The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-11-23

know you would deprecate all that.
Very good! very good! Showsyour fdel-
ity. But here's a letter from the fell
low. Afraid to come himself, and
willing | should bear the brunt:" and
he handed over note directed in the
familiar handwriting, which Nelly
opened, regardless of ceremony, and
anxiously read. 1t was very short, only
saying:
my father will tell you, Nelly, all
that ought to. And all that he tells
you is true. JOHN T. BREvooRT."
1.-The truth is, Miss Egerton," con-
tinued the father, anxious himself, as
he saw Nelly's white face and met her
reproachful look, to get out of the bust
ness as soon as possible, "that my son
John is precious scamp. He won
your affection and promised to marry
you, and beguiled you across the ocean,
when he was all the time engaged to
Agatha Fraser. l dare say if he could,
he would have married you out there,
but once back to America, he has got
in again with Agatha, and finds it the
easier thing now to marry her. If you
know John at all, " with dash of irony
in his voice, ''you know he always does
the easy thing. l haven't any apollo
gies to make, Miss Egerton'' -while
Nelly, never saying word, looked at
him like an accusing statue-"I know
it's shameful business; but if there s
anything l can do to make it up to
you"
And then Nelly, rising from the
chair and steadying herself against its
Y back, found her voice.
"There's nothing in the world" she
said, slowly, ana looking Mr.. Brevoort
in the face, "that you can do-eXcept
to go away. l never want to see you
again-or your son either" she added,
in tone of suppressed scorn and in
dignation that brought the gentleman
to- his feet and left him standing irreso-
lutely between her and the door.
} 81 am very sorry"-he began. in a
half-frightened way.
"Win you please go?" she asked.
| "But, Miss Egerton," he expostula-
b ted, now a step nearer the hall, % OF
| course when you desire to return you
may draw on me for the passage mon
ey. Perhaps, though" rei1ectively,
ait will be better to send you check
: at once. I'll do that tomorrow, Miss
Egerton," apparently relieved at the
thought there was something he could
: do.
: The little figure drew itself up proud
ly. eff you dare to send me penny
t she declared, while red spot burned
ON either cheek and her eyes flashed
fire, "rll surely throw it in the street
| never want to see or hear of yor
again, Mr.. Brevoort. Don't you un
derstand that? or must l say it again?'
' 80 no, Miss Egerton; certainly not
, | hope you won't mistake my motives
2 Sorry not to be able to assist you
Good-evening." And that was the las
, Nelly saw of the Brevoorts.
: Well, she didn't die. People don't
ordinarily, l imagine, under such cir
cumstances. But she went up to he
: room dazed with the reality of wha
had been before only dismal appre
S hension. And then there was the sud
= den consciousness that Mr.. Hawthorn,
g must have known all about it, and tina
3 this was the reason why, when she ha(
alluded to John Brevoort, he had shown
l a perplexity in the matter, and under
: stood her to mean Theodore instead
But this was not wholly displeasing
: and the thought of his consideratenes
: in not notwithstanding her at that tim
It was wholesome tonic in her presen
h rude awakening.
h The next morning, though, she wok
J. up to terrible feeling of LONELINESS
n and desertion, and of having lived
| xrb Efatip,n Of ittoY. ,
d the last twenty-four hours, which wa
;; only family dispelled by the arriva
n about noon of an exquisite assortmen
Il of roses, with the card of Ralph Haw
o thorne attached. And yet this did tax
away some of the solitary sense, an,
j. assure the poor child that she WASH
It altogether friendless or forgotten.
1t was the next evening before Mr.
n Hawthorne himself appeared, and Mel
. ly was almost unwilling to admit t.
" herself how much she had anticipate
IS his coming, and quite afraid to 90 dow
e in the parlor to meet him. But whe
e she came in the room, so daintily al
o rayed in one of her Paris dresses, an
r with two or three of his fragrant bud
interviewer with the pretty Paris neck
y tie at her throat, with just shade G
e embarrassment in the blushing face
If and little tremor to the low voice tina
babe him "good-evening," he onl
}, clasped her hand and said, softly
h N'Yes, Miss Egerton, | know
: And she stored this away with tn
other instances of his considerable re
e gard. And Ralph never told her hoy
e he knew, or of the interview which ha
e passed between him and Mr.. John Bre
/, WORT upon the delivery of the letter
a whereat Mr.. John Brevoort had be
|. sought Ralph to convey the tale of hi
d desertion, and Ralph had told Brevoor
g that if it were not for getting the thin
n into the newspapers he would give hir
It sound thrashing.
It 1t was perhaps week after this
n when she had already consulted Ralp
: about her return to France, and he ha
d advised waiting still longer, that h
e came one evening with novel and ur
h looked-for proposition.
Il 81 happened last night at the Rem
sens reception" he said, to NEE
!, Mrs. Pennington, who keeps the youn
r ladies' school up Madison avenue, an,
; she told me that she had been lookin
n out for French teacher for six months
c She oOuld ppt a ShOal she saws Z