The Penn's Grove record., 1885-05-09
II HIDDEN LOVE.

A prolonged and ear-piercing val on
the still sultry air causes me TO leave
the arms of 0 Morpheus at the unac-
customed hour of seven In the morning
With ~imprecations on that special DON
kew. [ turn on my other side, in the
FAINT hope of still successfully woolng
''tired Natures sweet %Testorer, but,
between asses biped and quadruped,
am doomed.
Bangl bangl bangi at my door, and,
taking my excavations for welcome, that
other NOISY d nkey Dick Tremenhere
stalks into my loom and across 1t to the
shattered window, where, making an
aperture between the blinds just large
enough to direct a strong sun-ray into
my ~defenceless eyes, he then n there
airs his extensive vocabulary OF admir-
ing adjectIves.
.'Isn't she a beauty l don't wonder
she is pronounced dangerous. Such
eyes, Ell? And all hat long hair Just
foatlngl 1 say, Ted, you never saw
such contours. Tumble up. old man,
and get a sight of her before she's off.
The donkey is FESTIVE, aud all the others
are mounted. Why, she looks lovely
even on that ininitesimal brutel"
"Brute yourselfl And what If l
don't want to see her? Wouldn't turn
out to see the most lovely her or him in
the known world, much less a strangerl'
/ growl.
NCome, now-stranger, Is she, when
/ Know you were at least a month with
her at Trouville last summerp Insensi-
BILE TO your charms, Master Teddy--is
that itP Now | come to think of it,
she was said to have been spoons upon
a arrot-topped fellow, with something
horrible to ears polite by way of name
-Piggins Shocks, or that ik."
s'TTemenhere, will you have the good
ness 20 stop that2' l threaten, in the
act of throwing the bedroom CANDLE
stick at his head.
He stoops, and the missile sails
through the opening III the shutters and
descends among the equestrians below,
creating great chatter. For a moment
we preserve an astOunded silence, and
I have the air of sleeping most pro-
foundly, determined, if any n is
Drained below, to leave intrusive IRE
menhere to Tear the brunt OF the mis-
chief; but a burst of silvery laughter
proclalms the general safety, and so we
take heart. | scramble out of bed land,
clad in a traveling-rug, refresh my WIS.,
nal organs with a glance below.
Just under my coign of vantage is a
Young person whose face | cannot see ;
but her dust-gray dress and Rubens hat
of the same color, with scarlet peoples
to match the housings of her mouse
colored steed, make the ensemble less
absurd. Her figure, az Tremenhere
says, is the work either of nature or of
Monsieur Worth, for no m else could
have produced such a chef-d'9ure.
"Who is it, DlckP"I whisper.
"Becasse that thou art, don't tell me
you don't knowg"
Then the gray hat turns aside, and
Helen Trevor looks so directly up at my
shattered window that l involuntarily
collapse and sink down out of sight be-
hind an arm-chair-just as if she could
pierce the green blinds with her sp,en-
did brown eyesl
Looking out of the window again,
the donkey-bells jingle down the ave.
nue., the escort goes bravely along in
the dust, and Dick Tremenhere lies
kicking up his heels ON my bed, slap
ping.his legs in a paroxysm OF delighted
discovery, and calling out
"Hasn't she got you in a corner, my
sweet? And amt you frightened,
'cabrned, cribbed, conflaed, in this lit
tie spot, where you can't show a clean
pair of heels without taking all the
world into your c~ontideuce?"
eff you don't give over shouting, III
duck you in my bathl Come out of
that, and tell me when these people
come"
"Per diligence the half-meaning the
chaperOns, and such heavy luggage
and the rest came up OF the top of Ber-
trand de Lys's four-in-hand, while you
were meahdering the trout-stream where
never since the memoryo of man was fish
taken. You remember you were late,
and dined alone, and then grumped off
with your cigar till roosting-time, like
a sour Old beggar as you are. What did
they do To you at TrOuville thus to cur
die your humanity2"
"YOu'd never know if | should tell
you. 1t would be like a properly-pro-
nounced line of Virgil to Parllamenta-
rians. Go to!n
'But you won't cut and run, though
she does look dangerous?" Dick begs.
81 say, Ted, just stand up to her. Go
ing away is foolish, you know; and she'd
course you, If she'd a mind, from Paris
to Petersburg. You'd be no end of
ridiculous doing the Parthian."
"Friend of my soul, the oracle has
not yet spoken. Entire nous, | think
this rather a stupid place.
"There you gol'' be exclaims despair
ingly. "You'H be the chased Teddy
Livingstone and Wen have a pool on
such a favoTite as l hear she is. Don't
cut, l implore. Say you won't"
seek not to proticipate. as says the
immortal Salrey; but l think | shall
stay and convince you that you are all
wrong"
''She couldn't seize you and come the
Bunsby, you know" persists Dick, en-
couIagingly.
Then | give him a miniature doache
as a mild hint that the audience is
ended, and he departs, while l proceed
to a meditative toilet.
of course Helen Trevor knows that
/ understand her usual tactics; but |
am not obliged to tell Dick Tremenhere
that i cared for Miss Trevor before she