The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-17
S0UTHBAY SOCIETY.
4 Romance of the Prince Of Wales
Garden Party.
From London Society,".
CHAPTER V -(CONTNUED.)

HE told me- remarked Mr.. Forrest,
he wanted to have a quiet look at the
house Lord Hervey said was "too small
to inhabit and tooilarge to hang to ones
wateh.p Chiswick is more truly classic
ground to him than you can wel1 imagine.
He is in the spirit to-day, not with
present Royalty or Eastern magnifcence,
but with Horace Walpole, and Evelyn,
and Pope, and Gay, and Lady Holland
and the rest Of the people who have made
Chiswick famous
But we are making it famous, too,
said Mrs. Dallwood, and why should he
neglect usg
Susan laughed, and yet there was a
slight shadow across her face. She knew
knew very well the point at which Mrs;
Dallwoood was aiming. She understood
perfectly she desired Mr.. Forrest should
have another chacne Of pleading his cause
and-well-why not? Why should
abe refuse to please him and all her
friendsp .r
She liked him; she esteemed him. He
was aware her girlhood had been SO
passed as to render her indifferent to fol-
lies and fashions and pleasures Of the
world; and he professed himself quite
soady to adapt his tastes to hers.
He would accept her views that great
wealth involved great responsibilities.
He was more than willing that she, an
almost dowerless maiden, should teach
him---whose riches dated only from the
success of his own father at the Australian
diggings and the prudent investments of
the proceeds of those diggings by grand
father, rich sea-captain resident at
Houthbay-how to spend his money to
welfare of man and the glory of God;
and She
If she could only have schooled herself
TO forget the years and years and years
during which she loved the lover who
had given her up; if she could only have
regarded as dead and gone the story of
those years, their cherished associations,
the glamor that seemed to hang around
them!
Was this great party-this assemblage
Of the lovely and noble of the land-any
pleasanter to her than the impromptu
dancer up at the Hall, the croquet on the
lawn, the lingering walk home by moon
light, the CHEEKY laughter of the young,
happy guests? No. She knew the life
she would best'have liked; but if God had
appointed her life differently, should she
murmurg
As great lady could she not confer
happiness upon many? And, after all,
as her father had long taught her, was it
not better to consider others than her.
self?
She had loved and she had lost-yea,
truly; but could she not still do her duty
to man who loved her? She would try.
In 50 many words she did not tell him
this, during the minutes seized when Mrs.
Dallwood chose to find amusement and
occupation elsewhere; but she asked time
to think over his proposal.
Il like YOU so much, Mr.. Forrest, she
said frankly, that I could not do you a
great wrong. I must feel quite sure of
myself before promise to be all that you
ask
1t was not much, perhaps; but from
tler Mr.. Forrest understood the words
meant great deal. He knew perfectly
there was some old dove affair that had
stood hitherto between him and success,
and he comprehended that the struggle
it must cost a nature like hers to over
come an affection evidently the growth
of years.
1t was clear to him she cared forno one
in the circle to which she had been trans
planted; whatever the story, its COM
mencement could only be read in the an
nails of her simple and innocent girlhood
There was no page OF her life open
now which contained word Of that fair
dream.
Some day, perhaps, she would tell him
all about it-how the love struck root,
how it grew, how it withered; but if she
never spoke of that passage in the April
of her life, he felt he should be satisfied;
certain she would not give her hand till
her heart could utter the solemn VOWS
truly; convinced, if no other in the world
were true, she could be relied on; salts
fed she would not wed him for the sake
of his lands and gold; and that if she
ever came to him, it would be to make
the very blessing of his home.
1t was getting on towards eveninS.
Ere long the period would be at hand for
the guests te 11etpart. Sir Hubert who
had long previously settled his mind as
to the exact position of the room in which
the greatest debater the world ever saw
the most Demosthenean speaker since
Demosthenes,' breathed his last; seen the
the great mulberry-tree; carefully in
spected Scheemakers lions;sthe gateway
which, through the medium Of Pope,
said,
lingo Jones put me together;
Sir Hans Sloane
Let me alone;
30 Burlington brought me hither'
che antique statues from Adrian's gar
dens; the most remarkable palm-tree on
which the eye of man ever rested; and
the hundred other objects of no great
value in themselves, perhaps, but inter-