The Newtown bee., 1880-12-01
IN THE CLIFF GAVE.

"This is my friend MT. Vaughn, Miss Belmont" said Clarence Richmond, as the werry ran her brow between the rocks, into anchorage, almost at Miss Belmont's feet, where she sat sketching. She had known that Vaughn was ex. pected, but she had not dreamed of be- ing thus taken unawares, and she geve the least little start, dropping her eyes till they met his, waiting below.
 Good afternoon, MT. Vaughn" she said, almost, you might have thought, as if they had only parted in the morn ing. Have the skies fallen, that we catch larksp"
 s'No, but the tide has," he returned, his gaze still commanding hers We had intended to keep on down the river, and join General Fogg's yachting party ; but with this dead wind against us, they would be out on the Atlantic before we could overtake them" MT. Vaughn had the air of offering an apology for intrud- ing as he spoke.
 "Oh, I thought that had been given up," said Pauline.
 "Yes," replied Clarence, '' we gave it up last night; but as we came down the river Vaughn was suddenly attacked with. longing for wet sheet and a flowing sail.'
 And now you have wet blanket insteadP"
 "This maritime interest only struck him, I'm free to confess, ,after had given him the names of our guests, and he found that the great heiress wasn't among them."
 "Oh, indeed! Not complimentary to the rest of us, MT. Vaughn"
 "You have heard of seamen's warns Clarence is a veritable jacky tar in that respect. What is an heiress to me, or to an heiressp"
 They had climbed the rocks by this time, and walked up the lawn together, still chatting, to the piazza
 She takes to him as 8 fish takes tc water" thought Clarence. s'Jovet one would think she had known him since the flood. She's almost too self-pos sessed and civil to strangers They had tea under the apple trees that night at Mrs. Richmond's, and the moon came up behind the t Ill sycamores and mapped the scene in q tender at mosphere, which was half dusky an6 half luminous; and later they al strolled down to the rocky shore and tool | the tide to the beach, lighted drift. | wood fire and forgot the hour. Mr Vaughn had spoken of leaving on tn, l following day, but the days rounded l into weeks, and still he delayed. H. I might be going tomorrow or the da, after; in the meantime he was at tn, Terrace. and the Terrace was simply { l suburb of Eden. He could leave at , moments notice; what was the use O wasting such weather thinking abou itp Edenp Well, yes, till Gildersleev, came-G Gildersleeve with his debonai assurance, his eyes like s lights whici do mislead the morn," and that voice o his ringig out on their moonlight ex cursions. with its flexible tenor, pa thetic as the cry of the whip-poor- | sweet as the breath of honeysuckies ii June, as sad as death, as sweet a heaven Pauline used to sit wrapped in cloud of melody, so to speak, oI those still summer nights. She wa trying to make up her mind abou Giidersleeve; to make believe with her self that she already belonged to hin heart and soul, and had no eyes. 0 thoughts, or regrets, for another; no that she was bound by any promises aud perhaps, if Vaughn had gene ol General Fogg's sparty, Gildersleev might have found the course of his tru love somewhat smoother. Thouo]
 Vaughn sang never note, and had n
 languishing dark eyes with which to in
 veigle hearts, yet when she met hi ] glance, Gildersleeve's chances waxe