New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1880-10-17

Sir Cecil was QUITO ready to add the apprehen-
sion of the present mystery 10 Miss Trebawke's
stock of knowledge and he was commencing
an explanation, when sbe motioned to him TO
be quiet; and the next moment tue sick girl
spoke 10 her slow soft tones.
Are we alonef fancied-' she began, sit
ting up aud looking around her anxiously.
SIR Cecil stepped forward. Are you better,
Miss SpeDserT
Yes, thank you. | tainted, did I not p asked
Ethel. Adding hurriedly, while crimson hush
Overspread her cheeks, making her more like
her old self, the fair image that Sir Cecil had
| carried in his heart through many varied
scene: 1 am very weak a slight exertion,
or-Or surprise, overcomes me-
Then Miss Trebawke struck into the CONVEX
satiOn to inform Ethel how she had been thrown
from her horse and Sir Cecil came to her rescue,
and the dreadful state she was still in, ana IL
was quite time that she assumed more civ
ilized attire; saying which, and her fresh face
smiling at item brightly from beneath her bent
hat she went her way. Scarcely had the room
door closed upon her than Sir Cecil Thorpe
commenced his pleading.
Miss Spenser-Ethel-can ] hope that y0u
will listen TO me after the mad folly with which
| have actedf
i do not know what You mean, Sir Cecil an
swered the girl, endeavOring TO still the tnroO-
bling OF her heart, and to speuk with cold Dig
nifty.
Ethel. you know that loved you from the
first moment that saw you, and | had some
II
turned. 70 win you for my wife had become
the dearest ambition of my life, when suddenly
an event occurred which made me suppose that
you had been only cOquettiDg with me and de-
ceiying me. In mad haste and passion
rushed away from England but | could not for
get you and | find to-day that my suspicion
was all q mistake: will you forgive mel
IA mistake,"' murmured Ethel, her breath
coming in labOred gasps. Why should you
suspect met
Thorpe thereupon explained to her the occur
renee of bis seeing the letter with its extrava-
CANT expressions of affection, and the effect 1t
had had upon him.
1t might have been very silly; it is q
foolish habit with all schoolgirls, said Ethel
| coloring slightly With a cbildlike feeling Of
modification; but | do not see much harm
in it,
Her name-so peculiar muttered Thorpe,
heartily ashamed of himself now.
L daresay it sounds odd TO strangers but
am so used 10 it that it never seems but quite
natural TO me-DeaI Bevis, she has been such
true friend to me-
My darling, you are too good and too inno-
cent for this wicked world. Never mnd LOOK
up and tell me that for my faithful love you
will forgive me my stupidity. DO you care
at all for noe, Etheli Will you lee me come To
see You, and. when you are better, carly You
away =
Miss Trehawke, entering a very few minutes
later, found two people with warm faces and
lt-up eyes respectively seated upon chairs nc
an unexceptionable distance apart, but there
was something unadjused In their position
| which caused that asiute young lady to divine
that those chairs had been but hastily assumed
And indeed, Sir Cecil Thorpe must have come
| TO very good understanding with Miss Spen-
ser, for shortly afterward there was gay we'd
ding in Briarford, upon which occasion Miss
TrehawIze hirted so audaciously with the
y0ut hful pastor of st. Judes that J was oplned
it would not be long before second match was
made.
But it might have been only idle fancy, for
when Sir Cecil preached the idea 10 the new
Lady Thorpe as they were being whirled along
to the coast in an express train, she was quite
| indignant.
Oh! no; Frederick means TO lead single
| life he holds ascetic views and is entirely de-
voted TO bis work
| Sir Cecil laughed in skeptical fashion.
But if he were TO marry, persisted Ethel, IL
would not be to any one like dear Beyls VINO is
very nice but enjoys the world and all that SORT
of thing. Frederick would think only OF her
help, and would choose some good woman-a
sister, or that kind of person,
MY DEAR said Thorpe, smiling STILL, your
| brother will marry as other men do, and, am
afraid, from no loftier motive than love. The
| ArgOsy.