The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1883-01-14

"Wel-go on-say them all over-it WIN do you
good, suggests she sympathetloaly.
mot Tor worldB--at least not for many reasons.
u would bore YOU II wouldn't cure my case, and be-
SIDES, =, with hall laugh, my Worries arc Of the
kind difficult to put into Speech
"That meanst they are nothing but fancles
I" Does IT., Then leaning back and placing his
hands behind his head he turns his eyes slowly upon
SAYS deliberately.
Julia proved unkind or is It Kind Won't she marry
| you2 or Will she?''
/" Nonscnsel,' said Mr; Norwood srumy. al
mo, Then why arc you sorry you came to tho
Norwood at this regards her nxcdly al wonder, ~
/ he says In curious tone, whether you really
don't know, or whether you are an accomplished CO.
| quettoln
" Don't know whatfr asks Monica, opening her
largo earnest eyes their fullest aud looking at him
with such sweet and honest surprise rs awakos within
his breast the deepest sef-Ccntempt How could hO
have doubted her for even one short moment. "To
he coquette, ~ She says In little dlgnined tone,
down hero except the rector and Sir John Frere.n
"St John Frere2M apprehensively.
'Nes. He Is tOothless and seventy-nve, Tho roc
tor Is hairless and sixty ~ With this she very
property turns her back upon him.
THANK goodness - says Mr.. Norwood devoutly.
lie feels aTectouatc toward both these old men-in
spite OF their Authorizations and In spite NJ the fact
that he has never seen either OF them - beg your
pardon very humby, ho says, after pause full Of
cloquenco.
Noreply.
81 win not, - says Monica, giving herself to the
lie direct.
| I'm awtuly sorry ! said that because II was as
| absurd as II was objectionable ~
"As You acknowledge It TO he objectionable you
! can y well look for my forgiveness. -
" Nevertheless do, - exclams he boldly.
| well, them say At once am not coquette.N
! are all you ought TO be. You are
"That viii do - says Miss Monica with mis-.
chleyous glance; ''you viii overdo ", " you 20 on
any further. Aud now don't let us quarrel any
more. Tell what you doing all the morning, ~
| "Lounglng after julia
Happy man ! do so love that old Court and
suppose she took you through the gardens u only
my grandfather had behaved properly, anil left II TO
papa Instead Of which here we arc, playing second
| where we should he first. ~
"well. IT'S nearly as bad for inc, 4" says the
young man modify; 81 was brought up In tho belief
that, rs your father not In II, was to be the
heir Aud see now where ann
"You win he all right when you marry Julia, -"
! says Monica with the friendliest encouragement.
| But this encouragement falls through.
ION dare say says Mr.. Norwood ungrae-
| fully, and with increasing gloom
! 90 hut you cant he badly OF. You must have
! money now, too says hts cousin with swift
glance at his clothes, which are irrreproachablc.
., " Nc, Not enough to keep me decenty' My mother
"seven hundred year :" says Miss Norwood
severely. al think no young man could possibly
lulre more than that. You have only yourself to
thnk of-no other eSpenses--no grown-up daughter
| to dress and keep
"wcr, could hardly have that you know, "
eays George Norwood apolcgetically. won't he
/ twenty. six until next month";
/
| how happy we should both be ~
| "No-you would instantly want more.''
| al am sure not. That would give him all he
quires-''a house full of books and q garden Of
| fowersN She makes her quotation with sweet,
wistful smile that goes To his heart.
| &c Aud you-what would II give You ~ lie asks
| earnestly.
"Me! OH should he happy enough In hish appl.
ness, - replies she lightly. Z" The garden Of
| flowers - you see, would he rs much mine as his.
Now she says with alltte irroprcssble Sigh, "he
hasn't even enough money to buy some OF the books
/ I'm which his delights,
what are they ?--I mean their names 2'' asks he
nse ro1 eagerly Sho RAISES nor soft eyes to hiss
'N0, no. " she SAYS. 90 Remember what You
said moment since-yonr Income is not sufficient
for yourself. You shall not waste II upon So
81 don't think It Is quite civil thing to remember
every word fellow Gays ~ returns George reproach
fully.
'fwell, we won't go into that replies she
quickly. Them as though some hidden force compels
her to return Ia the subject she says Tell me how
every well,r impauently. "she will look all
that is satisfactory at the head of ones table There
Is consolation, no doubt, IN that thought, as, -
bitterly, &C suppose must marry her. ~
"Oh. why say mustY'' gently, and with glance
hardship, surely 80
Perhaps l shouldn't have thought It so u month
ago.
she Is young, haudsome that is all one requires,
Is II not?''
