New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-11-11

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The ladies formed group at one end of the room,
though Miss Hawke sat little apart, listening to
the Others. I went up to her at once not
in the least caring how Mr.. Hawke might rel
| ish this renewal of my attention to his
| daughter; for was rendered utterly defiant not
only by being deeply in love, but by the perception
that Mr.. Hawke never likely to again ask me to
| his house, and therefore it would not signify an
atom whether dissembled or not. asked if she
had heard how Mr.. Morecombe was She said no.
told her that her father had been upstairs TO
him, aud added; He is a very lucky young gentle
man to be so highly esteemed by your father She
smiled, but made no observation.
a. am afraid" said l. taking a squnt at the old
fellow, who was talking to my aunt, Il should
never be able to reach up to Mr.. Morecombe's moral
stature IN Mr. Hawkes. opinion. Is it because my
head is not so well shaped as his or because have
not his honestyp She watched me with partly
amused, partly questioning expression. But
neither brains nor character, l am afraid, are of
much use in these days. Tell me what is most
liked, Miss Hawkef what is most successful what
| do you value most ~
"Perfect sincerity, Mr. Seymour: the very rarest
thing in the world" she answered
was struck by this reply, that patty followed
what my uncle had said one might have sworn
| she had overheard him. "When Mr.. Hawke was
upstairs" said 1, sinking my voice, which forced
her to incline her head to listen and this was her
posture when her father turned to look at her. "my
uncle read me most emphatic lecture on sincerity.
He is a sagacous man, careless, perhaps, Of the
worlds opinion but with large and correct views Of
life He said that mans love was like plated
teapot: the silver came of through wear; but
| wOman's love- says be, Is genuine metal all
| through"
although it might not be silver, and therefore"
SAYS She laughing quietly. not worth so much as
the plated teapot" And then. looking at ME earn
esty Pray" said she "what had Mr.. Seymours
teapot got 10 do with his lecture to you on sim
ccrityf"
at was simile--an image, on the whole clever,
thought" replied.
"What caused him to lecture you ~ she asked
al must not tell said dyes, will, though
but not to you direct It shall come TO you through
Sophie"
| At this point there was hustle Nr. Hawke
asked Amelia to sing and she went to the piano.
followed by the old gentleman, who stood mp stiff
| alongside Of her like parish constable at meet
ing Had Amelia been Pasta or Patti, or Titens,
must have gone on talking. She warbled and
mumbed. Old Hawke faced around as much as TO
say Good Cod will nothing silence that villains
| tongue" but took no notice.
81 fearn said l. that this will be the last time
shall ever have the pleasure of sitting in this room
with YOU"
."Why do you say that's" she exclaimed, with a
quickness Of manner that afforded me pure delight
| Are you leaving Clifton"
NO" said I O. mean that shall never be asked
here again"
The sweet girl tried TO look astOnished, but it
would not do; she know the truth, and yet my
whipping ont with it in this fashion filed her with
| wonder and amazement. Meanwhile Amelia pipcd
at the piano.
oh fond nightingale, beautiful nightingale,
| Filling with music the mOOnlighted-'
Boom went the bass and the word was lost
"Speak quite frankly, Mr.. Seymour; really do
not understand you," said Miss Florence
ayes you do, you darling" thought l. "but you
rant me 10 be plain. and I'll be 50. The case is
thisp said l. have been told-the news is not
nce-that Mr.. Hawke is anxious to possess the
young gentleman who accidentally, no doubt
killed orr poor, dear Flora as a son-in-law." She
'colored up, but l not to be stopped. "Your
father is q keen-sghtcd man, capable Of reading
the mind lie has peered into mine, and witnessed
there an admiration for You which he is not going
to tolerate in young fellow who is plain mister.
without fortune aud who was bred to the rough
and savage calling of the Hence my fears per-
suade me this il my last visit here"
That should have ventuIed so much but for Mr.
!
tongue and such an irresistible ardcncy to my
thoughts as relieved me of all considerations of
taste good or bad will not say; but having made
the speech | was glad II was not, indeed, dccla-
ration of love- but near enough to it 10 make
my meaning clear TO the gentle heart for whose ~
strnction it was designed. But she would let me
saw no more: she underworld to conceal the warm
blush on her cheeks by cleyerly manGuvring her
fan: but what she concealed from the Others She
left visible to me, which. | dareSay, she tound'un-
gupportable for she left her chair and went to an
open window under pretencc of drawing the cur
tains. and there she stood alone until Amelia had
done her song after which she joined my aunt
| having bv that time rcgaincd her c0mposure and
| natural complexion. Yet, let me say here that
there was nothing in her manner of leaving me that
| indicated the least dispeasurc. Her quitting her
chair seemed to no more than one of those de-
vices into which a maiden will be driven By stress
of blushng. l could not mistake.
went over to Sophie and Miss Emily Hawke,
wanting TO see what sort Of girl this latter was.
thought she seemed bit frightened when | sat
down near her She stared at me hard when
spoke. but presently not unpleasant manner came
tn my help and perhaps her own. was. indeed
anxious that she should not dislike me. whatever
opinions the father might hold expressed the sor-
row, with which had heard of her delicate health,
aud spoke with plenty of heart IN my meaning, too
for no man could have looked into that young girls
,ynu face and noticed her thin wrists and fingers
and the expression Of suffering in her eyes without
compassion. Then | talked to her about the Ia
mcnted Flora, and London, and kindled light upon
her face by praiSng Sydney, and Dragging about
Australia "a If the world began at Cape Leeuwen
and ended at Cape York, until what with my
stories and attempts at jokes the easy and plain,
if not free, manner that will come to a sailor rs a
part of his sea training, rendered her MS amiable
M could desire. This was the only portion of my
conduct that night that made Mr.. Hawke seem will
ing to unbcnd his gloomy wooden face when no
turned il my way. If there was soft corner in hun
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