The Newtown bee., 1879-04-08
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Do you know where Miss Beatrix is?"
 There was something sharp in Mir. St. Johns glance as he questioned little Rosetta, his cousins maid.
 Yes, sir; she's in the garden with MT, Le Blond and the young gentlemen"
 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 plainly the group there under the locusts-a regally beautiful young lady in purple silk, two dark-eyed boys leaning upon her lap, a young, fair-compleXion man standing so as to overlook the book upon which the eyes of all were fixed. It was cer- tainly a 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 offensc, showed themselves in her mobile countenance. She turned silently again to her book
 "I wish to speak with you, Trix."
 Certainly, as soon as am at leisure Go on, Reginald"
 Ut 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 Ger man. A lurid flush of anger overspread her cousins forid face He waited with what grace he could until it was Miss St. Johns pleasure to give him a hearing.
 Unconscious as she appeared, her face had grown cIpuded, and the expression of pleasure had fled, too, from the fea- lures of Paul Le 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, Le Blond extended his hand to the younger boy.
 "Come, Max, we have detained your sister longer than was necessary"
 "It has not been irksome; I have en- joyed it,n 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 and 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 or your mixing yourself up with the boys lessons? Isn't | Le Blond capablep"
 He does not teach German, and I gained quite good knowledge of it while abroad, answered his companion, indifferently arranging the lace around her wrist, though it was evident that Mir. Forrest St. John was in foaming 1 passion.
 "Then let them go without learning German They have lessons enough, and it only encourages him.
 Encourages whom, if you please p''
 "Le Blond. He watches for chance speak to you, day or night, and you know it p
 A color like the red glint of an opal came into Trix St. Johns oval cheeks. She did not speak. Her cousins watch ing eyes saw. He foamed over.
 "A white-faced adventurer, who would like to be master here And it's a burning shame to you, Trix, that you are f1attered'by it Any lady would re- sent it as an insult."