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

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world, yet had 1t been prolonged gaze could not
have found more meaning in It. My heart fell TO
beating as If had received fright and 1 stood
holding on to the doOr-handle some moments after
the last of the ladies had passed out, rendered as
may suppose. temporarily incapable Of employing
my intelligence by the transport Of wonder and
passion those sweet gray eyes had kndled in me.
returned to the table, and observed my uncle
casting gances around as If in search of something
to smoke. Old Hawke sat cold and hard in his
place; there was no invitation for me to draw my
chair close; he mechanically pointed to the decant
ers and named their contents with an expression Of
face as If he wished us all to the devil.
You're not a smoker, believe, Mr.. Hawke "
said my uncle.
"No, l am not" he replied; "but know you
are' and he called to of his men to put box Of
cigars on the table. NY uncle and fired up, as
why should we not, since the cigars were there to
be smokedi and | do not know that 1 enjoyed Mr..
Hawkes. capital tobacco the less because noticed
that he studiously avoided addressing me, or even
looking at me.
After we had been sitting in this manner about
ten minutes Mr.. Hawke begged my uncles pardon
for leaving him for few moments: he was anxious
to see how Mr.. MorecOmbe did he should be sorry
that his friend Sir Reginald Morecombes should
feel himself neglected.
Not very polite, Jack to leave us, even for Sir
Reginald Morecombes SON. said my uncle, when
Mr. Hawke was gone; "but squatting is a calling
for which one must make large allowances. Have
you enjoyed your dinner7'
avery much - said l.
81 am glad to hear that" says he gravely; "and
while it lasts, my lad shOuld go enjoying 1t mp
to the hilt for calculate it'll be the only blowout
Il don't say the only blow-up-youl get at Clifton
Lodge"
81 I'm afraid that's pretty plain said /.
a. You can't blame Hawke continued my uncle
"why, confound yOu you and Florence have been
as thick as thieves this evening: never saw such
hobnobbing in my life. Have you made her In love
with You You turned the old man into stOne he
was Ike a statue and could do nothing but look. If
he don't cut and your aunt for this at once, he'll
drop presently, you bet
al hope not said I.
- ou bet. Bat dye think shall go into mourn
ingi Well invite him to dinner by way of revenge
next week. and, if he accepts, give you leave to
shave my head. And, man, wasn't your getting
Miss Hawke to take in to dinner neatly managed 7
How was l to know which Miss Hawke ne meant 2
and he laughed at the top Of his voice.
Aren't you sorry Mr.. Morecombe has sprained
his ankle :" said I.
avery" he replied; if I'd have fOresocn this dis
astcr I'd have brought few ket-handkerchicfs
with me-
Fancy squeezing the life ont Of the dog; how
happy he must feel rs he lies forking his leg up and
cnrsing at il said l. turning over tho fancy and rel
ishing il. and garnishing it with my imagination.
"Jack," exclaimed my uncle. looking at me with
one eye half closed, dye know, If you have mind
20 win the girl, I'm disposed to stake sum of
money on your chances. Mmd-I don't believe
you'd ever get her dads consent. You'd have TO
bolt with her; II would have to be the old rope
lndder Lusincssthc midnight chaise express. his
worship the registrar carly in the mOrning-the reg
ular Rosa Matilda end ADna-Maria kind of thing,
against all which ] soemnly caution you. But
what I'd be willing 10 wager on IL, that with few
more opportunities you'll bring Miss Florence to
listen ay and to like IT, while you pour your cheap
poetry into her ears And hope, young man. said
he deepening his voice and opening his holf-closed
oye and speaking very earnestly indeed. that nm
less you are absolutely sincere in your feelings
you'll sheer OF from her before you begin to make
Lsr think of YOU
"Nly dear uncle" | began.
Hear me out cried he; " shes n sweet woman
and must have her approached with immense hon
csty. III allow 40 flirting slou must not drop the
gnn, by aud by To consider whether il is worth the
candle Oh. yes, can see what's in your mind
Your admiration for her ills you with establishment
at my language. But you are twcnty-ive and at
twenty-five the human character is like sand, and
the loyele.t fabric of sentiment that can be con-
,trurtcd upon it,, cemcnted by dreams, decorated
with the sparkling gems Of Imagination, and radi-
ant with tho light that Wordsworth speaks of in his
noble ode may settle and sink ont Of sight IN few
hous like an old collier on the Goodwin Sands
nv dear uncle" began once moro.
"Thcre must be tomfoolcry,' he continued
" Not" giving me a bow, that doubt YOU No.
sr; YOU are my brother Toms son y0u have been
a sailor: and know how to value those two things
Hut do not 20 say. and make love to Florence
Hawke and get her To fall in love with YOU do not
go and shove yourself in the way OF her papas
wishes and deprive her of a man who ASS rs THINK
him. might for all you can tell turn out u very tot
crtble husbaud-unless you are rs certain thar y"u
can count upon your imprisoned sincerity ana dr-
voton for the rest of your natural life ~ surely as
can count M this moment upon finding gold III my
pocket by feeling for it,
: This WIS rather staggering talk 10 me. what did
he mean that | wasn't a man of honor , that was
q cockucy flirt down at Bristol for a holiday. trying
to make fool OF the girl had fallen IN love with
and literally adOrcd ! was turning over an answer
I'm NY mind when he started OF afrcsh;
should have spoken to You in the same fashion
if Won had fallen in love with one OF your cousins
You arc without a father, Jack, and rs an uncle
Law, a right to talk to you. There's nothing IN lie
that disgusts and angcrs me more than MAJ" mt
creature who pretends to fall in love- makes s'
fond of him, and then drops her There's no natter
] long enough for such malignant balloons. woman
f. always an object to be rcycrcnccd She has emo.
tions We men could not even fathom-no not II all
the dcep.ca lead lines in the world were spHced TO-
/ acthcr 10 sound her with. Her love is not hh'
ours, a thing apart-you know the noble lines VIII
ten by n scamp9 When it isa woman's heart tha'
Is to be approached my cry is Hats OF ANA haha'
off! show your respect, for you are ON holy ground
and prove your honesty, as the Scotsman does De
/ fore paying money, by pausing to tax a thocht'
! apo you imagine am flirting with Miss llaw Ike 7