The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1882-08-10

find a spot under all this bloom?"
Gould | find a spot in paradisep"
And the bold young man had presently
found it, and had taken the reins, and
turned the horses heads about.
"Why, what are you doing? where are
you going?'' she exclaimed.
"Back to the greenhouse to send all
this fragrant truck up by messenger.
And then into the air. 1 lave won my
case, and must get out upon the open
country somewhere"
''You have won YOU easel"
ayes, one of them. The other shall
know about before long"
81 didn't know you had two of them.
In the Supreme Court?"
zone of them. And one in the SUI
premest Court of ALL"
"There is no understanding legal lore.
Some States have Judges and Justices,
and others have Chancellors and Surro-
gates. And there are Courts of Equity
and Admiralty, and Superior Courts and
Supreme Courts, but | never heard of
this one"
"Yet you are the Jury who will bring
in the verdict, the Judge who may per-
haps draw on the Black Cap"
.'Why don't you say executioner and
alp Iean't have you talking SO alb
surdly."
at makes a man talk absurdly-"
"To be driving down Fourteenth Street
and out on the Rock Greek Road on a
summer morning? Do you know, 1
think Washington is more delightful in
summer than in the height of the gay
season. l am always rather glad when
papa is kept here by the long session.
Hot, to be sure-New Orleans is a good
deal cooler-but one feels alive in such
heat. l like it, and fancy 1 might grow
a soul in it, as a flower expands
"And you are o talking absurdly
now?"
mo, indeed. Three months ago 1
hadn't any soul; three weeks ago l was
just beginning to be conscious of one;
today"
swell, today"
80, what magnificent woods!. To
think of such forest glades so near a
great city! Just look down that DELFT
is dark and dewy still. See the rich
green gloom of the depths. And do you
hear the ripple of the creek? 1t is pure
music. Listen! Thatcan not be amock-
ing-bird; but what is itp Last night, at
midnight, do you know, all the mock
ing-birds in all the cages hung outside
all the windows in the city began their
warbling, this flute answering the other,
and all at once. and one alone, and the
scent of the great grandiIlora m%agnolias
in the parks came floating through the
still air, till one felt the song itself was
white and sweet as that flower. o, see
the checkered sunshine on the turf! Why
are you stopping here? But is too lovely
to go on"
II am stopping here for you to get
through talking against time" said her
companion. '.Do you suppose l came
out here to eXclaim over the beauties of
nature? l know the place is beautiful;
l feel it in the core of my being. No one
can take the sense of it away from me.
But"-as the flush mounted his dark
cheek-'I have something infinitely
more beautiful and precious beside me,
and it is perhaps in the power of some
one l despise to take that away from me
~irrevocably. No; it is my turn now. and
you must listen to me. Just now 1 have
the advantage of all the world; I am be-
side you, l hear your voice, 1 feel your
presence, and l hesitate to break the
spell. Yet I must; for tomorrow, per-
haps, Prince Vinca may ask you to be
his wife; to-day, l demand that you shall
become mine"
Then there was silence. There was
the sunshine checkering the turf, the
stream warbling below, the leaves MUIR
muring above, the birds replying to one
another in broken phrases of song, And
! there was a whirl of broken thoughts
sweeping through the young girls brain
and taking possession of her. The dia-
dem of a Princess, the plain black silk
of a lawyers wife, the cherries palace,
!, the cottage with its wild-rose hedges, and
love, love, love. Should Laura Joy, with
!, her clergyman and love, have a life
worth living, and she have only what the
balance of the jeunesSe equtesee of Prince
Vinca might give her, with the contact,
too, of the disdainful noble connections,
t and the implication of having old her
self for a price? Why should papa want
her to leave him for that fortune-huntel
attache? That, if she understood her
2 mother-and of course she did-was al
| that his opposition to Paul Despard
meant. And mamma trying to uphold
him, thinking more of a title won by
some old robber, centuries since, than o
1 happiness to-day? She would let them
. know she was mott to be driven like kittlt
cattle. She should think, at any rate
that ones mother would sympathize will
. youth, and hope, and-she turned ant
looked calmly and gravely at Despard
: waiting and surveying her, and the colo
Il flashed all over her face, and the tear
h were ready to sparkle on the tips of hel
long lashes, as She finished the sentenc,
e in her mind-and love.
care you going to stay here all dayP'
she asked presently, without looking up
It'll l have an answer o."
"Your demand. Don't you think tina
e is rather an autocratical beginning?"
"tLow suing
May bring wooing.
e said Despard.
..Did L understands she said, de
murely, then, ''that you demand Ishoult
become your wife to-day? Won't to
+ morrow do?"
Il was not bold enough to dream o
such a rapturous possibility" he said
"But l was unwise. Tomorrow will
not do. You remember the little brown
chapel, Rock Creek Church, out here
L mile or two? You shall give me YOU
answer there"
4 ..Do you really think it will be best?'
L she said. care you willing to take
: wife who, if Prince Vinca had positively
:. asked her first, might have been his wife
: instead of yours?"
: AS for the remainder of the drive tina
t morning, from this delicious resting-spo
L to the little brown chapel, where the min
lister happened TO be at the door, with
: throng of pickaninnies at his heels, j
J, may be best for us to remember tina
there are times and places where ..twt
L are company, and three are none"
5 So you see, after all, it was not Mis-
Jessie that returned to the Brancepetl
mansion that evening, where guest
were assembled, dinner waiting her ar
rival, and her mother rs vainly endeav
oring to conceal her anxiety as a birC
: that twitters on the stem when her nest
lings are threatened. Mrs. Brancepetl
o felt, and by no means vaguely, that some
o thing was on hand, but what she knew
I not, although her keen woman's wi
gave her suspicious and hopes; Jessi,
V not vet returned but pOne all day. Pan