The true northerner., 1885-11-19

of your voice. I'm getting lonesome. What
did you say?"
II don't think Blanche likes Mr.. Doug
lass very we'll, was the barely audible re-
ply.
"The deuce you don't. O, we'll. but You
are mistaken, know. Don't she show him
all sorts of favors, dancing with him re-
peatedly, even giving him the dance she
used to always give to me and that should
have enjoyed SO much to-night?"
"Did you ask her for it?" murmured the
figure at his side.
"Ask her for il? Not /. Though, to
tell the truth, Nellie, was awfully tempt
ed to. If she had youchsafed me one
friendly glance l would undoubtedly have
made "A fool of myself"
Some violent emotion seemed to be agita-
ting his companion, and her struggles at
tracted the attention of Mr.. Greystone; he
shook her vehemently.
"Now, Nellie, l positively forbid you
taking off single shawl" and he attempted
to readjust her wraps, but the lady resisted
his we'll intended efforts and in trice had
torn the veil from her face and displayed to
his astonished gaze the laughing counten-
ance of Blanche Leslie.
"Pray, 90 on with your remarks, Mr..
Greystone. Your style, though little
peculiar, is nevertheless highly entertain
ing. / don't know when L have enjoyed n
ride so much.
saint YOU afraid we shall upset If We
don't keep to the road?" for the horse was
following its own sweet will and meander-
| ing along the roadside in an aimless fash
| ion, while his driver stared at his compan-
ion in utter amazement.
-utter-idiot 1 have been,"
his power of speech coming back to him
by jerks.
"Where is Nellie, and how on earth did
you get here, Blanche?"
20, Nellie wanted to ride home with the
| load-I think she was tired of your COM
pany, strand hadn't the heart to refuse
her when she wanted me to take her
place."
"And you have been listening to all my
idiotic talk! What must you think of me-?
Can you ever forgive me for the way / have
talked, and," laying his hand on her arm
"tell me, Blanche, that you loathe and de-
| spise that fellow Douglass"
"But do not loathe and despise Mr..
| Douglass. On the contrary, l consider
him one of the pleasantest young men |
know. But what do you want to talk of
Mr.. Douglass for? Are you so infatuated
with him that you cannot talk of anything
else?"
Il infatuated with him! heartily detest
the man. l wanted to knock him down
every time he looked at you tonight.
Blanche, darling" slipping his arm adroitly
around her waist, "tell me, do You care even
a little for me? Are you perfectly indiffer-
ent to me, when have worshiped you all
my life?"
at would serve you right if | hated you,
and 1 don't see why don't, after the way
YOU have treated me-never to come near
me or speak TO me at all, with most re-
proachful glance.
"But you don't hate me, do YOU Blanche?"
"No-I don't" she confessed.
Mr.. Greystone's horse Jagged in a most
unaccountable fashion the last half of the
way home, but everything must have been
very harmonious, for the first time Mr..
Greystone met Mr.. Douglass, he hailed him
with such hearty good humor as to fill that
gentleman with wonder, and he marveled
greatly what had come over that gruff fell
low, Greystone. "By Jove, he never used
to hardly speak to fellow"