Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-03-18

i Sir JOnn bOSWOftu dpfeafeu again Oh tne
next day-with an excellent reason for re-
turning 50 soon. He had not vet been shown
over Oakapple hall
On this occasion the servant conducted
him 10 the mushroom Mabel was at the
piano: and Cyril was turning the leaves OF
the music for her.
What were those remarks. Sir John
asked when the music was over. that Mozart
made on the subject of melodyi Cyril. my
dear fellow, have you got kelly's 'Reminis-
cences' in the library! Kelly was Mozart
pupil Do try TO find the book
Before be complied with this request, Cyril
looked at Mabel. and received look in re
turn Then. and only then, he left the room
Sir John saw that he had not moment 10
lose The door had barely closed on his
Young rival. before he possessed himself Of
Mat,els hand and said. ~Oh, forgive me-,
She released her hand. and assumed an icy
composure Il confess l am little surprised
to see you again. she remarked.
You Sc a man crushed by sorrow and
shame Sir John proceeded Some devil
must have possessed me when 1 spoke to you
YESTERDAY have not had one quiet moment
since You are literally the one hope Of my
life. Try. pray try 10 imagine what felt,
lost you-and to what a man"
a very agreeable man, Sir John
Torture me, if you like; have deserved
it, But don't tell me that you-with your
bright intelligence, your tact and dehcacy.
your superiority To the little weaknesses and
vanities of ordinary women-can feel a serious
attachment TO such person as Cyril Corydon.
No, Despise me as you may, Mabel; destroy
all the hopes that have conferred in you:
doom me TO be a wretched man for the rest
of my life-there is one thing YOU can not
do: defy You 10 lower yourself IN my estl-
nation. NoI have been the one woman III
the world 10 ne since first saw you: and
I the one woman YOU will rema in to the day OF
my death
He caught her by the hand again; II
trembled in his hand; her ready tongue had
literally nothing to say.
Sir Johns nonsense. admirably spoken, had
answered st. Johns purpose. Placed between
her two admirers, Mabel was not able to
determine which she really preferred
There's no Sucl book in the library,
( Cyril announced If he wanted to get nd
+ of me. don't YOU think. Miss Mabel. be might
have said 50 plainly"
+ For the moment Sir John was thunder
struck Was this the some coniiding helpless
Young gentleman who had brought him 10
Oakapple hall, He recovered himself
directly
MY dear boy, is there govt III youI
family" he asked. Il am at at loss 10
+ understand this extraordinary outbreak OF
temperatures there is first fit coming on,
at an unusually early age
Cyril passed this question over without
notice. His fair complexion Redeemed with
anger Never had love wrought such trans
I formation in "a man since the time of Cymou
Il saw YOU take Miss Mabels hand just
now, when came in. he declared stoutly.
/ Il consider that 10 b. a liberty
/ Sir Johns Satirical composure was not dis
/ turbed even 10y this. May inquire, merely
| as Il matter of curiosity, whether YOU claim
right Of property in this young lady's
/ handF
Yes. | do. have reasons 10 hope thai
this young lady will do me the honor of
marrying me.
. so have !,
Il have a prior claim ON her, Sir John"
Nothing Of the sort asked Miss Mabel
/ to marry me last week
I Cyril turned Indignantly TO Mabel rs
that true
Sir John cautioned her You're not
/ bound To answer he said.
DO You hear him, Mabel
/ Sir John pointing 10 Cyril's flaming cheeks.
DO You see him, Mabel
/ She burst gu; laughing. This Disconnected
/ both the men; there was an awful pause
/ Must | decide between You" she asked
without any time 10 think first Neither
the one nor the other offered her time to
think first MabeIs eyes suddenly bright
cned: a new idea hal o-'curre,d to her She
| turned to Sir john
i see way ont Of the difficulty, She
said do you remember my uncle'S poem
tho Contest Of the Minstrels! Suppose
YOU and Mr.. Cory'lon each address me III a
| little poem Of your own co,npcsing-and
| suppose initiate the fair lady of the ballad,
and choose the minstrel whose verse like
best =
Cyril was reduced to silence. Even Sir
! John coIld only say: You're joking
She WAS joking. HGt the CONSERVATION
visible in the faces of the two men reused the
| spirit OF of mischief in her. I'm quite in
earnest she answered IF YOU wish me 70
decide between you you have heard the o.ly
terms on which | consent. The day Is before
YOU: do Your best.
As she opened the door 20 leave them, Mrs
Corydon came in. The aniable old lady said
.he was at Sir Johns servico when he wished
- see the house.
Sir John Bosworth entered the library "
one Of the writing tables Cyril was sitting
sorlorn, surrounded by morsels of torn paIerl
What have You done.7 the elder minstrel
/ asked Of the younger. The melancholy AS
| swer was. Nothing" CyTirs voice sounded
as if be was a child again, and was ready to
cry.
Sir John sat down at second table, in Il
distant part OF the room, and began %
write The quiet in the library was only dis
turled, now and then. 10y the heavy signs Of
Cyril. and the sound Il paper that was being
torn up.
There was a knock at the door. \ fresh
Young voice asked gaily May / come in
Don't let me disturb YOU said Mattel
The fair ladies of past times were remark
able for their patience-especially with min
strels can wait.
She looked at Cyril. who Wa seated near
81 10 her. Too cruelty mortified 30 peak be
took her hand and put it on his hot forehead;
he pointed to the mas of torn paper ali
round him. The tears rose in his eyes-he
oTened the door and Went out
MabeI's face lost it, expression Of malicious
enjoyment She looked ashamed OF E@r-elf
and She said softly: Poor fellow
Sir John crossed the room, with q ern-i1 -
cons cious superiority. He was not q man
who did anything by halves Having de
riiei on humoring the young lady, a. p-c-
7ented his poetic Offering with chiyalrcUs hu
mility. dropping on one knee.
Mabel read his verseS The had on rreat
merit there were very few of them
They say she's dark: yes. ike the night
WhcSe beauty shines from starry ssios;
Oh my sweet saint. how darkly hrirh,
The mellow radiance of those eyes.
! love in you the tender light
The light that gau,iv day denies
Very pretty Mabel Said--and reminds
ne Of Byron, Did You ever read his Hebrew
naloiie~5-
Never Sir John declared f.rvenily
Allow me, ny angel, to kiss your hand and
rlaim your promise.
At that critical moment Maj Evergreen
returned from his walk ami entered the
library in saarcL ~ book he stool Fs;r-
lied at the sight of tue enemy whom he at-
horrei That man b. criei-sni ran OH
q the room with furious look at b. niece.
She ran out after him Sir John followed
on tip Sc, and listened az the half-of.ntsi
door
There's more excuse for me uncle than
YOU think. MsI-l rleasiel -Ssr John Bo--
worth has oae merit which you really ought
% allow He ) Ta@t Ike yoar-eif--he has .
Just written this.
She t-,Ean 70 rad the ver~s
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