The Dillon tribune., 1885-06-27

ancied, it may have been but fancy, there
vas change in the way in which she spoke
him-perhaps in the way in which she
ooked at him. Yes, there must have been
cmething, for, although he did not put the
hought into words, Carruthers knew that
lad Beatrice been the same to him as in the
arlv days Of their acquaintance, no love Of
his, however dominant, could have forced
him to put the question he had just put with
such sorry, and, it may be, Unforeseen 70.
suit. The mans half cynical exterior hid q
proud and sensitive nature. Had hope been
entirely absent he would not have barred
his heart to the woman he loved best in the
world.
Even in the first bitterness of defeat he did
not blame her. That all was ended and over
be never doubted. His feelings were those of
bewilderment. He could not understand it:
could sec no reason for this summary and
w1thout-appeal rejection Of his love.
y must 60 and think it all over" he mutt
tered. II can't think here, in this room where
the perfume Of her dress still lingers."
He stopped and picked up a flower which
must have fallen from her dress. He took a
glove which was lying on the piano.
. ASO = A0voa0A 1Ov0 -, 10 Ssslu &T1mly !;
"one laughs at the idiotic proceedings Of
others, and when ones own time comes does
just the same. A glove! A foweri Conven-
1onal emblems, lacking even originality.
What . fool ami"
Nevertheless be kept them both, and no
doubt derived as much comfort from them as
the possession Of such things is supposed to
give
After this he took his hat, and, Forgetting
al about tho dinner party, went out into the
garden to think. In spite Of his assumed
calm be must have been strongly moved, for
be commenced his operation OF thinking by
digging his heel into the immaculate gravel
path 50 viciously that the large roller was
needed for half an hour the next morning in
order to smooth matters down. Then,
ashamed Of this burst Of passion, he walked
down to the bottom Of the garden, and re-
gardles Of October dews and chilly air threw
himself on q scat and strove to account for
what had happened, and to determine its re-
suit SO far as his own future was concerned
But think as he would, and we may pre-
sumo his brain was clever and able one,
Mr.. Carruthers could only get to three con-
cluslons, unsatisfactory when taken singly,
and, Of course, trebly 50 in the aggregate
Firstly, he was moro in love with Beatrice
than eyer. Secondly, he could not under.
stand why she had refused him. Thi1 dly,
having once asked q woman to be his wife.
nothing would induce him to repeat the
question.
"No, won't grovel," said Frank. ''Most
fellows seem to grovel when they are in love-
Hang it, / WON'T III be original in that
- h~xo 70 mt r,,~- 1,onv<
These remarks were Of course applicable to
which love always laughs. Given q prouder
man than Mr.. Carruthers, and as hopeless,y
in love with woman, that woman il she |
wished, might have fresh declaration Ct u,1- |
dying passion every week in the year. Oh, |
yes-all lovers can ''grovel" il needs be.
By and by curious whim seized this par |
ticular lover. He would go down and see
Sylvanus Mordle. Not that he wished to ua-
bosom his woes to the curate-that would be |
groveling with q vengeance - but there
seemed certain grim propriety in seeking |
and sitting with the other man who was row
ing in the same boat, or, to put it POLITICALLY,
the man whose bark Of joy had been wrecked
upon the same rock as his own. Besides,
Mordle would be sure to talk about Miss
Clauson- he always did. What q fool
am!n said Frank more bitterly than ever.
be walked down to the curste's
lodgings
Mr.. Mcrdle lodged in one Of row Of new
,ouses which q sanguine builder had erected
IN plot Of ground not Ear from the church
When these houses were first built the villag.
q expressed their wonder as to who would
nhabit thsm, Thsy were red brick houses
nth fresstone dressing tho kind Of houses
lani0ed = s.gnteel" residences. A such.
hoy wers cut above the VILLAGERS, and
nany cnts- quite gash, IN fact-below the
families of position" Az half of the houses
70 empty TO this day the builder bas ceased
3 wonder at the villagers' wonder.
Whsn Frank w1s shown into his room
Eordls jumped dupand greeted him cheerfuIly.
HalloT be jerked 0ut. "Yon hersl why.
rhats upr
81 only csme Tor smoks and . chstn
Thought yon had every one-all the swell. !
mp at the house tonight
Frank started II quite forgot them.n i.
I'd with Lack o. caution unusual "a hin.
ssForgot theml How shocked Hnrene viii
chow gTisved Herbert. No matter. Here
ou are. !.
Whilst speaki,g To curats bustlod al,Dut