The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1879-06-05
TRIX.

"Do you know where Miss Beatrix
is?"
There was something sharp in Mr..
st. Johns glapces as he questioned
little Rosetta, his Cousins maid.
eyes, sir; she's in the garden with
Mr.. LIE Blond and the young gentlc>
men,"
At this answer the sharpness of For
rest ST. Johns glance increased, and
turning from the door of Redwood he
passed quickly along the terrace.
At the end he stopped before de-
scending the steps, and looked down
the broad garden path. He saw plain
ly the group there under the locusts-a
regally beautiful young lady in purple
silk, two dark-eyed boys leaning npon
her lap, young, falr-complexioned
man standing so rs to overlook the
brook upon which the eyes of all we're
fixed. 1t was certainly peaceful
scene, yet the eyes of Forrest st. John
grew bloodshot and sullen as he stood
surveying the group.
Descending the steps he advanced
slowly. never removing his baleful gaze
until he came face to face with the
young lady. She looked up. First
surprise, then observation; then offense
showed themselves in her mobile counte-
nance. She turned silently again to
her book.
"I wish to speak with You, Trix"
Certainly, as soon as am at leisure.
Go on, Reginald"
at is Max's turn now." responded
the elder of Miss ST. Johns young
brothers.
She turned the book in her lap so
that Max could continue his reading OF
German. A lurid flush of anger over
spread her cousins forid face. He
waited with what grace he could until
it was Miss st. Johns pleasure to give
him hearing.
Unconscious as she appeared, hei
face had grown clouded. aad the ex>
preston of pleasure had fed, too, from
the features of Paul LIE Blond. The
boys only appeared totally Indifferent
to the presence of the new arrival who
stood whipping his bootleg with his
slender riding whip. AS soon as the
last word of the lesson was pronounced.
LIE Blond extended his hand to the
younger boy.
"Come, Max. we have detained yout
sister longer than was necessary
SIT has not been irksome: haye en-
loved it," answered Miss st. John,
rising and shaking out the folds OF
purple silk crushed by her brothers
resting arms.
"They do so WELL"
The boys turned gratefully at her
praise, kissed aud embraced her.
When they had turned aside with
their tutor she joined her cousin, who
had advanced impatiently few steps
up the main path.
"I wish to know" he began, at once.
"what need there is of your mixing
Yourself mp with the boys lessons?
Isn't LIE Blond capable?"
"He does not teach German, and I
gained quite a good knowledge of it
while abroad" answered his compan~
ION, irdifferently arranging the lace
around her waist, though it was evi-
dent Mr.. Forrest st. John was in a
foaming passion.
"Then let him go without leaning
German! They have lessons enough
and it only encourages him."
Encourages whom, if you please"
lie Blond. He watches for chance
to speak to you, day or night, and you
know It'll"
A color like the CLINT of an opal came
into Trix St. Johns oval cheeks. She
did not speak. Her cousins watching
ewes saw. He foamed over.
IA white faced adventurer, who
would like to be master here! And it's
a burning shame to you, Trix. that you
arc fattered by it! Any lady would
resent it as an insult.
"Stop if you pleaser
II beg your pardon" muttered the
.sua..i., .sT lii not nf1iia mean