The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1883-04-20
yes. But presently in come the pirh

racquet. After some little conversation
they turn TO Pamela and ask if she will
make a fourth. Mss Clifford declines
freczingly. SO they play without her,
and seem perfectly happy.
Mrs. Sinclair m to the conclusion
that there is very little amusement 20
be got out of driving. She will have a
bath chair. What will Pamela do?
Pamela will take her maid and stroll
into the town. But finding that her
maid has a headache she, being as we
have said, a considerable young lady,
elects to leave her a. home, and pro-
cecds for her walk alone. There is no
M here who knows her, or whose
opinion she values in the smallest
degree. When she arrives at the sea-
shore she regrets having come unat-
tended. There is a regular rabble by
the sands; q horrid tumble of dirty
children, tawdry women, cads of the
lowest order, donkeys and boys, barrows
piled with shrimps and whelks. Were
it not that she wants to buy something
in the town she would turn back at
once. Her commission executed, she
retraces her steps. The crowd by the
sea was thicker than ever; she has some
difficulty in threading her way through
it. Suddenly a h~alf-drunken lout
pushes up against her, to her intense
di-gus. But in a moment he Is thrust
away, and a very go%od-looking and
gent .man-llke young man is bending
over her and hoping she is not hurt or
frightened. She is trembling a little
with anger and disgust, but RECEIVERS
herself in a moment AMI thanks him
for his Intervention. May he see her
safely through the crowd? 1t will be
most kind of him. We seldom know
the value of a thing until we miss it,
and Pamela feels it is delightful to be
in the society of one Of her own order
again.
He walks with her almost to the
door of the hotel, and Pamela feels a
growing impression that the man beside
her is none other than Melton himself.
His air, his dress-everything bespeaks
breeding and culture. On the cliff
they pass AIRY and the two girls of
the period. 1t seems to Pamela as
though they are whispering and laugh
ing about her and her companion, and
she passes them with her head well in
the air.
She finds Mrs. Sinclair in their sit
ting-room, and with a heightened
color and unusual animation of m n
ner proceeds to recount her little adj
venture. Ihavea positive conviction
that it was Lord Melton" she says.
radiantly. eff so, he will soon find
out who we are, and will come and
call-perhaps at once"
On the chance Miss Clifford remains
in for the rest of the afternoon, but no
visitor appears. The two ladies have
a lukewarm and Indifferent dinner in
their W apartment, Pamela having
utterly refused to appear again at the
table d'hote. She cannot stand any
more Of AIRY and those dreadful girls.
They spend rather a dull evening.
Mrs. Sinclair, who likes a good dinner
and has not had it, is somewhat peevish.
The following morning Pamela
receives budgets Of letters, and stays
in to answer some of them. About
noon she goes to look for her aunt in
the hotel garden. To her horror she
finds her seated between the two girls
of the period, in the most animated
conversation. She would fain retire,
but her aunt makes a beckon ng
gesture. Pamela stiffens her back and
comes haughtily forward.
MY dear Pamela" eXclaims Mrs.
Sinclair, q have made the most de-
lightful discovery. Let mt introduce
MiSs-and Miss Augusta -. Their
dear mother, Lady Cecilia, and | were
at school together, and bosom friends.
1 have been telling them how very
dull and bore | You were"
Pamela feels a severe shock. She
cannot prevent the color coming tc
her cheeks at the remembrance OF
her verdict on these girls, who are look
ing at her in the most smiling and
good-natured way, though there is ar
arch twinkle in their eyes. But she
assumes her pleasantest manner, anC
soon they are all chatting away on the
frien l.iest terms. and finding that they
have a hundred mutual frien s; aftel
a time the girls become quite conf
Dental.
Its rather a bore there are nc meI
here. isn't it?" says the younger
"Now that dear, jolly little Melton il
gone | don't know what we shall do
Pamela feels as if iced water ha(
poured down her back.
"Melton.' she stammers.
"YeS. You know he sat next t.
you at dinner the night before last, anC
you snubbed him so beautifully. lii
was dreadtully cut up, because h
came here on purpose to make you
acquaintance, and, as he said, yol
wouldn't have him at any price"
Pamela never felt s &c small in TIN
whole course OF her life.
But he told u.s." proceeds the youn!
lady, laughing gayly, "to try and max
your acquaintance. if it was only t.
tell you, for heavens sake, not to b
seen walking with that nan you wer
walking with yesterday. He wa
kicked out of Nice for c~ard-sharping