News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1883-04-19

of glass. II say" he whispered, 'have
you told anybody besides me of this Sc
cret o.
"No; came to you first, as in duty
bound"
Then what prevents us from destroy
ing the papers? l shan't say anything
about it. That young Timburel is a
skunk and a snob; it Will be ridiculous
to see him a lord, and he'll ruin himsel
or become mad with conceit-so foolish
is he. say, Beauvray, il throw this
envelope into the fire who will know
anything about it?'
II shall, " answered Lord Beauvray
and he held out his hand for the papers
Now, there was staying in the house
of the Moyles poor little cousin of Mil
lies, named Gertrude Brown. She was
a soft-eyed brunette of eighteen, very
quiet and lovable, who acted as compan-
ion to Mile and had to bear much from
the whimsical humors of this spoiled
child. Gertie had always received marked
kindness from Lord Beauvray, who
treated her as if she had been his sister,
and she looked upon him with admiration
as the most noble being she had ever
seen. His remuneration of rank and
wealth had struck her as an act of sur
prising heroism, and she could not as
much as allUde to it without the tears
gushing from her eyes. A shrewd, merry
little thing too, in her way, she was
capable of discerning the difference that
existed between a genuine man of honor
! like Lord Beauvray and a mere man of
money like her Uncle Moyle.
! It was this enthusiasm of poor Gertie
Browns on poor George de Vrays's be-
half that began to make the cup of Mr..
Moyle's bitterness overflow. That worthy
gentleman had taken to musing that
there was an end now to his chances of
sitting in Parliament, getting baronetcy
and all that
Poor Gertie held her tongue, although !
her heart thrObbed wOfullv. She had |
heard that the new Lord Beauvray. the |
ex-NEr. Timburcl, had been invited to
dinner on a certain evening, and she be-
gan to suspect that her precious uncle
was forming a plan for making of this
former clerk of his sutton for Miles
hand.
Her intuition was not at fault Old
Moyle FASTENED to make peace with his
discharged clerk, whose vanity was
easily tickled. He became a regular |
visitor to the biIl-discounter's taking
care never to come at times when lac
was likely to meet George. His visits
Gertie Brown, but he easily
succeeded in winning the favor of the
discounter's daughter who correspond
ingIy Iessened her liking for George, and
one day when she cast an aspersion upon
him which Gertie could not help resent
ing, she screamed, elf you are so fond
Of Mr.. de Vray, why don't you get him {
to marry you? That would be two
beggars together"
Naturally, Gertie went to her room to
have a good cry, but from that day she
ceased speaking about George ard be
came very circumspect in her demeanor
toward him. When he called to see
Mile she left the room. George soon
noticed these tactics. for his interviews
with Mr.. Moyle's daughter were growing
more and more irksome by reason of
Miles coldness and irritabllity. At the
least thing she would snap and sulk, and
one afternoon when George innocently
made some inquiry about Miss Brown
she fired up in Jealous pet. 'You seem
very anxious about Miss Brown. [ am
not obliged to show her off in the draw
mg-room whenever visitors come. She
IS only pauper cousin whom We have
taken in for charity"
Its queer charity, dear, il you talk
OF it in that way" laughed George 81
don't consider poverty disgrace, either.
"No, but it's very inconvenient, - said
Mile, still querulously, "and that re-
minds me, if we marry I suppose you
don't mean to live on my money. Papa
says his banks might break and all sorts
OF things So I suppose you will do
something to get an independent i'll
come"
yes" answered George, coloring
deeply, 81 have applied for an exchange
into the line, and think of going out to
the war on the Indian frontier. I shall
have Lieutenant oloneI's rank-so if
you wait for me two years, Mile, will
return with a new career and perhaps an
income before me-"
ooh, wait two years to become a sol
dier's wife and go out to live in baking
Indian heat " exclaimed Mile, pout-
ing. Il never bargained fer that.
Just at that moment Gertie Brown
came in. She had a message to deliver
to MoIlie from Mr.. Moyle and blushed
as she crossed the room where the pair
of quarrelng lovers sat.
Miss Brown" said George. rising to
shake hands with her, Il wish you good
by, for [ have just been telling Miss
Moyle that I am going to the war in
India -
You are going to the war! Oh, Mr., h
de Vray-if anything should happen TO
your exclaimed Gertie, and the tears
started to her eyes.
"Thank you for those tears, said
George, gratefully. q shall know that
one person here, at least, viii feel
interest. Now give me as a keepsake
that red book-marker YOU are holding III
your hand. I viii bring back the ribbon
with something hanging to it.
1.-The Victoria Cross, perhaps" tit
tered Mile, rather mcomtortably. 81
declare that's quite poetical. Well, good
by, Mr.. de Vray; we part as friends.
don't we ?"
Excellent friends, answered George,
as he lifted both her hands to his lips
and kissed them playfulIy. Il
One year passed There had been A
triumph of the British arms in India. Z
and the name of Colonel de Vrav was as
sOcIated with it. His name was in every