Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1885-12-04

cannot come here, you know. 1t would
never do for me to come dowE here from
Saturday to Monday, as | have done for the
past six months, would it7'
Certainly not" said Kate.
"Well don't know, why not, if your
aunt Dorothy comes to stay with you,
Kate" said the host.
'For my part, don't see why it cannot
be as l suggest. Now don't go, Kate,
there's dear girl"
! Kate was slipping away again, to be
gently detained as before.
| 1t is not as if were an ass, and penni-
less one, too, is it Joe!n
The host drank another glass of wine and
the first CLEAN of the sunset came stream
ing into the room.
''Ah, you nsver help me,' said Dick, land
! here we are nearing on the end of another
/ day, and
believe me, old fellow" said the host,
irterrupting him, these days that en1 like
this are your happiest days, and Kate's
happiest You will never be SO happy
again as you are now. Ask any man or
woman who has passed through the same
kind of dream. Ask the poet, the philoso-
pher. Be content, Dick Be content, Kater'
That's the kind of sentiment Kate is be-
ginning to fra off at me. Now l see where
she gets her fanciful pellets"
do you think l am too stupid to make
them for myself, then? Oh, very well, I
will go and talk to my pigeons; they never
question what say, or pry into the source
of my inspiration"
MAY, don't 60"
81 mutt
'sWhyp
Il am going to feed the pig cons"
mo, not yet" answered Dick, going to
tIo1 or>,, ~,
feed Joe and 1; we have far more appre-
citation of your wit than your pigeons
have"
Indeed" she said, "you are not half as
pretty; come and sea-"
He clasped her waist as they trayersed
the passage to the hall and out into the
little courtyard. She did not resist. They
walked in silence for a little while ljnger-
ing by the way.
'Whv will you be so unkindY said Dick,
presently.
Il cannot leave him." she sighed.
"But it will not be leaving him alto
gether; we shall visit him; he will visit u.s."
Eyes, know, but it aoiU be leaving him,
and know he breads it,
HAS he said so?'
Eyes, often"
Poor dear fellow" said Dick, forget
ting himself at once in the love of his
friend.
II knew you would bs sorry" said Kate.
II knew you would be reasonable
"Yes, DEAR" he answered very gently.
''but don't you think he might be talked
into a different opinion with little
pressure?"
Not at present." she said; Che has been
very wretched lately, and the other night
he said he had a strange presentiment Of
some calamity happening to us. DR.. Ware
says it is the coming on of melancholia, and
that he must go away from here-far away,
the sea would do him world of good, but
go he must, and with an object. And right
upon this opinion comes Lawyer Woods
news from New York. he won't listen to
the idea of me going with him, and Dr.
Ware has advised him to go alone. Ny
companionship recalls the past too much, he
says; and he declares that if he will go off
at once and see about this Norbury prop
erty, the occupation and change will make
new man of him."
81 wish l could get Dr. Ware to advise
Joe that to complete the cure he should on
his return find cake and cards from Mr.
and Mrs. Richard WoodvilIe. Would YOU
consent to positively fix the day, and cease
to think about it, if Joe asked yous'
Eyes, If he was in earnest" she said.
''And will you not settle it, if he does not
ask you TO 90 SO, or say you may.
II will think about it, she said, slipping
away from his embrace to be almost sur
rounded the next moment by dock of COO
ing pigeons.
1t would have done GU good to have seen
that Arcadian picture in the little court
yard of Bramhling house. Think of all the
tall, shapely, graceful women you have
ever seen in paintings, old masters and
modern, with heads well poised on dainty
shoulders, from which fall limp, grace
full robes, and all around pigeons flying
in wanton sport. Then concentrate the
beauties of them all into one figure,
and fancy it is Kate Norbury a flock Of
doves at her feet ,one upon her finger, and
group of Others futtering round in hope
of similar recognition of favor. The scene
courtyard, with an old stone fountain.
Finally, put into the picture which your
minds eye contrives, a young Englishman
of IS. stalwart as a Britisher, dark as an
Italian. in an old-fashioned dress suit with
high collar and dangling watch SEALS
What picture of peace and innocence
and love, to be broken in upon by the croak
of the raven and the shadow of violent
death!