The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-08-20

emit, he said, lightly-and there in the
basket were the very same cream cakes,
and pink Charlotte Russes which had sold
him, not an hour ago. looked at him He
looked at me-
" l beg your pardon" he said. "I didn't
Snow--n
And then I held up my finger with q
quick warning gesture, and Aunt Celestia's
clear, calm voice spoke up.
Z Major Harrington. this is my eldest
niece, Lilias. Lilias, let me present to you
your cousin Cyril Harrington"
Major Harrington bowed low with most
puzzled face. 1 courtesied low. rather en-
joying his perplexity. While Milly, crouch.
ing on the hearth-rug, nibbled appreciatingly
at her pink Russes, and oven Aunt Celestia
condescendod to approve of the dainty Bos-
ton cream cakes. -
But tell me all about it," he said, when
Aunt Celestia had gone into the next room
10 unpack her best linen napkins, and Milly
WAS scving about the ten, How came you
to oe there Aud why are you surrounded
with this air of unbelievable mystery ?"
" Can you keep secret 2" questioned /,
solemnly
will guard it with my life," he an,
swered, in the same tone of mock tragedy
And then, Mt the risk, as felt, of losing
caste in his sight, told him the whole
story.
7" could not see Milly and Aunt Celestia
pinched with poverty said, "when I was
able to earn little money for them. l am
secluded from publicity there, in my own
little pastry-room. Blanca, the old cook, il
very kind and considerate to me, AMI Mr.
Royal, the proprieto's pays me regularly
every Saturday night. OF course it is de-
ception, to let Aunt Celestial believe that
am taking lessons in Medieval Art of Mr..
Stanmond Siegvolk. But-what else could
we do?"
:" see," he said, quietly. Aud there was
in his eye, as he sat looking at the fire,
something like the glitter of hidden moist
ure. Yes, see. You are quite right
Cousin Lilias"
And he made the excuse of some engage
ment on the morrow, 80 that was left free
to prepare the delicacies for Mrs. Comma
dore Justison's little dinner, with clear con
science. =5.s sz.z55.
Cousin Cyril Harrington stayed in New
York all winter. He came to our house
nearly every day, almost always in the
evenings, when he knew that l should be al
home to enjoy his visits. And sometimes
thought that he might, perhaps, have liked
me, if it hadn't been for the deceit had
put upon Aunt Celestia. For what could 0
true-hearted chivalrous Southern gentleman
thinl; of girl who acted daily lie. And
felt sore at heart when I saw tho roses
the bloomy purple grapes, the boxes OF
French bonbons, the new books which he
brought to Milly. Not because I wa,
jealous. Oh, no, l was not base enough
for that-but because l know that Mill,
had sailor lover far away ON the sens
and never could care for any one else.
So that wac not surprised, one lovely
April evening when Cyril Huntington met
on my homeward way from the Royal Res
iaurant, and, taking my arm, said gently
. have something to say to you, Lilias
Something very particular.
" Please, please don't say it," 1 cried, il
q sharp agony. at will be of no USE"
g OF no use, Lilias 2"
i" Becauses' faltered, d" she loves some
one else"
{" Who does ?" he asked.
chilly"
al But anu not speaking of Milly." h
eaid, composedly. ~ was going to say
Lilias, that love you, and want you to b.
my wife"
Aud then broke down and cried behint
my veil in the rosy twilight.
Lilias," he whispered, care you sorry
for this ?"
ooh, not sorry" 1 faltered. Oh, Sc
glad. = But-but-I never dreamed of sucl
happiness as this"
So we are married and am living in tn
sunny South now, the happiest wife in al
the broad continent. And Milly Is mar
yied to her sailor lover, and Aunt Celostii
lives with me.
But we never told her of my experience
at the Royal Restaurant. And to this day
she believes firmly in Mr.. Siegvolk and tn
Studio of Medieval Art. Shirley Broom.