The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1878-01-24
Trevelyan's isis Extensively disgusting

listened patiently to the quiet, intense
insult, and you could see how tremen-
dous was the force with which he kept
himself in check-you saw it so plainly
by the tenseness of every muscle in his
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
limf 55 VIZ @zls
f" You have made mest unwarranta-
bic assertion, sir, which, forMiss Veldt's
sake, | regret-which, for my own, I
care as little as l regard the truthful
ness of it, as -
Mr.. Trevelyan interrupted him by
sudden blow of his fist on the table.
"Y You dare tell me-4you, hired
teacher in this house, that I 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
made the gentleman patfse suddenly,
and then Santelle went on, quietly as be-
fore, with that unnatural quiet that pre-
| SOeiOo tCHIpCStS-
| &C There is no occasion to introduce
the lady's name again; simply say l
have never paid her any attention be-
yond what is due to lady from gen.
tleman that should pay an Empress
of the blood royal if the occasion re-
| quired it, or any other woman. You
have seen fit 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. Mr.. sTrevelyan,
there is no need to prolong this inter-
view -
He bowed with the cold, polished ease
of a 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 because1 dare con-
verse with herMI,' a tutor on a salary,
she a darling of fate, and fortune!'' +"
Down. in the library where Santelle
had left him, Mr.. Trevalyan paced to
and fro. ft8o. 3et
1.-The insolent, independent puppy,
with his face like gods, and his man
ner the manner of prince! 1t is time
time he took his congo from Trevelyan
Park when he bids fair to. be fornida-
BILE rival to my son Rupert in Ida rVeldt's s
favor. l am not blind; [ am not fool !;
l have seen the girls magnificent eyes
look at him with light in them I'd viii
lingly give a check. for thousand to
see in them when she laughs with my
boy.' s <f i-.a - hne i.tT3aS
And, Just within one Of the deep, dusk
reccsses of the library, hidden by flow
lug silken drapery, as fair a gift as ever
lived, with lustrous dark eyes all aglow,
and cheeks as pink as a morninsgG-glory,
stood quiet and breathless until, Mr..
Trevelyan had left the room.v r. sasii5
"The grand, glorious fellow! why,
he's very Prince in disguise! = Won
der-I wonder if--oh, dear, of course it
is only chiyalreuss courtesy Mr.. .Santelle
feels, and won't be fool If he Has got
the most heavenly smile and the hand
soonest eyes ever saw, but IlHsee him
again before he leaves, and -----a' ;
But Ida Veldt did not see him again
before he left Trevely yam Park, for Mr..
Santelle did not remain over one train,
and when Id, returned from her gallop
over the breezy country roads, with heI
cheeks glowing, her hair wind-blown
. over her face, like mist of spun gold,
ana her bronze, dark eyes, eloquent
4 with the strange, half sweet, half sad
e thoughts she could not understand, Ray
4 mond Santelle was separated from her.
!, by fate and the railroad, 50 many miles
that ever to meet again seemed OF even
: less likely probability that the finding
) of needle in. a haystack.
! g But, Raymond. there is. no use in
t your being SO obstinate about it! You
( have fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY
: as a eats IN a. dark garret- AREN'T they
2 Mrs Santeifepra a0I \
I, y Harry Livingston reached out to take
T ! Raymond Santelle's hand to feel the
5. throbbing, irregular pulse.IA EJTGa
20" Don'tbe fool, Harry! 1 tell you
am not sick-at least, beyond trifins
: cold-although won't be responsible
. for an attack of brain fever if you ant
3 Aunt Amy don't quit coddling me.n
e. &c You see just how it Is, Mr.. Liy
| ingston. can 7 do any thing with him
nj HE'S been just that contrary ever sine
t heeame home tliess other night with
FchfIl, and / coaxed him to take hot lem
sz.--az -.
: The little bIghtzyed old lady looke'
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