Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1883-07-13
sflert stury.
By The Midnight Train.


The noon sun poured its hot beam
over everything, making the dust,
leaves sparkle as if some beneyoien
fairy had powdered them with diamond
dust.
In contrast TO the outside heat ans
glare, Ruy Blasmont, sauntering alon
the shaded piazza in his spotless whiS,
linen suit, seemed perfect miracle o
GOODNESS. He was slim, handsoUl,
man, about thirty, with regular fea
lures and light olive complexion. Hi
hair and the small black moustacb,
he wore We'd with his eyes in intens,
blackn,ss Such eyes, they sPok,
when their owners eyes were sl!ert
and expressed whatever he intended
He pulled lazily at "a cigar, and tax
ing his stand where The shade fell dar k
looked out on the sun beaten read.
'Parbleaun he muttered. " hat ear
| for heat: Heat is my element. IL il
well-for doubtless I'll have enough
OF it some day. And he laughet
sardonically. i think Id rather enjo,
a war with bis Satanic Majesty IL,
paused an instant. All, here b,
comes-the young farmer. VIA
brings him al this hour.
\ young man bad just rounded ia,
corner of the nearest house, and wa
coming toward the Blasmont garden
A stalwart: brown faced man with
frank open look. He nodded slight,
10 Ruy Blasmont, and said:
is Miss Roee at home :
"Mademoiselle BIasmont is no. !.
home, the brother answered, slight,
raising bis eyebrows aud play ing will
his m0astache, TO show the large dla
mord ting that gIItteIed On his rig b
hand.
John Brightly hesiiattd. He did 10
believe Ruy BIas mobt's asserted. Ii
distrust,d him ioo greatly 10 cred,
anything lie might say besides, he q,
not feel inclined TO retFace has va,
through the hot fields without accom-
plIshlug the eLd for which he ha,
come.
His hesitation did lot last long. 4
petite figure, clothed IN some ~.
fabric Of pink and white. came hassni
through the French window. II va
Rose Blasmont.
oh, Mr.. Brightly she exclaims j
smiling and Offering her hand. =
thought heard your voice
i understand from what YOU
brother card that You we're not a
home
Why he kne~'-she began, but 81,
had leo IA uch tact 10 continue.
Il meant, said kuy B!asmon,, Will
an insoI.Lt glance at John Brightly
'that my SISTER might not be ut him,
10 this-ahcm,- gentleman.
John BrIghllys face flushed, bu
be took no other notice Of the insult
for Rose laid hand on his arm, an,
ahlsrered:
Poor Ruy isn't veil. lie is ha
do YOU Americans cali it:
'lnsolent,' John Brightly could no
help saying.
oh, no, no, no. Only little sexe'
-cross. Come into the rarlor. Ii i
much cooler there. Que yout etc
bon. Ces iieuTs sen maniiiques - sh
i, acclaimed, catching sight oil the larg
clusters OF water-hles that Bright
carried in his hand.
You forget that don't understan,
French, he said, smiling for the frs
time, as he followed her into tn
parlor
'Ah, oui. What a pity. But an
so thankful TO you. | must sing a
Mrs. Moreland's garden party tonight
and these are the yerltable flowers
love most 10 wear
You told NE SO last evening"
And therefore you walked througl
the hot sun 10 BRING them. How goo
you ure..'
1T is hot such sacrifice. This
my dinner your, you know. We far
n,.rs ale extremely busy just at pre-
s,Lt, | snutched sufficient time to pu
you visit.
Then you will lunch with us. Ex
cuse me Tor moment, and | will pre-
pale
No, | wish TO speak to YOU
strawberries and cream, Can yo
resist the temptauon!' she said, laugh
ing, ard Trying to escape. Besides
yCu never tried my sponge cake
Rose, he said, grayely, give me
few moments. | have something
say to YOU
Ruy Blasmont drew near to th
window, aid arranged himself in
comiortab POSITION Tor hearing a
that might be said.
Rose resumed her scat, her eyes cas-
down and the color varying IN he
face.
Il ave question TO ask you, Ros,
Will YOU be my wife,
Ruy whisl eltd through the lac
curtain sibuIant 10.
Rose Leaid the word and turne
pale 10 her, her blolher's will Wa
law
81 d,n't kLow, she faltered. i cal
not yet tell
I he eager look On the young fal
mer's face gave way to deep disappoin
ment. i have been abrupt, but
thought that perhaps my actions hay
given You reason to expect that
mightask this question
Rose was silent.
you think | an too impatient.
have waited long time for this OF
portunity, and it may be my la
chance Tor months. l start for Ne
York by the midnight train
Rose gathered up all her courage.
'Yes, John, promise. l will