Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1885-09-03

''There is lady who was once very
kind to me" she said, who lives very
humbly among the mountains of Cum
berland, and | am going to spend my
summer with her. In the autumn
hope to begin new phase of my art.
You see am poor, Mr.. Quintard, and
depend upon my exertiOns for liv-
ing"
She looked straight into her COM
panion's eyes AS she spoke, and Harry
Quintard read there both determine
ton and pride. The expression in
cluded something else, too. 1t said,
You know now my circumstance,
and also that | wish YOU to know
them
Harry's eyes, however, never falter-
ed beneath hers. They grew earnest
and ardent.
'Wlll you give me the name OF the
placer" he asked gravely, and yet in
pleading voice.
She wrote the address upon a small
card and gave it to him.
1t was Il month later that Harry
Quintard entered the parlor of one of
the most fashionable hotels in Kes-
wick.
1t was popular resort among the
lake tourists, and tonight there was a
grand reception going on.
Music and recitations were 10 be fol-
lowed by dancing in the ballroom.
Someone was singing as ne went in,
and presently n murmur ran through
the throng as n lady. young, fair as
the morn and graceful rs a willow, was
led forward and received with greet
ing of warm applause.
What was there about this charming
vision that sent Harry's blood tingling
through his veins with wild pleasure
able thrill?
Sleeping or waking he had scarcely
once lost his fair face from his mental
sight since last they had met.
Yet-what could this mean? This
brilliant entree among people of
wealth and position? He had thought
again and again of their meeting. He
had fancied all kinds of rural scenes
places isolated and beautiful, yet wild
withal, with none but himself to add
mire the charming face and form that
had SO bewitched him; but to meet her
thus, surrounded by an eulogic crowd
this indeed he had never thought of
Later he made his way to her side.
She had not forgotten him, that was
plain. Nay, more, Harry saw that the
surprise was also pleasure.
The rosebud face with It's spirituelle
light, was lifted to his, above her
raiment of pale blue, and Harry knew
that the excitement of her success
made her radiant, yet under all that
the young man felt there lurked
deeper pleasure ut their meeting.
II gave some recitations in the town
near where was stopping said Linda
Barker, in explanation; IL saw the
minister there, and he arranged TO
give me the church. The form of
the young artist grew dignifed and
grave as she thus recorded her BUSH
ness proceedings THE people who
heard me were so kind as to invite me
to recite for the ~, and SO it happens
am here. shall be kept very busy, l
trust, this summer"
Mr.. Quiniard looked down in open
admiration of this darling young girl
with her baby face.
~ hen am to be cheated out of
have been counting upon them ever
since we parted.
Linda smiled.
'If you knew my history, Mr.. Quin-
tard. you would say that | was not,
indeed, born for my present surround
ings."
"They become you so well that
| could never think that" he re-
Piled.
They were now away from the
crowd.
Linda" he said, ''before leave
you tonight | want you to promise
me something want you to
promise you will marry me in the au-
tumn."
''But how could that be, Mr.. Quin-
tard? Even were you not the afli-
anced OF another, your family would
never regard me as suitable mate
for you.
'Afliauced To- anolher!" Harry was
so bewldered that he could only
repeat her words. What do you
meanp"
Before she could reply voice sound
ell at their side They had thought
themselves alone.
"Yes, Harry Quintard dare you
deny itp'
1t was Lydia liolcamp who stood
there before them and thus accused
him.
Had Harry Quintard not once heard
Lydia's abuse of her teacher, he
would indeed have been dumb
founded. As il was, he read the game
In tricc.
Eyes. madam. | do deny it," he
calculated, looking Lydia straight in
the face.
He had heard his sister say that Miss
Holcamp was sojourning In the noun
tains, but he had not troubled himself
to enquire where.
Lydia, however. was not to be thwart-
ed in her purpose.
"Do YOU deny this, toop' and she
coolly read portion of letter con-
tanning VOWS of affection, and having
for signature his own name.
at is base forgery, and you
know it, womanr' cried Harry, al
most beside himself with her
persistency Aud let me tell you at
once, before you go any further, that
can very easily prove 1t to Miss
Barker, II 10 no other way, through
my own writing.
He had taken the letter from her
hand.
There is very palpable difference
betweea this writing and my own