Bridgeton pioneer., 1884-01-17

made no reply to this, but still looked de-
murely on the ground at her feet. ssWher
! first heard it was dreaming, and dis
tinctly heard the words, Oh, Jupiter, how
weary are my spiritsl'" Ny
"That was not strange she answered
looking UP at him spoke Them
"Did you?n he asked with some confu.
sion. All this seemed to have been said and
done aforetime, and to have led to some
unhappiness which now again threatened
from the near future. Everybody has ex-
perienced that curious sensation
"What was your dream3n
"Oh, my dream he answered. "It was
nothing. dreamed was at the play and
I saw Rosalind upon the stage"
She looked up at him swiftly, with hint
of fear and half hint of resolution in her
face. He struck out with a Transparent
pretense OF being perfectly at his ease, and
cut down a nettle with his walking-cane.
"Your voice reminded me. he said, after
a little pause, " of the most beautiful voice
I had ever heard till then. 1 even thought
I recognized it, and walked down to meet
you, and found that had made blunder. "
"In meeting met" she asked.
He laughed again and their eyes met.
In hers there was a tender triumph and
gayety which answered her own question
fairly well, even without the aid of his.
which beamed with admiration
"No," he answered, "but in dreaming
that that lovely voice had ever sounded
from the stage" He went on more at ease.
And yet ths fancy haunted me all day. n
She was looking on the ground once more,
and with the point Of her parasol was turn
ing a little pebble over and over She
stopped 50 that her face was hidden from
him by the wide-brimmed summer hat she
wore. If this were coquetry, the fashion
Of the day favored it, for at the dropping
edge Of the width of plated straw was a
fringe Of fine black lace some two or three
inches deep, and he would have had to fall
upon his knees to see her face. Could he
have seen it he could not have failed to no.
tice how flushed she was, and what look
of fear and shame was in her eyes.
"Who was the lady," she asked, "whosa
voice SO resembled mins1"
"A Miss Churchill, said Tregarthen. "A
delightful actress. The most charming
actress I ever saw" It seemed necessary
to make as much as might reasonably be
made Of Miss Churchills perfections to ex-
cuse any comparison, however trivial, be-
tween her and the woman Of his heart, who
not only was not an actress and was gen.
but was also, and Of course, be-
yond comparison with anybody. saw
her play Rosalind," he hurried on, land
since the first words heard You speak were
the first words heard her speak, the re-
semblance of the voices was accidentally
Ibid you wish very much 30 see Miss
Churchil?n asked the young lady "Were
you very much interested in her,"
mot at all, cried Tregarthen eagerly.
~ had forgotten her-until I heard the
voice"
"Were you disappointed when you found
that it was only-me3"
"Only you'll" said the lover, and would
not condescend to add to that simple but
sufficient disclaimer, except by possessing
himself first of her hand and then Of her
waist. For while she bent her head and
refused to allow him to steal the merest
glance at her face, but by-and- by She turned
upon him gently and gazed full in his eyes
for moment, while her figure yielded it
self more freely to his embrace, and no
longer repulsed him by its rigidity.
"H I had turned out to be Miss Church
i'll" she asked him, "shonld your She
paused, but the very silence was eloquent.
"Have loved YOUTH said Tregarthen.
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