The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1885-04-15
"CALLED BACK"
BY HUGH CONWAY.
CHAPTER Nv.
NOT FOR LOVE OR MARRIAGE.

NOT FOR LOVE OR MARRIAGE.
a week has passed by. am more in
love than ever. am now satisfied as to
the tn roughness Of my passion; certain
that this sudden love of mine will endure
as long as my life That it is no transient
flush to fade away with time or absence.
Whether my suit will be successful OF
not this woman will be my first and last
love.
AS yet l have made little progress in
the furtherlng of my desire / see her
every day, because 1 wa oh for her COM
ing and going; and every time see her,
lind fresh charms in her face and graces
IN her figure. Yet Kenyon was right
Hers is peculiar style of beauty. That
pale pure face those dark dreamy far
of womanhood. 1t may be this ac-
counts for the strange fascination
she has for me. Her carriage is
upright and graceful she walks always
at the same pace; her face is always
grave, and it seems to me she seldom
speaks to that old companion OF servant
who never quits her side. l am begin
ming to look upon her as riddle, and
wonder If the keYewill sava,; be mine. ss-~. 4,
l have found out some few things
about her Her name is Pauline-a
sweet and suitablename- Pauline March.
She is therefore English, although l
sometimes hear her saying few words
in Italian to old Teresa, her servant
She seems to know no one, and 50 far as
1 can learn, no one knows more about
her than dol, at least, know she came
from Turin, and that is more than my
informants were aware Of
l still occupy my rooms, waiting my
chance. 1t is tantallzing to live in the
same house with the one you love- and
find no opportunity of commencing the
siege. That old Teresa guards her
charge like a thoroughbred Spanish
duenna. Her dark eyes glance quickly
and susplclously at me whenever l meet
the two women, and bid them the good
morning or good-evening which fellow
ledger may venture upon. Asyet have
got no further than these cold civilities.
Pauline's eyes and manner give me no
encouragement. She acknow edges my
salutatlon gravely, distantiy and apa-
the, ically. 1t is clear to me that love at
first ST hit is not bound to be reciprocal.
comfort myself by thinking that Fate
must have something in store for me, OF
Pauline and would never have been
brought face to face again.
So all [ can do is to lurk behind the
watch my love, guarded by that old cat
Teresa, go out and come in. l am
obliged now to exercise due caution in
this proceeding, as the duenna once
caught sight of me, and now each time
they pass see her fierce eyes peering
into my hiding place. am beginning
TO hate Teresa.
Yet If / have done little, am in the
same house, breathing the same air as
Pauline and am patient man and can
wait for my opportunity. twill be sure
to come at last.
This is how it came One evening I
heard fall, clatter of china and q cry
of distress l ran out of my room and
found Teresa lying on the stairs amid
the ruins of the landlady's best tea-set.
and grooming earnestly. My chance had
come
With the shameless hypocrisy of love.
ran to her aid, as eager to help her as
though she had been nv mother. en-
deavored, In the most tender manner. to
raise her; but she sank back. wailino
out something about, lone Of re fools
broke"
1t was clear that Teresa's English was
not her strong point so l asked her in
Italian what was the matter. She BRIGHT
ened up as she heard her own lanouaoe
and found that she had sprained her
knee so severely that she was unable to
rise. l told her that | would carry her
to her room, and without more ado
picked her up and bore her upstairs
Pauline was standing on the landing
Her large dark eyes were opened wide
!, her whole appearance that of ALBRIGHT. T