The Penn's Grove record., 1886-01-16

leave us all together.
"a friend of NINE" | replied care
lessly, ''who is visiting US"
"a friend of yours!" he echoed.
"Why. Belle, she isa WONDER 3 mar
vel. l have seen the beauties of Paris,
Vienna, and Madrid, but she surpasses
them all. What golden hair!-what
violet eyesl Who is she? What is her
name?''
"Her name IS Eyrle," 1 replied ''and
she is an orphan. l do not know much
of her family, but am warmly attach
ed to her."
mo wonder " said he. ''If her mind
is like her matches face, she must
have been made to be loved"
l smiled at, his enthusiasm; he re-
NAMED with us the whole day, and &C.
companied us in the evening to the
opera. l say accompany us, but that
is a figure of speech; Walters who'e
soul was in his eyes, and they never left
the lovely blushIng face of Florence.
do you like him, Florence?" ask
ed as o o as we were alone.
HE is just what | expected to find
him" she replied, a crimson flush dye
ing her fair face. ooh Belle" she adj
ded earnestly, show very glad L am
that he does not know mel"
cit SENS to me-" said my father one
day, shat Walter has a great deal of
leisure Tune"
lie contriyes to make it," replied
my mother, with a quiet smile. "Ihave
thought for some time that he was fol-
lowing a new profession with great
ardor."
"What do you mean, my dear2 l do
not understand" SAID my father.
as it possible, Mr.. Dacre, that you
have not observed how he employs him.
self when he is here?" SAID my mother.
"NO," was the reply; but then
have not your quick perception. What
is he doIng2-falling in love with my
little BELIEF"
NO. said my mother, solemnly.
''He has fallen in love, but it is with
Miss Eyrle."
My father gave vent to his feelings, I
lament to say, in a long and most uu-
dignifed whistle.
II never heard or thought Of such a
thlng," he gasped at length; "he must
be told the truth now: it is a very seri-
GUS thing: that will perhaps end 1t all.
But that very day Walter anne to
lunch, and spent some time in giving
Miss Eyrle a lesson in botany. They
were in the conservatory, and | was
doing proprlety IN the drawing-room.
Lost in my own thoughts | had forgot
ten them, when | was aroused by the
sudden closing of the door, then a g0l-
den head was laid careSsingly upon my
shoulder, and two little hands clasped
mt tightly.
"Oh Belief" whispered a sweet voice
81 am so happyl He-Walter says he
loves me-"
1 held her to my heart and kissed her
lovingly.
And you, Florence" said I; 'do you
love him?"
Love himp' she said, lifting her
beautiful face; "why, Belle, Ihave done
nothing else since you showed me his
picture at Oakdala. l never thought
then that | should eve see him; but
still he seemed a living reality to me,
and filed my heart so entirely that L
have had room for no one else."
"You will now be obliged to tell him
who you are" SAID l.
Eyes; and l am SO frightened" she
replied. Twill it make him love me
less? How | wish | were quite poorl"
"Think of the happiness of giving
him back his own home," said /.
81 had forgotten that, Belle,' she
said. 81 have only thought that he
might dislike me if lie knew l had the
home that ought to be his"
1 L.. ,1,,I1 ls11TIrn ro,, ~,r I-1o-.-,o
under any CircumstancesP" l asked.
"But you must confess, and that be-
fore Walter has time to speak to papa;
the truth ought to come from you"
81 will tell him this very day, Belle,
if you will promise to stay with me-"
said Florence. HE is going to speak
to your papa tomorrow"
she made her escape on hearing the
sound of footsteps. The door slowly
opened and Walter came In.
"Where is Miss Eyrle?" he inquired;
aud | looked up at him. "Ah Belle"
lie said, II see by yoar face you know
all. Am L not a happy and most fortu-
nate man, to think L should WIN a trea-
sure so priceiess2"
"You have indeed chosen wisely and
well,'' l replied. Florence is lovely;
but her pure, noble heart is her greatest
charm"
81 feel it," he SAID; 81 know it."
''But, Walter" l added, grayelv,
''are you quite sure you have done we'll
in overlooking the good things of thrs
world in choosing wifep With your
name and title, you might have secured
a fortune large enough even to have
bought back Oakdale.'
Belle" he cried, Indignantly, 81
wonder at you'll My pride and pleasure
VIII be to work for my darling"
Just then Florence entered the room,
little thinking who was there; the del
icate blush that tinged her cheek as she
saw Walter seemed to %enrapture him,
and he stepped forward to meet her.
''Stopl' | said. FLORENCE, come here
and confess your plotting, your decep-
ton, your ~concealmenh
Her fair face turned deadly pale.
"What do you mean?" said Walter,
Indignantly.
81 mean this, Sir Walter Bohun. l
Florence Eyrle of having deceiy-
ed you most thoroughly"
"HowP' he asked, looking bewilder-
ed; she clasped her hands wIstfully, but
| went on. ''She has led you to believe
she Is poor and obscure, whereas she is
in truth the only child of a millionaire,
and heiress of Oakdale."
lie rushed towards her and L left
them together; but as | closed the door
| saw the golden head laid on his breast
whlle she sobbed, "0h Walter l only
feared you would never like me If you
knew who l was.n
The wedding bells peaied gaily from
the old church tower when Sir Walter
took his young bride home. Friends,
neighbors and tenants were there to
welcome them. Old Mrs. Vance, in
all the dignity of restored office, headed
the train of servants, who, wearing
white favors were gathered in the state
ly old hall.
A hundred voices cheered them as
the carriage stopped, and the young
husband prOudly led his lovely bride in