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

moment white, though eahhoV SaS OH"Sa' '' ~
she was gone forever. :,
aNo. lark said she,- "you wrong yourself
There is nothing wonderful In your liking, even in
yopr loving Florence Hawke She likes you-she
told Amelia "a. Why shouldn't her liking become
love9 Yon p1nst not misjudge her. Suppose she
n,irnoselv omitted your name in the invitation
Il might have been from fear of her papa But look
bo, honest she is; when she gets home she remein-
bars the omission with pain, says, No, Will DEFY
mana IN this NATTER and she sits down and writes
tbe letter Won have in your pocket How can you
sneer at her =
Speer~ shouted.
Al mean. how can you talk about your dignity J
Poor girl, You know she stands alone She has TO
cone with her fathers wishes and the attentions OF
the vretched creature her papa wants her to marry
No. Jack: if were you should feel grateful tor
the snirit that prompted her to write that letter.
and sbonld certainly try to please her by making
her understand how deeply you admire her courage,
which Won can only do by dining at Clifton Lodge
on Thursday" .
q Say no more. Sophie" cried l. abiectly; I" shall
dine-trust me-
She gave me kindly nod and went away, rather
burriedly Thought perhaps to conceal her mlrth !;
hit in that particular period of my life was very
snsnicious man as what youth is not who believes
he il in loyeP When she out of sight drew
forth the letter read it over five six times kissed
the signature. and 'perpetrated several extrava-
gonces of a ike kind. had it by heart in very
short time. and went on repeating sentence after
sentence in the hope OF finding deeper meaning
than Law ON the surface. The passage that pleased
me hest was the postscript :" DO not LET your cousin
know that forgot him. 1t showed that her dog
was not the last thought in her mind when she
wrote
/ look back sometimes at myself. ensconced IN
that summer house reading Miss Hawkes. letter,
and puting il to my lips and acting like French
man in love in stage play. That particular reco-
lection, somehow, makes all that followed so queer
so romantic, 80 Wild to me- as view the incidents
now. that there are times when can hardly per-
suade myself that what took part in was not
portion of another life, like of those fancies
which sometimes seize one of having acted or done
something or undergone some experience in another
sphere of being in which one ilourshed before one
was born But let me fire away, for at this rate we
shall never get out of Clifton and afoat.
Thursday evening came, and in all my time L
never shaved myself with keener solicitude nor
dressed myself with livelier anxiety VIII it be
credited that / actually kept the ladies waiting
Think of a young follow who for years had been &C
customed TO tumble out of his bunk and bundle on
deck a couple of minutes after the cry OF Eight
bpllS' dive hear the news DtiON lu'it' N'' P'i''
had barsbly Numbered down the hatchw0y, who
considered himself fortunate If he could get good
wasb-down once week and who would roll into
his clothes without taking thought of his appear
once-think of him, say, debasing his old sea-trad-
itions by an act of vile coxcombry! Yes; / posi-
tivelv kept nv aunt and cousins waiting SO that
nv nncIe was obliged to come to my door and beat
upon it and shout, sack, damme, man. its not
dance but dinner, dye hear and it's not polite to
be late when you're asked to dine
OF course rushed out and pTOfusely apologized
declaring that my watch was wrong, and so forth ;
Int nv uncle would not have that. " No, no. says
he. " it's not your watch that's out it's another
niece of mechanism that's gone wrOns| and he
snote himself upon his breast and wmked at me
with all his might.
@You look very nice, Mr.. Jack" said my aunt :;
she always gave ne the mister.
Ii was the first time they Ind seen me IN thlS
and ,tpon INV word | tlink | may say, without
affectaton, that the dress coat shiny boots, white
tie and lavender kid gloves in which had anx-
ion,lv clothed myself made Inc q very tolcrabe fig
ure. Nv uncle was in black, and wore an open
frock coat. He began to myeigh against the
walters costume as he styled the dress had h2ged
myself ont in. 1t may please those who like 1t,
said he; " but you'll never catch me in a garment
that's neither jarket nor a coat. What. SIR, the
tailor who invented that dress had an improper
mind. II am to let the world know what sort Of
figure | possess give me tights at once. Let me
dance in shorts and Jersey
NV aunt made faces at him and tried to change
the subject BY bidding take notice Of the moon
or what there was of il; did it betokcn wet, she
wondered9 I'VE were in the caIrnif aud "rowlmg
along" rs Pat says: there were i've Of us, and q
tipbt fiji il was for me between my two cousins.
/ 4 L. int. T.. t.4,gt. rt
abusing tail coats until his foundations were cut
short by the carriage stopping at Clifton Lodge
We were punctuui enough; half-past Z. most
lovely evening il was. full Of dew and fragrance,
with noble sunset in he west and filter for ram
! bling among the hydg, than guzzliHg match
among hot soups and meats. As 1 followed my
cousins into the hall my heart beat trifin faster
| tbanusnal II was not only that WI, 10 meet the
! Girl that had taken sovereign command OF Iuy
! thoughts was going TO lind her ia the company Of
the fellow her father had chosen for her, aud whom
by opportunities and the peculiar kind Of moral
pressure which fond parents know how % exert on
their beloved children, while something they want
done remains undone, he would ultimately, no
| doubt, induce or compel her TO marry.
The footman flung open the drawing room door
and announced us aud in We went. We found Mr..
Hawke and his two daughter, alone With win
ming and delightful grace Of course. always praise
her, YOU say; but she deserved it, tell YOU Mis-,
Florence received us, kissed Sophie and Amelia but
could not help fancying there was a little tmidity
! in the way in which she shook hands with me.
Had Sophie told her that she had shown me her let
ter and that had slowed il away along with her
picture' Upon my word it is impossible to tell not
! only what girls do, but what they don't tell one
! another
Let me introduce you to my sister said she, and
she led me up to Mss Emily Hawke whose invalid
ism was sufficiently defined by her wan face She
appeared to be about seventeen years Old and she
! had old Hawkes. features, attenuated by ill-healt
and refined by the Circumstance Of her not belong
ing TO old Hawkes. sex. Ny aunt was at her side
full of sympathy and questions; 50 went over to