"Not quite! There is something else, think
many other things but above and beyond all, tho es-
sentia grace that makes lfe--that is, married life
sweet; mean sympathy
but suppressed pity IN her eyes ''By and by II
may be dGerent.r knowledge OF Julia makes her
confess TO her secret soul that small hope for him lies
In nearer acquaintance with the cousin he needs
must marry.
"1n six months more 1t must all be settled, " says
the young man rcstessy. Julia up to that time
has everything. II VIII then depend upon me
whether She will sim have everything or only half
''You are sure she viii accept you ~
81 am afraidI mean, ~ Coloring boiIy at his mis-
take, " think she VIII do me tho honor to be my
wife. ~
Nnn titrht Tho ty mat tacIu tI,.,
property. Only yesteiNsy she told me she could not
live without IT, In six months then she win still
have everything: and-yOu Into the bargain -
Almost as these last words escape her she repents
them, and growing pale to her very lips turns her
head aside and becomes painfully anxious about an
Insignificant tear that struggling briar has created
In her gown.
AZ am not SO sure OF that says Norwood un-
steadily. 90 Monica, look at me. Nay, you must, "
trying TO compel her to return his gaze. which has
grown mpassoned.
He has taken one of her hands in his, and Is trying
TO draw her nearer to him.
:. Release my hand she says in a low tone, yet
There is a strange flash in her beautiful ewes that
warns him to dare nothing further, and yet makes
ms pulse throb madiy. What strange proud
glance 1t Is and yet what grief, what anguish 1t
~ am tired, y says the girl YEARLY. "Iwill go
home-yes, you may come with me; but with evident
difficulty forces herself to look ut him. for the
future you must promise me never again to forget
- promise faithfully, inte rupts he quickly,
60 shall never forget ~
She signs.
Presently turning TO her almost as they reach the
cottage, he says, care you going to the bail at the
Grange TO- morrow evening?''
but you told mo you were asked"
80 was. am not going, nevertheless"
why" There is tcrr ible disappointment In
"If you must know, ~ she says gently ait Is be-
cause | have not get gown good enoug6.''
''Ilat dress you wore at the Court last evening"
sis n fossil-almOst an heirloom. The whole
county knows 1t by heart by this time. No! pride
forblds my exhibiting myself In 1t again. -
"lf you asked your father
~ should have one ut once-at the expense of HIS
being even duer than usual for month afterward.
he would give me every penny he Possesses would
to get me few yards OF muslin, In which to enjoy
myself for an honor or two. Do you think should
enjoy those two hours, knowing that? What purg,-
| tory they would mean.h
:, They would, indeed! !" he says reverenty,
gazing at her fair, loving face with unaffected admi-
ration. lie does her full justice, and understands
perfectly the loyal affection that could find no happ-
ness In pleasure secured at the expense OF beloved
object. Then no wonders why Julia, who has more
money at her command than she quite knows what to
do with, has had no thought for the poor little cousin
In the cottage; and then am afraid he thinks bitter
thoughts OF the woman lie ought to marry.
f , must come to see me the day after the ball
ond-hand to hear of 1t will DO better than nothing.
"fes, Will come, ~ he says absently-but It is
pam nus THOUGHTS are roaming and that lie Is think
scene that surrounds him.
The morrow passes; tho day dies Night comes on
apace ana covers everything. At the Grange the nd
dies are sounding, bright forms ara moving to aud
fro the air is heavy with the breath of dying flowers
II is II O'clock and the ball Is well begun; the music
| grows sweeter fainter; fans are waving gently.
Down In the cottage n girl is standing In white
| gown at one OF the open windows, and is gazing
eagerly and with sad straining eyes at certain lights
that two miles away can bc seen distinctly through
| the stil haze of the summer night
Yes, he IL there, OF course and happy and regard
less OF everything but the moment. 1t is most natl-
raj not? What is there else for him to think OF
She herself, how dearly she would like to be there
too She glances at her gown and tells herself that
almost she might have gone--and then Che shrinks
within herself aud refuses 10 confess to her own
heart that II would have been agony to her TO have
1 appeared badly dressed before-before-oh many
| people
She signs impatently, and the tears gather In her
eyes and blot ont the lights shining gayy so far
away; they bot out, too, dark figure that, advance
Ing rapidly through the few shrubs enters the second
open window, and crossing the room, is at her side
| before she has time To recognize him.
| II is George Norwood, OF cOurse-a little flushed
from his run, and with his hair slightly runied and
with the gaddest Hight possible In his handsome blue
/ eyes.
Monica, moving backward Involuntary seizes the
curtain with one hand and sares Mt him almost af-
| frightedy. Her attitude reminds him OF that happy
moment when FIRST lie saw her. Before he has time
TO speak sue RECEIVERS herself. and says with poor
attempt at GOODNESS;
"What has brought you here?''
'fou know, ~ replies he calmly; ian OyerpOwer-
ing desire 10 yOuto hear your voice again Your
! arD m ma