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many social gatherings, and was the lion at
all. He appeared to forget all about the
quiet and retirement he had come to seek;
for he took Nellie to ball or party two
or three nights every week. Cline" as
she often said, seemed to fly like the
wind.'
One evening John Mortimer's jealousy
reached a crisis. He brought Miss Jennie
Bell to party, where Nellie was to be with
her usual attendant, hoping to irritate
his betrothed into some decided action.
He succeeded; but in very unexpected
manner, for Nellie, with contemptuous
laugh, said:
John, you are only making a goose of
yourself. 1 don't care pin whom you flirt
with"
He saw that she was speaking truth,
and the next minute, with rare dignity, re-
piled:
"Nelie, you are right. have been
playing the fool, it is true. I love you
God knows I do-better than my life; but
you care no longer for me. Mr.. Chel-
mont has won you from me. Some
thing tells me to warn you against that
man but 1 shall not trouble you with my
advice, except to take proper care Of your
SELF"
That very same night, coming home, Mr..
Chelmont declared his passion, laid his
heart and fortune, such as it was Che did
did not know how much, he said d)-at Miss
TyrrePs feet. She accepted him, and it
was the happiest hour of her life.
A little while afterward Mr.. Chelmont's
book was finished. He announced that
he was obliged to go to town to put it to
press.
"No end of bore, my darling" he re-
marked to poor Nellie, pale and crying
but such things are inexorable as fate. I
shall return as soon as I can, and Eou may
expect a letter from me every day."
The next morning train bore him away,
and as he passed Chestnut Farm in the
train, he waved his handkerchief from the
window; and, for the first time, Nellie felt
an interest in the cars that so regularly
sped by, to and from the city of A.
Then came the old dead blank again.
To Nellie the reaction was terrible. There
were no more parties, no delicious love-
making, nothing but dead calm.
Mr.. Chelmont did not write so regularly
as he had promised, nor were his letters
very long. He said that business took up
nearly all his time, but soon he hoped for
better things; and this, with many ardent
protestations of love, was the burden of all
his correspondence.
John Mortimer came to the Farm some
times, but Nellie was very cool to him,
and he seemed almost as miserable as her.
self.
Aftersome weeks he unexpectedly stopped
on his way from the village with letter.
Nellie recognized the handwriting, and
tore it open with beating-heart. 1t IAN
thus
my DARL1NG-Look for me every day.
This is the last word you shall have from
me until we are face to face.
She watched as patiently as the unhap-
py Marianne, in her moated grange. When
he came he would take her away from this
horrible place, and they would be married,
and she should never set eyes upon the
scenes Of her wretchedness again. She
counted the very minutes.
But after many more tiresome days the
torture of delay grew unendurable. Spring
has come, and all nature was lovely as it
rose out of the Winters slumber. Nellie
found no charm in it for her, but shudder-
ed with disgust.
One beautiful afternoon she was sitting
on the porch, melancholy and angry, and
John Mortimer, full of pity and affection,
stood by her. Her little brother Frank
was there, too, and, breaking long silence,
he said:
"Nelie, why are you always so cross p"
Because 1 am tired to death Oh, how
detest this dull place I do wish some
hing awful would happen-lust to create
In excitement and give US change"
Nothing very awful could happen here
about, Nellie" sighed John, ruefully, as
# he would like to get up an earthquake,
Or something equally terrible, for her
special qualification.
mo-" snapped the young lady; eve
can't even have railroad-accident. The
trains have been running by here for ten
years, and never yet have they failed to
pass on time to the minute. L do wish
somebody would put something on the
track, and throw the next train off"
Nellie! ]" cried John, much shocked.
She laughed and blushed, and perhaps
regretted that silly speech, and penitently
began to be more agreeable. She even
offered to go into the parlor, and sing Johns
favorite ballad for him. He Insisted eager
ly, and presently was in the seventh heav-
en- as he leaned upon the old piano and
listened to his darling's angelic music.
In the midst of one of Nelle's songs, she
and her companion were both startled by
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