The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-08-27

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ONE desire it. | will not so lower my
self p And with this violent outbreak
Miss Irvine Grancy walked ont of the
room assigned to herself during her stay
atJerome Lakes, and out into the coolest,
shadiest. most secluded depths of the
great park that inclosed the noble old
mansion.
sit is shamel" she cried, throwing
herself back downward upon the yield
ing moss, and folding her white round
arms across her flushed face, "that I
should be flung at Morgan Ingraham as
Morgan Ingraham filings his bait at the
fishes in Aunt Jerome's lakes But
THEREAFTER pause it is my own
fault. I had no business to come here
and let myself be placed in this hu-
initiating position. If I had only gone
to work Immediately would never have
seen Morgan Ingraham, and he would
never have bad chance to despise me.
Despise me Yes, despise me, who am
ten times more beautiful and more in
telligent than Vashti Short and Adella
Jerome, who may yet smile on him and
force their society upon him as they
please, since they are rich and cannot
be accused of fortune-hunting Well
1 will rectify my mistake-I will go
away tomorrow. No one shall prevent
mel'
Having made this rash, but, perhaps,
not quite unwise resolve, Miss Grancy
fell to musing; and she was just on the
borders of Sunderland when voices
aroused her. She had not been aware
of her proximity to one of her "Aunt
Jerome's Lakes" but, in fact, among
the evergreens not twenty feet away
lay one of the deepest and most seclu-
ded of the pretty sheets of water which
gave its name to the fine old estate
And, evidently, some one was robbing
it of fish.
Diamonds I should say sor' ex-
claimed one of the voices, energetically.
''But, then, it shows the old man s
sense to invest in those. You see, dia-
monds can always be disposed of to adj
vantage. just take them out of their
setting and there is nothing to betray
their former owner, Or that they have
been used, and you can get full value
for them"
"That's fact I'd rather-By Jove
there's fish for you! What fun this
isp
"Poachers I" thought Miss Grancy.
cru walk back. It must be near
archery time"
But there was not much excitement
in archery that afternoon. The fair
contestants had no audience. Presently
two carriages full Of new guests rolled
up to the great porch, and Adella and
Miss Short threw down their bows.
IRVINE put few more arrows in the
gold, without Multiplying, and then COM
menced to gather together her equip
ments.
"Why stop SO soon, Miss Grancy ?"
asked Mr.. Ingraham, making his ap-
pearance.
because I am tired of it. and. it is
time to dress for dinner. You know
that there has been quite an accession
of guests p
Eyes; the carriages passed me as I
came in the park gates. I had been
down to the village. I have a friend
stopping at the hotel there"
"Yes?" said Miss Grancy, indiffer-
emily, as they reached the rose-terrace
at the LEFT of the old mansion, and broke
off spray of blood-colored roses and
disappeared, humming gay little tune.
It was unusually gay at Jerome Lakes
that night. The summer season was
fairly inaugurated. The great dancing
parlor was thrown open, lanterns
cleaned among the shrubbery and two
musicians played delicious music on the
balcony.
Ervine waltzed to her hearts content
and TO every mans delight. There was
not such dancer in the room.
"May have this waltz, Miss GrancyY
queried fngraham, long before any one
had dreamed of saying goodnight. 81
am retiring eaaly."
81 am sorry, but it is promised.
| Goodnight )" and in a moment more
she was whirling away in the arms of a
very dark young man who was to all
appearances deeply enamored of her.
Ingraham walked away.
Evidently she doesn't carep he
said.
1t was nearly twelve when the guests
separated for the night.
vi, WiSA III WISH I'LL over i
IRVINE sighed, stepping out upon a
balcony that opened on the rose-terrace
and was empowered in fragrant masses
of bloom. "But it must be! I must
go!"
One by one doors closed, and little by
little the stiffness of midnight came on.
The moon shone Whitley on the silent
park and the open rose-terrace, with it's
silvery fountain and dew-laden flowers.
The soft July breeze blew the damp,
ravishing odors against the girls visit
full, resolute face. The leaves whis-
pered enticingly, and the soft, sweet
voices of the night made restful music
A servant came into the great parlor,
back of IRVINE, and put out the flaming
lights and closed the windows.
"Leave this, just few minutes,
john" she begged, smiling, as he came
to her balcony. 81 am going away
from here tomorrow and / want few
minutes more of the roses and the moon
light. l will fasten the window and
bar the shutters"
every we'll, Miss Ervine," he re.
sponded, respectfully and kindly.