as l should have thought. Now
can you imagine rough fellow like me
laying claim to such delicate creature
Don't you see she was made for the quiet
places Of the world, where the wind does
not blow; for the luxurious fireside,
where all her graces would be at home,
and in harmony with everything around
herY But my wife must have some
thing of the gypsy clement
"Ah, Captain Ellingwood, that shows
YOU don t know Miss Nascour, after all.
could tell you things - hut l shall not
you shall find out for yourself"
=" / will try; but, meanwhile, think
Mr.. Deane will carry away the prize"
. hope he will, and that you will re-
pent when it is too late"
True feminine cruelty" he said, and
left him, half angry.
And as / turned to go out, Helen De
Ruyter crossed the balcony in front of
the parlor widows. She came into the
hall, her black eyes glittcring like dia-
monds, and her cheeks aflame.
" What have you and Captain Elling-
wood been talking about so longY Here
have l been haunting the balcony and
dining room alternately, for half an
hour because Natrine said you two were
tete-a tete in the parlor What were
you talking about? Plotting treason or
--ah, I have it-match- making ~
We were talking about Miss Vas
cour," / said, quietly.
SHE gave 4 quick start.
And what did he say? He's too
wise to fall into your snare, ma cacrc.--
Captain Ellingwood is not marrying
man. "
F." So you told me before"
- Wasn't right Did YOU ask him ?
What did he say ?" she demanded,
breathlessly.
g. really must refer you to the gentle
man himself" said, as l broke away
from her, and ran up stairs.
So he did not love Miss Nascour, after
all. How provoking! My castle in the
air was only the baseless fabric of a
vision. 1t was great pity. He would
never find any one lovelier, or more
noble, and was mistaken in thinking
that Miss Vascour regarded him with
favor?
Something in her manner, new soft
ness in her always gentle ways, some
new feeling shining in her face, and be-
slowing sweeter beauty-these things
/ had noticed, and set down to Captain
Ellingwood's account.
That afternoon was returning home
through one of the quiet streets, and
came upon Miss Vascour and Mr.. Deane,
walking so slowly, that could scarcely
avoid overtaking them. She started, as
1 cameup,and turned towards me pale,
agitated face.
IL am going down this way, Mr..
Deane," and she put a fluttering hand
upon mine, and drew me down into an
other street.
Mr.. Deane went straight forward Civ
ing little sharp nod, as we left him, but
not glancing at us.
"Now, Miss Vascour, what have you
been saying to Mr.. Deane?" l began,
but her answer-almost sob-sobered
me, in moment.
Don't! am inexpressibly pained.
Don't ask me anything, my dear"
We had an hour before dinner, and 1
suggested,a quick walk out towards the
country. She caught eagerly at the pro-
posal, and we went on for half hour,
without speaking. We climbed height,
at last, and the city lay behind US, an
inlet of the harbor at our feet, and far
away, the gray sea. A wild March wind
was sweeping over hill, and the sun
swan in red angry clouds. We stopped,
catching qnick breath, and holding
our cloaks fast.
''Ah, / wish we could conquer every
thing in life as easily as we can outwalk
and withstand this rude March wind"
she said, while the wind roared and
whistled around US.
Our own wayward hearts, do you
mean ?''
She looked at me suddenly, while the
beautiful eyes filed.
go Alice, do you think mine is a
wayward heart ?" / hope not-I hope
am not ungrateful or unappreciative-
but / must be true" she said, with emo
ton.
" And so you felt compelled to say to
Mr.. Deane 1t is pity, for L believe
he loves you truly"
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