Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1877-12-29

The library in Mr.. Trevelyan's elegant
country residence was one OF the pleas
ATTEST apartments imaginable, and on
that bright summer morning seemed the
embodiment of GOODNESS. shade and fra
grance-trom the clark green carpet that
covered The floor like sheet of emerald
velvet. the tighter green silk curtains and
dam ,sk furniture. to the cleaning mar
BILE statrettes, the white and gold calf.
bound volumes in rowsOf shelves from
floor TO ceiling.
Outside the sun shone and the birds
were holding perfect carnival OF song
i'm the warm, fragrant air.
Everything seemed so pure, so peace
full. so strangely at variance with MIR.
TreveIyan's angry, clOuded face as he
stood, straight and hanghtv, with one
hand on the green cloth of the central
table, and his eyes looking down on Ray
mond Santelle's face. "A fice perfect in its
bold, manly outlipes.
at is the most outrageous breach OF
gentlemanly honor ever had the mis-
fortune to know, and am the more as
tonished, Mr. Santelle, that had always;
previously held you TO be suitable man
to occupy the position of tutor 10 my
sons. But this total disregard OF every
law OF etiquette, honor, decency-if L
NAV be allowed so strong an expression
this open-faced, presumptuous attempt
at Irritation with guest OF Mrs. Treve-
lvan's. isis Extensively disgusting TO
me-"
The Young mans eyes blazed as he
listened patiently to the quiet, intense
insult. and you could see how tremen
dous was the force with which he kept
himself i'm check-yOu saw it so plainly
by the tenseuess of every muscle in bis
1.-THE. handsome Frame. by the compress
sion of his lips under his dropping am
Der moustache. and in the intense, fright
fully calm tones of his voice as he an
swered. with his blue eyes never finch
ing from the cold, gray ones opposite
him.
s.You have made most unwarranta-
BILE assertion, sir, which for Miss
Veldt's sake l regret-which for my own
/ care as little as l regard the truthful
ness of it, As"
Mr.. Trevelyan interrupted him by a
sudden blow of his fist on the table.
ssYou dare tell me-yOu, hired teach
er i'm this house, that l am liar-that
Miss"
Santelle did not make the smallest at
tempt to interrupt the tide of passion,
but there was something in his eyes that
matls the gentleman pause suddenly, and
then Santelle went on, quietly as before.
with that unnatural quiet that precedes
terrible tempests.
sThere is no occasion to introduce the
lady's name again; simply say have
never paid her any attention beyond
what is due to lady from gentleman
that should pay an empress OF the olood
roval if the occasion required it, or any
other woman. You have seen tit TO mis-
construe. and from the moment you
branded me as unfit for the position of
tutor TO your SONS, however false the ac-
cpsation was, you ceased to be my en-
plover. Mr.. Trevelyan, there is no need
TO prolong this interview"
He bowed with the cold, polished ease
of society-usaged man, and went leis-
urely from the library to his room, with
that same compression of his handsome
lirs- but with the tire in his blue eyes
giving place to bitter, dreary woe.
$40 think she is the first woman L ever
met who could quicken my pulses Dy
glance of her bright, beautiful eyes-ard
am ipsulted because / dare converse
with her-I. tutor on salary. she
darling of fate and tortune."
Down i'm the library where S2ntelle
had lett him, Mr.. Trevelyan paced TO and
fro.
ssThe insoient, Independent puppy,
with his face like a gods, and his manner
the manner of aprince! It is time he
took his congo from Trevelyan Park,
when he bids fair to be formidable
rival to nv son Rupert III Ida Veldt's
fsvor am not blind; am not fool !;
have seen the girls magnificent eyes
look at him with light in them I'd will
lingly give a check for thousand to See
i'm chem when she laughs with my boy"
And inst within one of the deep, dusk
recesses of the library, hidden by flow
inc silken drapery, as fair girl as ever
lived. with lustrous dark eyes all aglow,
ap6 cheeks as pink as morning glory,
stood Quiet and breatEless until MIR.
T'reyelyan had left the room.
.sThe grand, glorious fellow! Why,
he's a very prince in disguise! Won
del wonder if-oh, dear, of course 1t
;s only cbiyalrous courtesy Mr.. Santeile
fears. and I won't be fool l. he has gos
fire most heavenly smile and the hard
soonest ewes ever saw, but III see him
again before he leaves, and"
Rrr Ida Veldt did not see him again
before he left Trevelyan Park. for Mr..
Santelle did not remain over one train,
and when Ida returned from her gallop
over the breezy country roads, with her
cheeks glowing. her hair wind-blown
over her face, like mist of spun gold,
and her brogze, dark eyes eloquent with
the strange half sweet, half sad thoughts
she could not understand. Raymond
Santelle was separated from her, by fate
and the railroad, so many miles that ever
TO meet again seemed of even less likely
probability than the finding OF needle
In haystack.
wBut, Raymond, there is no need Of
your being so obstinate about it! You
have fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY
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