The National tribune., 1882-07-01

for awile, to bid me goodbye Don't refuse
to crafty an old woman, who l6ves you.
"Your friend, ELIZABETH WYNNE.n
Lady Wynne's room is cool, and shady,
and perfumed with roses, that climb around
the easement. Jean has spent many pleas
ant hour there but she goes down unwil-
Hngly enough now. She hesitates; half
turns back; but at last she enters, looking
very pale in her black dress. She is closing
the door behind her. but in an instant turns
to open it again for instead of I" an old
woman" in steel-gray silk dress, there
starts forward TO meet her a young man,
with an eager, handsome face, and imploring
dark eyes
She puts out her hand, blindly, towards
the door. But he is there before her.
Jean, you are so cruelI You would not
come to me, until Aunt Bess cheated YOU
into it." He looks at her reproachfully,
standing with his back against the door.
"Let me go! Oh, 1 must not talk to you,n
she says, her breath coming quickly, and
her checks turning from snow to fame.
II will let you go, when you have listened
to me-" he replies. Then he leaves the door,
to take both her trembling little hands, and
hold them fast, and look down, with pas
siOnate love, into her eyes.
ooh, Jean, my darling" he cries. "You
do love me, don't you? How can you help
it, when 1 love you SO much-better than
my life?"
She cannot help it. She does not speak;
but he sees it in the depths of her lovely,
truthful eyes. Yet she keeps him back,
when he is going to take her in his arms.
"No, no." she cries. You have been
deceived, all this time-and 1 did not know
it. You thought I was very rich"
"You are mistaken" he says, graveIy and
earnestly. II have known, for two weeks,
that the man who married you would get
nothing; but the priceless treasure of your
dear, dear self, and your love. Jeanie-amI
to have that ?D
She makes no resistance, now, to the
strong arms that clasp her so closely, or the
warm kisses that are pressed upon her lips.
She is too happy 20 speak.
"Jeanie, shall not believe my own good
fortune-I shall think am dreaming, if you
do not say you love me-" He whispers this
with tender reproaeh.
Then she raises her head, and looks at
him, with those wonderful dark-gray eyes.
that had looked his heart away the first
time he saw them.
"Ah, 1 do, indeed, love you" she murmurs,
softly.
She does not once think, now, to tell him
that it is g too soon TO love him. She only
knows that, half an hour ago, she was utterly,
hopelessly wretched, because she thought
she was never to see him again, and now his
arms are around her, and he loves her with
all his heart.
"But how did you know I hadn't any
money p" she bethinks. herself to ask, an
hour or so after this.
The Duchess of Rosedale told Aunt Bess.
Lady Shelton only imagined the money
she wrote. You had no millions; but you
had the sweetest face, and the prettiest man
ners, she ever saw L wasn't prepared to
contradict her." Sir Walter says, laughing.
But did you never think that-that per-
maps hAc" ptoplc tHouSHO was IlCu!
Jean inquiries, earnestly.
Never, my darling! Could Islook in
those dear eyes, and believe you so false?"
he asks, with indignant tenderness.
Young people," remarks Lady Wynne's
voice, at the door, Il suppose you do not
know that the luncheon-bell rang long ago,
and that if you have come to any conclusion,
(oh, see you have perhaps it might be as
well to relieve Lady SheltOns mind. She is
still shedding floods of tears, believe. But
first-kiss me, child"
And with tears in her bright eyes, she
takes Jean in her arms and kisses her ten
derly.
"You don't mind his loving me, then?"
Jean whispers, anxiously.
The old lady laughs, and kisses her again,
as she answers:
81 am very glad, my dear little WHITE
SIMPLICITY" ."-PetersOn's Magazine.