The news., 1885-06-30
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was not destitute of intellect; there
was not man living, on or off the
stage, whom I should have been afraid
to challenge to a dancing-match, from
a waltz to hornpipe; | reckoned in
such songs as "Tom Bowline," "The
Anchor Weighed" and Crooked in
the Cradle of the Deep" l could de-
liver as honest note as ever a sailors
lungs could find wind for Though /
never would sing before ladies'; but l
was not such fop as not to have been
able to tell in a moment whether my
company was unwelcome to Miss Flor
ence, nor such blunderhead as not
to have straightway hauled off from
her under press of canvas had such
discovery been made by me. If
lively interest in my talk, if compare
tive neglect of the rest of the company
II real earnestness in her manner
when earnestness was most accepta-
BILE to me, if an occasional sideways
peep at me, as if the view was rather
to her taste-if such things in a girl
may be accepted as encouraging symp-
toms by the young fellow she is along
side of, then | am strictly within the
truth when say that all this and
good deal more, much too nice and
subtitle for few to determine, COM
posed Miss Hawkes. bearing, man.
ners, behavior, speech to me that even
ing at papa's dinner-table. And shallI
omit reference to the unspeakable rel
ish afforded this delightful communion
by the reflection that young More
combe was abed upstairs with a
sprained ankle-an ankle, say,
sprained, to put fact squarely, by
tumbling over Miss Hawkes. sensibili-
ties?
"a fig for old Hawke p l cried 10
myself; and as the old gentleman's
excellent dry champagne mingled
with my blood and coursed through
my veins, grew more and more in
different to the looks of astonishment
and annoyance would catch him
throwing at us, and more and more
ardent in my behavior to Miss Hawke
SO that / may plainly assert that if 1
had come to that table up to my neck
in love, had foundered clear out of
my soundings long before the ladies
withdrew.
Well, when they rose at last, Inearly
pitched over my chair to hold open
the door; but not for small fortune
would have missed doing that same,
for as Miss Hawke passed, she just
raised her eyes to mine with a little
smile: it was the briefest glance in
the world, yet had it been a prolonged
gaze | could not have found more
meaning in it. My heart fell to beat
ing as if l had received fright; and
| stood holding on to the door-handle
some moments after the last of the
ladies had passed out, rendered, as !
may suppose, temporarily incapable
az esnplnyias my s.-'...:,ssS..s;. rs.t.,
transport Of wonder and passion those
sweet gray eyes had kindled in me.
lreturned to the table, and observed
nay uncle casting glances around as if
in search of something to smoke. Old
Hawke sat cold and hard in his place,
there was no invitation for me to
draw my chair close; he mechanically
pointed to the decanters and named
their contents with an expression of
face as if he wished us all to the devil.
You're not a smoker, l believe,
Mr.. Hawke?" said my uncle.
mo l am not" he replied; ''but 1
know you are;" and he called to one of
his men to put up box of cigars on
he table. My uncle and fred up,
as why should we not, since the cigars
were there to be smoked ? and | do not
know that | enjoyed Mr.. Hawkes.
capital tobacco the less because L
noticed that he studiously avoided ad-
dressing me, or even looking at me,
After we had been sitting in this
manner about ten minutes, Mr.. Hawke
begged my uncle's pardon for leaving
him for few moments; he was anx.
ious to see how Mr.. Morecombe did.
he should be sorry that his friend Sir
Reginald Morecombe's son should feel
himself neglected.
mot very polite, Jack, to leave us.
even for Sir Reginald Moreeombe's
SON." said my uncle, when Mr.. Hawke
was gone; "but squatting is calling
for which one must make large allow
ances. Have you enjoyed your din
ner?"
Every much," said l.
81 am glad to hear that" says he
gravely; "and while it lasts, my lad, l
should go on enjoyingit up to the hilt
for I calculate it'll bethe only blowout
= don't say the only blow-up-you'l
seJ aI NllIDOn Lodge.
81 am afraid that's pretty plain, said
"You can't blame Hawke" eontin-
ued my uncle; "why, confound youl
you and Florence have been thick as
thieves this evening; never saw such
hobnobbing in my life. Have you
made her in love with you? You
turned the old man into stone; he was
like statue, and could do nothing but
look. If he don't cut me and your
aunt for this at once, he'll drop us
presently, you bet"
"You bet. But dye think I shall 90
into mourning? Well invite him to
dinner by way of revenge next week,
and, if he accepts, give you leave to
shave my head. And, man, wasn't
your getting Miss Hawke to take in to
dinner neatly managed? How was to
know which Miss Hawke he meant p,
and he laughed at the top of his voice.
ITO be continued
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The shrewdest man heard of for
some time, is he who, becoming bald,
had four wigs made, the hair of one
short, the hair of the next trifie long
er, the hair of the third longer still,
and the hair of the fourth quite too
long for beauty. He wears each
week, beginning with the former.
| The effect achieved is the same as