The Newtown bee., 1880-12-01

how could she so perjure herselfP While | Gildersleeve f1attered himself that his affair was drawing toward conclusion, l that Pauline was sure to surrender be | fore the season ended, she was begin l ming to say to herself that such thing had not only been impossible, but would remain so, as long as Ralph Vaughn ex= | isted, in this world or the other. In the meantime Vaughn was more or less impenetrable; if he hung over her i tonight, tender as lover, he was quite likely to freeze into respectful inditfeT- ence tomorrow; yesterday he was so near her that they were almost one in thought and wish and purpose; to- day, perhaps, he was as far away as the farthest star. She could not translate such alternations of temperature.
 One afternoon the gentlemen had gone trouting or cunning, and handful of the guests lounged on tte piazzas or in 1 the hammocks, and gossiped over their ing Pauline new stitch, when she presently remarked: "Oh, do you know, girls, something happened to me yesterday, and l must tell it. Nothing ever does happen me, you know, and l consider this special godsend." "Is it 8 ghost story?" asked Nell Daight.
 "Oh, very like 8 ghost story" said | Ada. Do you know, yesterday after noon I went out with my pony alone on an exploring expedition, and it grew very warm, and the pony began to limp, and presently found that we were on cliff overhanging the river, with great pine trees shaking their plumes above, and coral mosses spreading under-foot | and along It's ragged edges, and black crows cawing overhead, and sail stealing up the river as silently as phantom"
 Ada got that out of book, know" Don't break the thread of my dis course, child. Where was IF Oh, at l the sail-boat. Yes, and some oars were dipping in and out the water somewhere invisible oars, piled by Nereids, I guess somebody whistled an air l from Traviata. 1t came on the wind like horns of elfiand faintly blowing | from heaven knows where-but found out afterward. just tied the pony to 8 tree and took out my pencil; but, good l couldn't get the sounds in anyway, and presently they crystallized into words, and somebody was saying, And so you | eloped together, ehP' Oh, you've dropped stitch, Pollyw "Bother the stitches!'' said Nell. "Do go on. I'm worked up to concert | pitch."
 And even the practical Anna Rich mond remarked, "How romanticr' "tAnd so you eloped togetherp'" re- | peated Ada, delighted with herself and | her audience. 'The voice made my heart stand still, it seemed so near, and yet nobody in sight. I held my breath. Polly, you are making mess of your I work"
 ''And what did the lady reply?" asked Polly.
 "I never said there was lady in the case.n
 "I don't see how there could have been an elopement without one," par- sisted Nell.
 Don't pump 8 story-teller, Nell. We were both very young,' the other person answered. The night was too splendid to waste over German verbs. We had driven fast for an hour, having the watchdog at the Lambert semin- ary-"
 That's where you graduated, Miss Pauline, isn't it?n 6rawled Mrs. Daight.
 "I never graduated anywhere. l was dunce"
 "'We never dreamed of pursuit, you know,'" repeated Ada, picking up the thread again; ''' in fact, we had no definite object in view but the moments | happiness. I stopped to bait the horse. | In the mean time we strolled into 8 shabby old church where wedding l was going on-a simple affair. When 1 the bride turned away from the altar we stepped forward: it was the inspira- | tion of the moment. The clergyman 1 began the service. 1T forbid the banns," some one cried from the doorway, and the principals, male and female, con- 1 fronted us. It ended there. Her uncle sent her to nunnery in Quebec. ac- | cepted 8 situation as civil engineer in California. Unless she cares for your dark friend, it is my duty to propose, don't vou thinkp'
 GA pleasant duty indeed, replied the you love her. She has probably recov- ered.'o
 'And- what did the other--person answerp' asked Polly, very deliberately, and stopping to pia k up 8 stitch.
 "' You think sop he asked, as if the idea was new to him."
 And thenP"
 "That was all. One of them began to whistle from Traviata again. They spoke about the fishing and the tides, and came away, hugging my romance. I w hSu It ulCS duu Ouu,
 Hut why were ou not discovered at your eavesdroppingPn
 "Whyp Just because it was regular l eavesdropping. you know. The speakers were under the cliffs in 8 boat.'' "Yes," said Nell Daight, sI know the place. Clarence took me there once. 1t is the Cliff cave, where they fish; it runs under the ledge the length of this piazza; and there's Assure in the rock overhead through which you can see a strip of blue sky and birds wheeling across it. To one sitting above, voices
 would reach easily from below"
 < I barely escaped falling through the
 fissure once" said Anna Richmond.
 Some day the whole mass will crum ble away, and plunge into the river. hope I shan't be there"
 That night, when Vaughn met Paul
 line in the garden, she asked: Has the
 fishing been good to-dayp"
 !" We went shooting" he replied '.we 1 fished yesterday"
 .sIn the Cliff cavePD
 I ssYes, but we had no luck. Werested
 on our oars, lighted our pipes-" I But Clarence was with you? Wasn't
 he volublep What did you talk abouta'
 ! About auld lang syne, Pauline.n
 Oh, that is too stupid Auld lang
 syne is bore. There is nothing in the past care to remember.'' 7
 Nothing, PaulineP eP-nothingP Then
 will resign you to the present and Mir
 Gildersleeve,' ' as that gentlemen joined
 them; and Mir. Vaughn lighted hil
 cigarette and strolled toward the river.
 bank. Mir. Vaughn would have left the
 terrace behind him, as we'll as the gir
 he loved, on the following day, but Mrs
 Richmond's horses took fright on tht
 way to the station, and while the coach
 man broke his arm, Vaughn came of
 with bad sprain of the ankle. Coult i anything be more commonplace and les,
 romanticp he asked himself Reclinins