New-York tribune., 1883-11-04

the various other objects, Win Hucn s II
and without the least peasureI opened irS0rso an al
bum bound in silver and ivory, with h,pnonagSo ,oatS
Hawkes. crest lhs crest IA kind of shield with
e. @ nSs ss .sHS SSaS like Snd is Ell
though IL were asking forgiveness for lts 4pst4 n
post1re-and looked at the photographs here ie
likewise the late Prince COnsOrt and the Heir Ap,
| parent in Highland costume also severaI persons
of quality and among these august ana no hOpHg PEI
family and the most genteel OF their triends. buI
the book was very. thny furnished Il was show w
! volume, meant for visitors. The likenesses OF
| Hawkes. relations and early acquaintaDces ana an
tipodean friends were, suppose kept in separte t
book, intended for the use of the family anu 'he
But, in looking over this album / came across
a lovely profile likeness Of Miss Florence. IL was
Paris photograph, the shadOwing and light Vs[y SLyy
was seated, bending over a book, her hand to her
forehead, and tresses of her hair decately fTnging
| her hnger-tips. AS sat entranced the ladles en-
tered. ] was so full of the subject that 1mme,
| diately exclaimed " what an exquisite portrait
| this is, Miss Hawkeln
They both came up to look. When Miss Hawke
saw that i was her likeness, she slightly smiieu'
! her color deepened.
" II is considered good" said She
" IL is perfect! said l, rapturously. Have you
Zone Of my own ~ asked Amelia.
" One of these' said |, and pointedto the ioVely
"No, Jack" answered Amelia.
| " had only dOzenp said Miss Florence, ana
|
like to have it, Amelia, you are very welcome TO IT,
dear" ..,...
waiting for permission, withdrew IL tremblngly,
| but with extraordinary care, and said, VIII puI
it in my pocket and keep it for you, Amelia; and
All this was more significant than talking. Anne
| lia gggled and did not know how to look nor what
! to say. Miss Florence. on the other hand, threw
| veil of charming, transparent tact over the little
interlude by coming close to the table, and saying
| while she pointed to the portraits "Ihat Is my
father, Mr.. Seymour, and that is my poor mother y;
aud as stopped to peer at Mr.: AlphOnso Hawkes.
| features footman announced luncheon.
! Cold chicken and tongue, outlets and claret, ana
champagne and salad-Of such was the modest re-
past composed and could not but think that the
| splenddy dressed hunkey who waited upon us was
| ashamed of the poverty of the meal The table IN
its abridged form, wanted at least five-andtwenty
people to fill it, and should think that seventy or
eighty guests could very comfortably have, dlned
| of the largest wing of the bouse. The walls were
| crowded with pictures-wbether good or bad 90
Gently carved oak. the back of the sideboard being
pretty nearly tall the room. and enriched with
! all sorts of cuttings.
Thought !, however old Hawke has earned his
! money plenty of it he must have; and when L
looked at the lOvable, beautiful creature who sat
! at the head of the table, and whose 0gure was
thrown into sweet relief by the handsome livery of
| the fellow who hung in the wake of her chair, and
| reflected upon the fortune she was pretty sure to
step intofoT, far as had learned, there was but
| another child-and considered the crowds OF hand
! some yOung men and high-born young men-men
who If they had not the capacity of going forward,
were capable of going back TO any eXtent|whGo
would be only too happy to mIngle their OlOod dwith
| old Hawkes. for the privilege of possessing ms
| lovely daughter and his Australian soverelgns-l
say that when | looked at her, and Thought thus,
my heart sank. gloom fell upon my spirits and l
felt disposed to the chance that had made me
| acquainted with my uncle and led TO my Visit 10
| Clifton.
! Bvaud by the footman went ont of the roOm.. |
| was fumbling over a peach, when Amelia said
! quite sequentialy for the conversation lea up 70
! the remark" Florence dear are You glad or sorry
! that Mr.. MorecOmbe is coming ~
! " Now, you know, Amelia, that / don't care q
! snap of the finger either one way OF the Other
! answered Miss Hawke laughing ~
! " is Mr.. Morecombe connection of yours, Miss
! Hawke ~ said /, looking and talking inn9Gently.
Tell my cousin he would like to be, Florence"
! exclaimed Amelia chuckling and squeezing grapes
! into her mouth and looking at me with kind OF
! eer as if she wished me to know she approved OF
HSo. he is no connection" answered Miss Hawke,
| very quietly. "He is son Of Sir Reginald More
combe, person my father has high regard Tor;
| He is coming here on visit. Mr. seymour, Will
| you please give ME peachf" , am,
What was the meaning of the smile that fitted
! over her facel Could she read in me that was
half mad to ask her if there was the faintest chance
! in the world af her complying with her papas de-
| sirel Well. must have been an ass to suppose
that she could interpret my thoughts like that; yet,
nv mind was so full at that moment that could
! not but suspect she had caught glimpse OF por-
| tiOn of what was whirng and simmerIng IN IT.
! "What is young Mr.. Morecombe" said |; " an
| army manU
| "He is nothing" said Miss Hawke.
"Vcry much nothing at all" observed Amelia.
| waited breathless thinking that Miss Hawke would
| speak in his favor.
~ am afraid he is rather a fool" said she; where
! upon laughed at the top of my voice.
"Why were fools invented3" | exclaimed as
| lively as a sparrow a sudden; " to mitigate any
| spirit of discomfort that might sometimes WISH Ylst
! moukeysi or as standards for measuring the intel
! lect of ladcs?"
why do you say ,that'' cried Amelia. Are
| woman only fit for fools p
! NO nn h said "The women who are above
! fools can't be measured by them am speaking of
| women who allow fools to make love TO them, and
! who end in marrying fOOls.p
"A girl NAV marry fool and not know he is a
fool until she finds him her husband" said Miss
! Hawke. -,
nv life but for all that, didn't agree with her,
man. il i true, may prove blgger 1901 aIter
marriage to his wife than he seemed before because
his wife has had the chance of looking deeper into
! him; but if ever he fool at all, he was fool
before his marriage, and the woman knew i.
! - | should not object very much to stupid men,,
said Amelia " if they were fOolishy amiable, and
! NOT generally cOnceted. | don't profess to know
much about Mr MoIecomDe, put so iaE as l nay
! got what annoys me most in him IS ths-when he
puts his glass into his eye and looks around there
can be no question that he thinks himself person
of consequence, and that he embelllshes ire. ne!
! o. my dear whenever meet with what papa calls
! a swell, always wonder how many 1eet hlgh u
| would be necessary to mount into the air to look
! down and not be able to see the noble creature"
| " How terribly democratic they are In America,
! Mr. Seymour" exclaimed Miss Hawke, laughing.
In Australia you know, wereyerence pedigree
Yes the Australians are a loyal people they
| believe in lords, and sing God save the Queen,
| said l. And don't You see, Amelia, that your
notion of going into the air and losing sight OF the
| swell hits the man of genius too would httle
| Thomas Moore have been visible three miles
! dOwni 7"
Z" Not his body, but the best part of him would
said Miss Hawke, " for Amelia could take the Irish
/ Melodies into the air with her"
! should have praised this as neat turn In any
body but coming from Miss Florence II sounded to
| me incomparably fine. was delighted, and said 1t
was worthy of Hook. why Hook l must have
! meant HOOd.) m
! PRAY Miss Hawke said !, &" where is Flora y
| "Flora OH poor, dear old Flora, am SORRY TO
saw is not well. The housekeeper is nursing her
! down stairs. But you are not sorry, are you You
! think her vicious. Even had she been WELL should