The daily gazette., 1883-10-31
A Plain Girl.
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A story in Three Chapters.
[All the Year Round.
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Continued.
oHAprER 1.

I. tblpklng to herself that It was the mos
@,tifIl evening of her life lit was an even
mart from all her life--it was rs perfect
dream, and 1t was over suddenly. Ia
midst OF something he was sayiug she
rterrupted him, speaking blindly and con-
,edly Ia low voice;
SIG what docs all that matteTi / shall
evqr see sou agalnl"
I, might have been an outbuTst Of childish
nnstlencc, It was 80 simple, but for the keen
Al Of pain piercing through IL, Mr., Lang.
bsl never heard anything quite like tho
i,ectnes, with which the words were spoken
I'M no grace, or strength of voice, and yet
M an accent Of their own. One would
avs said that they could not come from the
,ls1ips--hardly from any lips whatever,
q are too flexible and too much accus-
nmed to speak for such an utterance--b
6sy came straight from d suddenly awak-
ned heart 1t was an intensely real cry
resklng into the false, commonplace chat
\ which filled the room. Mr.. Langley felt
Al be was the only man there who could
Ave elicted 1t or recognized 1t.
ooh, yes, you Will, one of these days" he
hb.llghtly. mo doubt We shall meet, or II
Ot-n He shrugged his shoulders by way
endIOg TO his sentence.
|| 10 llaL UO uubWGI " 40 DOsbtDlGt BLU was
lent. and, for moment, so was he. The
ot, which he had struck In his careless ex-
erlmeut fingered In his car, It interested
hOleh it could not really touch him. II
4, tie one sensation OF this evening and he
NIT on II curiously.
or, of course we shall meet" he said
yaln when the silence grew awkward.
II don't know. / live In the country;
m only staying hore for week" she an
Fered.
The fire seemed 10 have died out Of her
hes. she was frightened at herself; she
rev back into her shyness. The passion
hitch had flung her at his feet Ia those
hurmured words had ebbed like q spent
ave and left her mute and helpless. When
lr. Langley took his leave she bade him
ool.bye with scarcely word. Sho saw,
hougll she hardly seemed to sec, how he
bowed his ceremonious farewells to Mrs.
Willing and Rose, and she heard the closing
the door behind him. Then, left conf
pcuOusly alone after the compauionship of
be evening, she kept her place beside his
Ilcant chair, while the guests dropped off
b tWos aud threes, and while he was walk.
BIZ up the street, In the cool night air under
heslsrs, sun king his cigarette and rejoic-
lg in his escape from the Willings. Emma
F4tched the couple who staid latest of all
Nth a kind of dull fascination. The lady
topped at the door aud came back to make
Dme arrangement with her hostess about
bectIng the next day, and then went with
fnea cd good-byes. After which Mrs. Will
fgturned round exactly as Emma knew
be wou'd revealing au expression of face
fhcn she commonly reserved for her maids
hd her near relations.
"Well," she began, "I must cay that
Etr did think that niece of mine"
CHAPTER II.
It was Autumn, and OF the names OF the
ur seasons, Autumn Is the one which calls
the least definite picture. It may mean
ffplendor of ripeness or the melancholy
decay Ia this case Autumn had with
ID till 1t was fuller Of iorebodings OF the
ner that was coming than of the Sum-
er that was gone.
Nr. langley did not care for hunting or
Oojing, but Jack Morrison, the man with
nom he happened to be staying that No
lmGer, cared very much, indeed, aud in
s!el, moreover, that his friend should ac-
pmpany him, and as long day In bache-
ts house in Tipperary Is apt 70 be very
eeiltdly long, Philip Langley found II
iyisabc to make the best OF these out door
musemcnts. He did so, only Tegretting
bat he could not find them trine more
mnsing.
The first days hunting was announced.
he meet was at a small village near Cashel,
bou, seven miles different. Mr.. Langley
d notat first like the idea OF the morning
iie, but when the name of Ballyvarry had
een many times repeated in his hearing,
Ae vague recollection which 1t had at first
lgItrncd suddenly became definite.
BallEarry-why, that was Miss Harri-
sl's address She had sent him a letter
bout some book he had mentined In their
AIk-sone question, heaven knew what
H. had never answered 1t. He did not care
naeh fur letter-writing. But, he remein-
tered Is h sat smoking his cigarette the
evening before Jack Morrison's allimport-
~. day, that Ballyvarry had been written
VITA elaborate clearness ut the head oil that
aml1 little note. Mr.. Langley's gaze pur-
tued the tiny smoke wreaths till they melted
ao The air, while he inwardly resolved that,
It could be managed, he would escape
nom his friend the next morning and call
the rcctory. After all, hunting was not
uch bad sport, and might serve well enough
pass vacant day; only Mr.. Langley's
asa Of hunting was not quite the same as
honest Jacks.
The latter was an Irish sportsman, and
Alle The hounds were in view he had no
bought to spare for friend or foe. Mr..
langley, therefore, found no difficulty in
srIylug out his scheme. Having rlsked his
necn with studious moderation over "a few
ilal lences, he slipped away unobserved
-la lrotted back in the direction of Bally-
,atfy, inquiring bis way from time to time
va al h. 10.
Lmma Harrison would receive him. What
would she look like What would she say
NJ thoughts iecurred to that evenings fir
alion with the same kind of interest which
ehess'player might feel in looking back
game which some accident had COM
ltltl him to reinquish. Played out 1t
would probably have been forgotten; inter.
,upVe1, II remains a subject for speculation,
problem unsolved.
rh'llp Langley had been pleasure-seekel
all us HE, aud he found his pleasure IL
many directions. He did not seorn the
@aulPlcS'; he loved his ease, he loved good
nlng-Gut . he did not stop there. He wa:
soiae,ed s.,lH by poetry and music, and had dc.
r..,. rogu himself assiduously enough, and with
n.y. iaIr success, TO the composition of both
IinA. ~ Vas not precisely vain, but 1t was dc
.'. SUI III MN to dominate, TO measure hi
eaeus'h against an antagonist, or to over
vUae ma difficulty. OF love he had real
Tn, T%u.n, had thought much, could tall
ra'n'iy, and knew absolutely nothing. III
ra ~as alWays seeking 1t IN order to crafty hi
6s hastel s instinct of analysis; he had Learned
H.. lou'ihei constant practice had enabled
ba b,~ 70 ape the tenderness and passion whic
,bo, ual never felt; but the consciousness
s,"a r"s something eluded him In all his triumph
AS.aag MIN with a never satisfied curiosity
S',i So impulse had ever carried him away. Hi
,aIes' IN their utmost strength, wOul
aNays snfL.E him 70 nnusa and 10 cnnaida