The Portland daily press., 1881-11-14

trout-fshing. He fell in love with her and
| married her; my great-uncle married them
| himself. After the mrriage they went abroad (;
| and one day it came out quite by chauce
that he had been married under a false
name-George St. George. He assured her
that the legality of the marriage wac certain.
He told her also that his reason for deceiv-
| ing her was because his uncle, who had large
| unentaied estates, had arranged a marriage
| for him; and if he heard anything OF my
mother would probably cut him off with but
very small property. My mother never
| troubled herself about it; she loved him, and
| she had perfect faith in him; and so few
| months passed over. He seems, although
| quite Young, being only seven-and-twenty
at the time of his marriage, to have had
| most passionate and unforgivfng temper, as
| nv mother found to her cost--and mine for
| one day she angered him so much that ne
| left her. I fancy she had been in a passion
| herself, and had cried out that she no
| longer loved him. Whatever it was, he
never forgot it or forgave it. "You shall
never see me again." he told her. "and you
| shall never know who you are" From that
| day to this she has never seen him. For
| anything we know to the contrary he may
| have been a chimney-sweeper. Mother went
| back to Llangwylt, and 1 was born there !;
/
came here to starve upon $40 year." she
broke off bitterly.
| Did she never try to find him out?"
'Uncle Meredith did; but mother was too
SWhat strange story!" Jack said
4 thoughtfully; sand o, by love, what a
beastly temper he must have hade'
'Ah, that's where mine comes from," re-
ioined Dorothy calmly. "Who's that,
| naecad than a prqppfnl |
| outrigger, with a man in white flannels,
| who came as near to the bank as he could
| venture, evidently to stare at her. and who,
| after salutation to JACK, sculled away and
| was out of sight in no time.
| ssThat my darling, is the handsomes
| man in the SERVICE" Jack answered. "We
call him the Lady-killer-in. Chief.
II.
The tLady-Killer-in-C Chief" had changed
| his dannels for his ordinary clothes-ligbt
| gray trousers and coat of gray velveteen.
| He certainly, as he sauntered down the
| High street at Blankhampton, merited the
| homage which was paid to his personal ap-
| pearance when his brother-officers spoke of
| him as the handsomest man in the service
| The only fault in his face was its extreme
coldness; cold classic features; cold blonde
hair, irreproachably parted down the middle
| aud brushed straight away behind his ears
1 WlLlOuI Halt UelllR Out Va paw Soie Ala1CA
| ewes, large and beautiful in themselves; and
| a cold smile, like the fickering of feeble
| winter sun over snow-topped mountains.
| An utterly cold manner, too-which to
| women seemed irresistible-and perhaps the
| most cutting caustic wit that had ever made
| itself felt in the mess-room of the Blank
| hamton Barracks. Staggering leisurely
| down the High street he met Dickson, who,
as matter Of course, step!ped, b,
sTve beeu for pull The rivers awful
| ly jolly to-day, and, by-the-by, Dickson"
| -plunging at once into the subject upper
moat in his thoughts-'scan you tell me who
that girl is Sinclair goes about with-tall
| girl with golden hair?'
81 don't know her name. l believe Sin
clairs going to marry her."
s'Going to marry her! All, it is settled?'
/ 81 really don't know. She's very hand
| some girl,'' remarked Dickson, carelessly.
eUncommonly," Montagu replied, with
| what, for him, was great warmth. Sand so
| Sincair's serious?"
80, quite sop adding.with laugh, "Has
| she taken you rather? No use; she's awful
! ly in love with Sinclair"
"Pooh Pll cut him out in week." cried
| Montague confidently.
81 don't believe she'llook at you"
'sWon't she? Well, yon'll see;" and then
bQ6 Two m6n pdTteu duu Wcub Iucil icepCC-
| tive wavs, neither of them in the least
aware that the subject of their conversation
/ was Just within the door of the shop behind
| them, and had heard their whole conversa-
| ton, with proud scorn filling her violet eyes,
and utter contempt on her imperious mouth.
Byran Montagu did not find the task he
had set himself altogether easy to accom-
plish, for he could not succeed in making
| a start. In the first place he did not know
81, lsx,oI ov,I 90,
| he never met her anywhere he could not
| obtain an introduction, However, at last
| he happened to meet her with Sinclair in a
shop, and asked boldly asked to be intro
| duced.
Miss St. George was very gracious to him.
She smiled so enchantingly that Jack
straightway went off into towering rage
and scolded her all the way home, at which
she laughed more heartily than he had ever
heard her laugh in his life. To add to his
wrath Montagu informed him during the
| dinner that evening that Miss ST. George
| was really very decent looking; "and be-
| lieve passed you on the river one day last
| weeF," he ended.
eyes, and you turned and stared at her as
| if she'd been some little milliner GIRL" Jack
returned sulkily.
sThe penalty of beauty, my dear chap"
| laughed Montagu lightly. "Now / assure
you that Pm so accustomed to be ogled that
I should feel quite uncomfortable with peo-
pie who didn't admire me-"
ssMiss st. George didn't admire you, at
all events" retorted Jack with a short
laugh; ''for she said she never saw such a
screw in her life."
At which Bryan Montagu, who was really
a very pretty oar, though, perhaps, with
slight tendency to "screw," was, for once,
taken aback; and registered an inward VOW
that before many days were over he would
pay Miss st. George out with interest for
that unfattering remark. And pay her out,
how? As he had made many another girl
suffer before-broken-hear for the cold
hazel eyes which for her had been wont to
have no coldness in their clear depths; for
the straight-featured classic face which had
made itself her heaven; for the sound of the
smooth persuasive voice which would fall
upon her ears nevermore, or, if perchance it
did so, fraught only with sighting indiffer
ence more hard to bear than silence. That
was the plan Mr.. Bryan Montagu marked
out as Miss st. Georges punishment.
Accordingly, the following aftrnoon, in
stead of betaking himsek to the club or his
more favorite river, he turued into the di-
rection of the village in which Mrs. st.
Georges house was; and, as luck would
have it, just as he passed the Cotterstone's
house he saw Miss st. George emerge from
the gate OF her cottage and turn down the
gate leading to the river. He followed in
stantly, and reached her just as she was
about to pass through the little gate which
opened into the River Fields.
Mr.. Montagu lifted his hat with. his most
fascinating smile. Miss St. George blushed
becomingly, and dropped her splendid eyes.
Mr.. Montague thought he had never before
beheld so lovely face. Miss St. George
thought-well, she looked as if she found
herself in Arcadia.
''Yon are going for walk?" he asked.
s'Well, no. / am going to sit by the edge
of the river and read" she replied.
''May come with yon and talk insteadT'
he said imploringly.
go yes if you like,'' she replied camly,
thinking what luckey thing it was that
Jauck was safely out of the road, being on
duty that day.
Any one who could have heard their con-
versation that afternoon must have laughed
even if it had been Jack Sinclair himself;
they were SO awfully polite to begin with.
Each seemed to be trying how fascinating he
or she could be. Each seemed SO desperately
anxious to make the other pleased. They
got along like house on fire, which is, as
every one knows tolerably rapid rate. In