New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-02-27

down to the floor, aud wound itself round the stall
10 legs or me aa9 T1 r x ptsy
limbs knew nothing OF the slender shackles tina
bound them, but Miss Brackenthorpe felt sudder
Dear me- dear me- my thread cried the poor lady
appearing to grope with outstl etched hands in the
semi darkness that surrounded her. here-there
no-here OBJ, beg your pardon, yes-heTe.'
What Is itP asked every voice that of the
offender included. He walked quickly back to his
former place. and broke the thread as he came
then, when he saw what had happened. be tried to
extricate himself and mend matters, but only made
them worse, for. as he turned round ana round, he
twisted 1t again and again.
~. Il am so sOrrry,' he said humbly. He was red in
the face fr0E the efforts he made to disentangle
himself. At last John Grey. who was 10 fits Of
laughter released him. Mrs. Grey was gracefully
| amused.
Dear Miss Brackenthorpe, your pretty work.
| am afraid we shall never ms Ike the gentlemen ap-
| preciate it. thongh.'
Poor Miss Brackenthorpe looked nervous and
guilty.
Can you forgive me p asked the liberated giant
with sweet smile as he offered Der his hand for
inply sweet smile, that MISS Brackenthorpe felt SIZE
wond like 10 spend her substance In buying balls
OF thread to win such smiles She gazed up into his
face with silent rapture; no one before now had
ever asked her to forgive HIM. She knew not how
to answer.
i told you WINS great numbering fellow, he
went on.
oh, no, no.
Her tremuous hand lay huttering in his. which
squeeze Poor Miss BIackenthorpe bit her lips but
Dear Miss BrScfenthorpo' said Mrs. Grey, 4
really must ask you to let me pass; am so very
tired of Standing
The spinster .effaced' herself against the door
her moment of happiness was over; someone put a
lighted candle into her hand and she follow ed Mrs
Grey and the Scotch lady upstairs. She had
scarcely reached the landing when she thought Of
the very thing she ought to have said to the demi
god. What pity she had not thought OF it before
She leaned over the balustrade though she knew il
was too late for there was not soul in sight. She
could hear some manly voices at the front door |
then she smet whit of cigar smoke.
Dear Miss BrackenthOrpe, are you looking for
one of the waitersP asked Mrs Grey, pausing on
oh. no, not waiter answered the poor thing
with unnecessary candOr; that is, mean. no one
Mics Brackenthorpe was, by predilecton, a late
riser, and, whom forced bv circumstances and Swiss
was seldom punctHal, but generally made taf 1i
and somewhat untidy appearance at the breakfast
table. She was one OF those people who always
losing thor keys, whose buttons will never get but
toned, whose strings have o trick of tying them
selves into knots whenever sho hurried herself IN
my way, pins ran INTO her fingers and the things
She most wanted hid themselves away into odd
corners OF the room. But on the following morning
o her meeting with her yonng hero. Miss Bracken-
horpe was alert and ready-the first of all her ,
'artY. she dressed herself with unusual precision
md care and made her way down to the sale while
hrs. Grey was yet turning in her bod, wondering !
whether it were absolutely impossible to indulge in
ne more scantv before John looked In to ex-
lain for the tenth time:
Really, my dearp
There was nobody in tho sdle but waiter who, u
his shabby black clothes and dirty but elaborate
hrt-front, looked as IL he had been up all night.
10 was Doslly placing the thick white cups and y
incers and plates at that end Of tho long dining l.
able where tho lireys and their Scotch friends n
vet however, onv the mne no Signs Oh
herein countless flies had already drowned them H.
Ives. and toward which, across the wide expanse ~
tablecoth. many other flies, eager for suicide a,
ere rapidly vending their way. But there was y,
mething else on the table that immediately at ~
acted d Miss aS Braebke1thorRos gaze 1t was bunch
id upon plate. on Mrs. Grey's plate, evidently. II
Poor Miss Brackenthorpe's heart Palpitated with
crowd OF varied feelings rs she drew near, and
ok mp the flowers IN her tender hands.
All. yes' the waiter said geographically, dc
ntlenan, he leave dem for do LADY,
What gentleman
De gentleman who gone away dis morning.
Yes yes, de tall Englishman; him gone away on
mountains wild his guide. lie very early. gentle
ionei and so also were gone tho pleasant dreams
iancles that, like pack Of cards tho poor soul
Dulit UP within her own mi Ind dreams and | =
he the less precious TO her. Ii was not much sbe
booked for! only two or three more kind words r
lance, smile Of sympathy few Of those small I
ems of goodwill which the strong land therefore 7
rich ones Of the earthl can bestow their r
rer. weaker brothers or sisters-tokens which =
so easy to give, 10 blessed TO received But her | Y
0 was gone. and, in going. had left behind him A
ct memories. Poor Miss BIackenthorpe coud u
rcely believe her eyes; there was small piece n
paper attached to the flowers, and OH it was ~
ITEM -,
r oys grew dim. her pulse beat high. ~
le not como back said the waiter, shaking his
L soemnly rs NO banged tho chairs about, and "
oudcd TO dust them with greasy napkin he r.
many miles today over do mountain, and N
4 take dc train 10 Geneva A.
iss Brackonthorpe sat down the fresh wind 80
' IN at the open window; she held her hand $50
the flowers to shield them; she longed fool an
y to press them to her lips. But who can sym
lize. with romantic heart that Is no longer =,
that what might have been pardonablo in rass
rs was impossible for hor Mt any rate, she stole ica
tly upstairs. and opening tho knapsack that liio
her slender luggage. she hid the flowers away him
rently and lovingly IN q small handbook Ii is mon
that IN order to make room for them, she was Tire
god to turn out her best cap. Mrs Grey in that
ed for 1t some days afterward. having missed pain
ON Its owners head at table dhOtc but she BEN
surprised 10 learn that it was only ono OF the tang
things that poor Miss Brackenthorpe had left cOur
nd deye
at wary strategist was sitting innocently oc- resi
oil with her tattng when the other travellers pose
down TO Breakfast Everybody was much you
riscd and disappointed to hear OF the carly de- such
ire OF the young EnglIshman, o pieco OF news NINA
u Miss Brackenthorpe had apparently casually fade
led from the waiter. Mrs Grey especially was teIis
In his praises, and II was she who aDxiOusy tragt
ned the pages of the visitors book to find cata'
?. But IL was not there The other names come
there in full, the Greys having written them most
Immediately on their arrival rent
0 master of the hotel when appealed TO-. was other
annoyed TO find that the Englishman had whic
rted so suddenly and without giving the re- rate
to details Of his name occupation and resi-. Tht
:, according to custom lilo swore ronndly at ton
Taters. but they having received r0esse from the
tTanger, cared but little for tbeiI cynnovers whc
words, and shrugged their shonldcis care | Ikea
rs they went OH their way reioicIng IN sn,osh cOus
more OF his china " she w
guide was also a stranger apnarentIv no vc
It what on earth can Il possibly signify my place
asked John Grey Indignantly at last What vulga
t concern us whether tho fellow = name was place
!, or Jones, Robinson For Uoaven's sake SINGER
out the coffee he NAV 20 TO ZerIatt or TO Henry
10, for sll | carcP makiI
so tho matter ended. At least II nearly TONS
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