The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1881-10-08

ed with q handful OF nOtnOuSe mowers,
which he begged to be allowed to make in
to bouquet for her. Ethel had hardly
said, with a smile and blush, that she
would be very pleased to accept them, when
Lola, without word of warning, got mp
quickly from the table, and ran out of the
room. Ethel took the flowers and went to
the concert-Mr. Lindsay complimenting
her on her appearance as he handed her in
to a hanson. Going to search for Lola, 1
found her in her room sitting on low chair,
with her feet on the dressing-table, sobbing
violently. I ought to have scolded her, and
did make the attempt, but she cried so pas
sionately that was first obliged to comfort
her and dry her tears. By way OF rousing
her told her of an engagement she had
made with her aunt Sarah for that evening,
but she entirely refused to go out, and was
disrespectful enough to speak OF her aunt
Sarah as an sold fool.' 1t was late before
I brought her to reasonable frame of mind.
Yes, will certainly tell Miss Grindle to-
morrow.
June odd had no sooner left Lola last
evening and returned to the study, than
Mr.. Lindsay came to give me back the His
tary of Greece had lent him. He staid for
half an hour and we talked the whole time
about the battle of Thermopyl@. He seemed
to me more animated, earnest and interested
tlleSA udQ nCSu ulLu DClOAC, ohU S"tS ~
most intelligent opinion on the conduct OF
Leonidas in that memorable engagement.
On going away we shook hands, and he said
that it was genuine pleasure for him to
talk on any subject with one whose mind
was so well informed and impressionable.
| thought of this after he had gone, for he
seemed in what he said to have let a new
light in upon his own character. He has
always shown himself pleased to talk with
me, and he seemed at his best last night,
when we talked uninterruptedly alone. May
it be that, while he enjoys laugh with
Lola. he finds higher enjoyment in ration
al and intellectual converse? There is a
point in the character of Leonidas | think L
could make more clear to him. | Should
like to pursue the subject. Twill lend him
the history of Greece again. 1t would be
pity that he should 60 yet. will not speak
to Miss Grindle-at least not until have
explained to him that point in the charac-
ter of Leonidas.
June 26th-It is nine hours since the GER
emony was finished; but my hand still trem-
bles while I write that Mr.. Lindsay was mar
ried this morning, in the presence of Mr.. and
Mrs. Williams, to-Mary Meryoni
Lola was right; Mary is deep. For-sur-
prise on the top of surprise-this turns out
to be not a six weeks love match, but the
completion of an affair of seven years. stand
ing. They were engaged before ever he
went to sea and he came here never know
ing whom he was to find; and they knew
each other the moment they met, when he
entered the room, that night he first dined
with us! Nay, she knew him before, when
his name was told us by Mrs. Williams. And
yet not word to any of us from either of
them. Joking with Lola, tender with Eth
ell, earnest with me about Thermopyle; and
Mary silent all the while, eager only to finish
her English essay. And not even to ask us
to the wedding but perhaps that was kind.
Mrs. Williams, too, only to be told last night
when wanted as witnesses at the ceremony
Mary, who kept her own counsel, and when
she did speak only TESTED with Ethel and Lo-
la, balancing their chances oflsuccess, giving
herself the humber role of looker-on-Mary
| is at this moment Mrs. Arthur Lindsay.
believe [ was the first to offer my con-
gratulations, and that offered them with
becoming heartiness. Little Ethel followed
| me, and if the task was anything of hard
| one to her, her manner did not show it.
Mrs. Williams has succumbed to excite
| ment and neuralgia. Mr.. Williams sits in
the lower regions, chuckling frequently;
and under the stimulating influence of to-
bacco, becomes communicative to Jane on
| the subject of his own engagement to Mrs.
| Williams.
Jane, prOpuotlc dlIeE LIE event, lakes creu-
| it to herself for having long ago assured
everyone that 'this was what it was
a-coming to-"
Lola-foolish little Lola-has locked her
self into her bedroom, and is making strange
noises with the furniture upon the floor.
have tried to reason with her from the other
side of ohe door, but she only answers
through the keyhole, between her sobs, that
'sshe knew Mary was Deep"
am afraid that my sleep will be broken
| again tonight, and las happened, I think
on the evening made my first entry on this
matterl / have to prepare for my Greciar
history class tomorrow; and have mislaid
my smelling-salts again.