Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-11-30
WOODBURY., =, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 80, 1882


| Mrs. Howard, were coming over to-
day, and l availed myself Of their
escort. Otherwise I should not have
come for day or two, or at all events
until had answered your letter"
| Mr.. Farquhar was on the point Of
saying that he did not recollect any
thing in his letter which could be con-
strued into an invitation, but being a
kind-hearted, susceptible old gentle
man, be refrained. The truth was he
was very much struck by his niece's
prepossessing appearance. He pos
sessed photograph of her taken some
years back, which had given him a
very inadequate idea of her attractions,
though it must be owned that he had
not examined it very attentively. He
regretted now, as he gazed with undis-
guised admiration upon the young
lady's fair face, tall. graceful figure,
and frank blue eyes, that he had
a
banked himself Of the pleasure of an
ticipating such charming revelation.
Ill hope you are not angry with
me. uncle, for arriving SO unceremon-
iously r. said his niece, interrupting his
reverie.
"Angryl my dear child. On the con-
tray, delighted Quite delightedr'
said Mr.. Farquhar, heartily. "Hil
waiter. Tell the chambermaid-y femme
de clGnlbre, you know-to conduct
| this lady to room near mine. And,
bless my soul, you must be hungry, my
dearl Dinner, waiter, directly
While his niece was making the
necessary alterations in her toilet, Mr..
Farquhar superintended the details of
a dainty little repast, which the young
lady found awaiting her when she
came down. The old gentleman was
more delighted than ever with mis-
niece's appearance when he beheld her
divested Of her hat and travelling at
tire, and could hardly take his eyes off
her. In fact admiration and astonish-
ment rendered him strangely silent;
and as the young lady was evidently
fatigued after her journey, their con-
versation was not Of a very confden-
tial nature.
"Now, my dear, if you are tired,
don't hesitate to go to your room" !"
said Mr.. Farquhar, noticing at length
his niece's fatigue. "You mustn't
spoil your roses, Ada, and we have a
lot of sightseeing before u.s.
"Thank you, uncle" said the young
lady, rising from the table; "but my
name is Amy, you know not Ada"
"Amy, to be sure. / was thinking
it was Ada replied Mr.. Farquhar, in
some confusion and having submit
ted with good grace to another dutiful
salute, he opened the door for her, and
made his way to the smo!1ing-room, to
discuss cheroot before turning in.
1t was astonishing what an exhilar-
ating effect the arrival of his niece had
upon the old gentleman. He felt quite
young and jaunty at the prospect Of
having to escort pretty girl about to
see the sights of Paris. He was up
betimes the next morning, and dressed
himself with especial care. He even
made pilgrimage to the Madeleine
market to purchase a flower for his
buttonhole, not forgetting also a. very
elegant little bouquet, which he placed
by the side of his niece's plate.
Miss Amy came down to breakfast,
looking fresh and rosy and charming
after her nights rest. She went into
pretty ecstasies over the bouquet which
her uncle had provided, and insisted
upon giving him an extra kiss for his
attention. She laughed and talked
gayly during the meal, and Mr.. Farqu-
har learnt good deal of news about
members of the family whom he did
not recollect ever having heard Of
But the fact was that he paid very
little attention to what his niece was
saying, being absorbed in watching
her and listening to her musical voice.
His niece had fairly bewitched him,
and it only dawned upon the old gen
tleman that he had lapsed into a stu
pefed silence when the young lady, in
her turn, suddenly left off talking.
/ Then he awoke to the fact that his
niece was showing symptoms of en-
barrassment, and that bright flush
of color was mounting to her cheek.
At first Mr.. F'arquhar was afraid he
had omitted TO reply to some remark
which needed an answer. He soon
perceived, however, that his niece's
eyes were turned anxiCusly toward an
other part of the room, and following
the direction of her startled gaze, he
beheld tail, military looking gentle
man, elderly, but still handsome, with
an iron-gray mustache, who was just
taking his seat near them. Mr.. Far
/ quhar experienced wild. unreasoning
pang of Jealousy but observing that the
stranger seated himself unconcernedly
at a table with bis pack to them, his
suspicious were allayed.
What is the matter, my dear?" he
inquired. turning to his niece.
Nothing" she replied, with a
start; "at least. nothing serious !.
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