The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1881-04-14
HER LITTLE ROMANCE.
MARY REED CRowELL.

Evelyn held her pretty little head to
one side, like meditative sparrow, and
We're Carol thought that if she had not
been his cousin he would have easily
enough fallen in love with her himself.
instead of showing her Chamneys photo
graph and praising up the original to the
very best of his ability.
HE looks handsome. Is he really as
good looking as his picture, Vere?'
Evelyn looked up, with sparkle of
admiration in her own beautiful eyes.
Hes even fandsomer than his photo
graph; and, what's more to the point,
he's the very best fellow in the world
he said. enthusiastically.
EYES," Evelynanswered thoughtfully,
and then her cheeks flushed a little and
the sparkle in her eyes gave place to
gravity.
sit is certainly very much more
to the point, We're, and 1 think Mr.
Chamney is gentleman 1 would like
could like very we'll, if only"
She hesitated, dropped her lovely
head and then laughed.
"What girl you are, EVE! What an
unreasonable grill You always have an
if between you and every promise of
pleasure"
II believe I do" she said, in her
sweet, spirited way. Il have to, We're,
don't you see? In this case, if only
and she flashed saucy smile from her
violet eyes to him-''if only Mr.. Sydney
Chamney had an income, or a salary, or
even wages of his own, and 1 was not so
rich as unfortunately am"
Carroll laughed at the lugubrious lit
tie sigh she uttered.
'You can easily get rid of your
fortune, Evelyn. You might make it
over co society for Christian burial OF
murdered felines, or you could give it to
me, for that matter"
Don't be absurd, vere," she said,
half vexedly.
"And don't be goose" he answered,
tartly. 81 tell you sgd Chamney is the
grandest fellow out, and if he hadn't the
second coat to his back. he'd deserve the
best woman that walks this earth"
Evelyn looked seriously at the i'm
perial card We're had brought her-the
face and shoulders of thoroughly hand
some, manly man; face with o perfect
mouth, sweet, proud, whose expression
the long, dropping moustache did not
conceal; with well-opened, intelligent
dark eyes. which Evelyn easily imagined
capable of smiling unutterable things to
a woman's heart.
Certainly the very ideal of grand,
kingly fellow. from the fair, broad brow,
where the dark hair crept carelessly
back, to the very pose he had taken in
the artists chair.
Evelyn looked up, suddenly, with q
little flash in her eyes that We're hadn't
seen there yet.
"Why doesn't he come himself, if he
is so anxious to become acquainted
with me?"
Carroll smiled.
soho, my spirited little lady! that's
what the matter, is it? Well, he is com
ing by-and-by. He's not one of your
sort to rush headlong into anything
even a lady's favor. He is off for an in.
definite time-on solitary hunting
expedition up in Northern New Jersey
and the stars only know when he'll come
back. But when he does-good- for
you, Evelyn, my girlI'
And after Mr.. We're Carol had hastily
beaten his retreat Evelyn sat thought.
fully by the window, studying the face
of Sydney Chamney.
mistake. / wonder how long it will be
before he comes back"
A big low -ceilinged room, with a
open fire place, where . huge log lay
blazing and sparkling sending great
streams Of light out into the old-fash'
Toned room.