The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-11-10

Il repeat it, and you know that an
not accusing you without cause. Gerald
| is my friend, and cannot look on anC
see him made a fool of, and hold my
peace. You are my sister-as dear 3
little sister in most things as man could
wish for-and I will not let you wrong
your own better nature and cause griei
TO him that will surely recoil upon Your.
self, without making an effort to avert
the i'll | dread for both, if you will per.
sist in such a foolish course
'tAh, you are cruel, unkind," again
murmured Beatrice.
II hope not. Certainly haven't in
tended to be so.' her brother replied =
Take my advice, Trix, and be your
own true self. A good mans honest
love is not to be lightly played with
Now, my little Trixy, you'd better lay
all this to heart"
This was the end of handsome BERTHE
Vane's long lecture to his pretty, CO.
quettish sister, Beatrice He lounced
on the open door, and she sat upon the
lower stair in the hall, pouting and
playing with daisy chain. 1t had been
a long and unusually serious lecture, all
about Gerald Hilton, the last of Trixy's
Summer lovers, whose heart she was
playing with as she had pla, ed with a
score of other lovers since the lovely
season of Mossmere began.
IF he were noodle like Fitzgerald.
or fool like Markham, Trix, / would
MT care" BERTHE had said. But for
you just to amuse yourself at PLAYING
hide-and-seek with fellow like Gerald
won't do; in fact, he won't stand it;
and you'll never have another such an
offer, you silly, spoiled little puss, as
long as you live. So take my advice and
marry him off hand, like woman and
no more of this fiirting''
BERTHE had turned away as he spoke
and lit a cigar. Trix had twisted her
chain until she broke it. She was still
pouting, but the flush had died off her
checks, and there was sus-
picious moisture in her blue ewes. She
did not speak. She could not tell BERTHE
that his shafts had gone home. She
knew well enough that Gerald Hilton
was all her brother claimed him to be-
She had learned it already by the man.
ly way with which he received her re
fusal the previous evening.
''She liked him very much as friend
but she could not think of anything
further, = she had said, her golden head |
as high as possible in the air. and hel |
gaze wandering as far as it could from |
The serious attention of his handsome |
grey eyes.
They were such clear, frank, beautiful |
eyes. They haunted her sleep thai
hight. She woke up and thought by |
he moonlight, and felt very small and
mean. What did make her such an in
sincere triiier she couldn't understand. |
She knew that there were not many men
ike Gerald Hilton.
Instead of being grateful for his love,
Why had she crested her head. like a sill
y yellow bird, and declined il?
And he had not uttered an angry OF
eproachful word-had not accused he1
Il flirting, called her "a heartess CO.
uette, as the others did-only bowed
n silence and left her courteously
But those clear, beautiful eyes would
ot be forgotten. She sobbed a little on
er pillow, trying to declare that she did
OF care.
And now, with morning. comes Ber-
les serious interferencew though he |
new nothing about last evenings
Gene.
She was really frightened by what
he had done, and dared not tell him
God BERTHE who was the kindest elder |
rother a naughty girl ever had; for
Rough she had said to herself. '.he will |
ONE back" even as BERTHE leetured,
erald Hilton on his black horse. Turk.
ode slowly below the terrace. and see
e her, did not pause-only raised his I
1t and passed on. s
HE season was at an end. the visit
s going home. What if he went away {
al she never saw him again? {
A mist came over her eyes; the wind {
ughed among the woodbine at the
Dor with sound which made her shiv- a
. Poor, remorseful little Trixv. L
She sprang up and ran away ut last. 4
hat If BERTHE should look around and
e her weeping? She drenched her face t
it'll eau de cologne before she came s.
'wn to lunch.
''Trixy," said BERTHE, helping her lib
ally to mayonnaise, by way of making c
} for the mornings scolding-for he Y
As very fond of this little sister of his.
ID very tender of her faults, good Ber- 4
we are invited to Mrs. St. G
,se's for tomorrow night
The color which Trixy had not been
lie to rub into her cheeks appeared
lightly now. Mrs. St. Rose was Ger Z,
is sister, the most delightful lady in
lstence, who lived at charming place ii
He'd lIomepark, and twice year paye
arge party, thus clearing off all her II
eial debts. V,
''She is rather late with her party
S year. believe she has been wait &c
for her niece to come home,'' said M
rite, carefully choosing stalk of eel. SC
Z.
Have you ever seen this Miss Mer-
lP" asked Trixy, glad that he was moi
king at her and finding ont her secret m