The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-01-11


himself In check--you saw il so plainl,
by the tensencss Of every muscle in hi
1.-the, handsome frame, BY the compress
sion Of his lips under his dropping am
Der mustache, 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
= You have made most unwarranta
BILE assertion, sir, which, for Miss veldt'.
sake, regret-which, for my own,
care As little as / regard the truthful.
ness Of il, as 49,
Mr.. Trevelyan interrupted him by q
sudden blow Of his fist on the table.
You dare tell me--you, hired
teacher in this house, that l am liar
that Miss So
Santelle did not make the smallest at
tempt 10 interrupt the tide OF passion,
but there was something in his eyes that
made the gentleman pause suddenly,
and then Santelle went on, quietly as be-
tore, with that unnatural quiet that pre-
cedcs terrible tempests.
= There is no occasion to introduce
the lady's name again; simply say |
have never paid her any attention be-
You'd what Is due To lady from gen
tlcman; that should pay an Empress
of the blood royal if the occasion re-
quired 1t, or any other woman You
have seen Tit TO misconstrue, and from
the moment You brand me as unfit for
the position Of tutor TO your sons, how
ever false the accusation was, YOU ceas-
ed to be my employer. MIR. Trevelyan,
there Is no need 10 prolong this inter-
view"
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
lips, but with the fire in his blue eyes
giving place TO bitter, dreary woe.
TO think she is the first woman
ever met who could quicken my pulses
by glance Of her bright, beautiful eyes
and | am insulted because | dare con
verse with her-l, tutor on salary,
she darling of fate and fOrtunei''
Down in the library where Santelle
had left him, Mr.. Trevalyan paced to
and fro.
The insolent, independent puppy,
with his face like gods, and his man
ner the manner Of a princei II Is time
time he took his congo from Treyelyan
Park when he bids eair to be formida-
BILE rival TO my son Rupert in Ida Veldt's
favor. ! am not blind; am not fool
| have seen the girls magnificent eyes
look at him with light in them I'd viii
lingly give check for thousand to
see in them when she laughs with my
boy"
And, just within one Of the deep, dusk
recesses Of the library. hidden BY fiow-
ing silken drapery, as fair a girl Is ever
lived, with lustrous dark eyes all aglow,
and cheeks as pink as a morning glory,
stood quiet and breathless until Mr..
Trevelyan had left the room.
"The grand, glorious fellow, Why,
he's very Prince in disguise, | Won
der wonder if--oh, dear, Of course it
is only chivalrous courtesy Mr.. Santelle
feels, and won't be fool IL he has got
the most heavenly smile and the hand
soonest eyes ever saw, but III see him
again before he leaves, and
But Ida Veldt did not see him again
before he left Trevelyan Park, for Mr.. i
,antelle did not remain over one train. \
and when Ida returned from her gallon \
over the breezy country roads, with her \
cheeks glowing. her hair wind-blown
over her face, like mist Of spun gold, \
and her bronze, dark eyes, eloqaent
with the strange, half sweet, halt sad
thoughts she could not understand, Ray
nond Santelle was separated from her,
by fate and the railroad, so many miles
hat ever to meet again seemed Of even
less likely probability that the finding
q needle in a haystack.
But, Raymond, there i no use in
-FOUR being so obstinate about il, You
nave fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY
= cats in dark garret-- aren't they,
Mrs. Santelle?''
Harry Livingston reached out to take
raymond Santelle's hand to feel the
hrobbing, irregular pulse.
: Don't be a fool, Harry / tell you
Imlnot sick--at least, beyond trifiinr
| won't be responsible
or an attack Of brain fever il YOU and
AUNT Amy don't quit coddling me-"
. You see Just how it il, Mr.. Liv-
ngston. ! can't do any thing with him.
les been Just that contrary ever since ,
e came home the other night with :
hill, and coaxed him to take hot lem !
made"
The little bright-eyed old lady looked
nxiously from her boys flushed face to
'ivingston's half-carnest, half mischiev- ,
Us one.
lie always was headstrong, you /
now. Don't you remember how dis
greeably mulish he was when be came
ONE from Trevelyan Park a couple Of /,
ears ago, and refused to 90 into socie-
7 at all, even when he had come into 4
ne snug little legacy his grandmother
1T him?' 4
Santelle turned frowningly to Liv- /