The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-05-23

DlOnuc neau away.
He is an old friend" said Mr.. Eyre,
carelessly; land l never forget old
friends-do your" he added. in tone
that sent the blood to her cheek, and
the horses away at gallop, 80 that Mr..
Eyre got no reply: but did not seem to
miss 1t as he went back in search of his
wife.
1t was long hunt, but he found her
at last investigating the gooseberry-
bushes as if her life depended on the
ripening of the berries, the most infalli-
BILE sign Of madcap's being out of sorts,
Dody and Doune conspicuous by their
absence.
Has your Duchess gomez" she said,
not looking round.
yes"
"Why did you not marry her instead
of me?"
perhaps she preferred being Ouch
ess to Mrs. Eyre"
did you ever ask her?" cried Mad
cap. turning round with flashing eyes,
and stamping her little foot. rs that
the woman for whom Lady Betty said
you left me three whole mOnths?'
II never left you for her or any other
woman in my life" said Mr.. Eyre. "And
could you be JEALOUSY" he added sud-
denly.
TRY me- she cried. "And your"
II could play Othello to your BESIDE
mona with very good grace"
And kill me-"
'Ay, why not?'
Kill what love,
savage Jealousy that sometimes savors no
bly,.
1t would be the most natural thing in
life to kill you If you dared to love an
ntbar m, m haitian fbon r,yoaIfv
He snatched her in his arms-then,
as one suddenly remembering, held her
more gently, and called himself brute
for making her so pale. and smoothed
her hair, and even carried her into the
house, but all the same, was inflexible
in declaring that she must go with him
next day.
1T is for Franks sake" he said,
when he had babe her maid prepare
everything, evento shOe-buckles, with
out pfag1ing her mistress; and then
Madcap had started up out of his arms,
crying passiOnately-
Frank, Frank. it is always Frank!
Am not only to be degraded by his
company ut home. but must do some
thing 1 hate to serve his interests
abroad: You used to be careful enough
to keep harm away from me; and may
~
penis and he does not. He can't be sor-
ry with that color, concluded Madcap,
in SO aggrieved a tone as to make Mr..
Eyre break into laugh that yet had
but little mirth In it.
The Duke received Mr.. Eyre warmly
on their arrival next day, but this did
not detain his guest. who. after few
words with the Duchess, followed Mad
cap up stairs; and as he clasped her
necklace and fastened flower at her
neck. showed such brilliant spirits as
succeeded at last in chasing away her
own sadness at leaving home.
What do you think of her?" said the
Duchess to her sister-in-law, Lady
Sophia, whom, for some reason best
known to herself, she had hurriedly
asked to meet the Eyres.
'I'll tell you after dinner" said Lady
Sophia; but if you want my opinion Of
them as pair, it strikes me that les
idees dune tete a chere,I blondes ne sOnt
pas celles dune tete blonde"
1.-The description hardly applies to
Mr.. Eyre" said the Duchess coldly. II
think him now, as always. the hand
soonest man ever saw"
Lady Sophia shrugged her shoulders.
HE has aged frightfully during the
last three months" she said, land
seems to bear Frank Lovel's sins vicari-
ously. / saw the two men side by side
in church last Sunday, and wondered
how Mrs. Eyre could ever have hesitat-
ed between them"
''She never did" said the Duchess,
walking to the window and looking out,
shat pretty-faced boy could be no rival
to such man as Mr.. Eyre"
"Prettyl" cried Lady Sophia indig-
nantly; "he has the most noble, gener-
Gus, beautiful face in the world, and
looks like an angel Of light beside Mr..
Eyre's blackness-"
1T is to be hoped that Mrs, Eyre
does not share your opinion" sa q the
Duchess carelessly, as they pared at
the top of the stairs; but all the while
Lady Sophia was dressing, she was puz-
zling her brains as to what story she
had heard over half dozen years ago
about her sister-in-law--then Lady
Julia Hayes-and Mr.. Eyre. 1t could
have been nothing scandalous; she was
too carefully guarded for that. Nor
could he have dared to use her i'll: her
birth forbade the idea. But here Lady
Sophia erred, for when Mr.. Eyre's ad-
miration was aroused, the accident Of
birth counted for nothing, but the
quality and charms he coveted a great
zeal.
Perhaps Lady Sophia felt that she
had been hasty in her pity for Madcap
when Mr.. Eyre led her in, the only
Wilderness about her furnished by her
neck and arms, and no color anywhere
save on her lips and cheeks, and the
little chestnut head in whose soft rings
the red-gold lurked.
Perhaps, too, as she sat beside the
Duke at dinner, bringing unaccustomed
smiles to his lips, it occurred to him
that there might be an order Of beauty
that in juxtaposition to that of his wife
inevitably vulgarized the latter; and at
the same moment Mr.. Eyre, glancing
at the women who sat at the head of the
table, asked himself if it were possible
he had ever been attracted by such
charms.
"Over-fed," he thought, as his keen
eyes rested on the voluptuous beauty Of
throat, neck, and arms; ''she Is rapidly
approaching the point where material
sensations obliterate moral impressions,
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