Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1886-07-18

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Charles. 1 have breathed not . word
concerning my walks in Harley street,
much less word concerning to.dsy's
meeting, by some uncanny omniscience
peculiar to herself. seems to know
everything that has happened, and, to
nudge from her radiant eyes, rather
more about everything that is to come
than ! myself"
Charles, who has stood beside his
spouse while she delivers herself of this
speech, now draws her toward him
with one arm. and holds out the other
to me.
Good night, old man. She's mys-
tifyipg Dung person, no doubt. Now
that she knows you're happy, perhaps
she'll deign to notice that ! am pining
from wasting away, ! msy
say" And he seeks to give himself
pathetic appearance, but fails, as is but
natural, Dame Nature having dealt by
nv brothers. outer man much as she is
supposed to have dealt by that of the
famous Prince Of Denmark.
The words too, too solid" and
NelIy's merry laugh as she goes off
with him, are tho last sounds hear
that night.
CHAPTER VI.
CHOW CAN EVER HAVE THOUGHT
THIS MAN GAUNT AND GRIM."
The last day after the eyentful meet
Jog I did not 60 to Harley street, nor
the next day after that, norway, the
truth will out II did go the day after
that.
1t was ignominious to seem to play
the SOY, bnt quite impossible to sacri-
flee more than two days to dignihed
scruples. On the third day ] decided
that take . d" run" down Harley street
I must, and thitber accordingly betook
myself. 1t was no figure Of speech
ran. simply shot past the house, and
| did not look at the door-knOcker. Go
ing at full speed toward Cavendish
street, | all but collided with fellow
being.
"Dr. Dray,on Murray"
"Dr. Bourke !"
"How do you do? Are you busy?
Or can you come back to my house for
a moments chat:"
How can / ever have thought this
man gaunt and grim? He Is stately
old gentleman, with the kindest face IN
the world.
returned with him, nothing loath.
Going along We descant on the atmos-
phere as a topic of absorbing interest.
Will you come to my study" he
says, as VIC enter the house, and leads
the way thither. The first thing that
catches my eyes as | enter is the pic
ture Of a young man in somewhat anti
quated garb, bearing strong resem-
blance to myself-my father I've have
the same picture Of him before he was
married.
"A dear college FRIEND" says the
Doctor, in reply to my gaze. "No less
surprised than are you to see his pic
ture here was / when, some months
ago, learned that you are his son. |
! have never seen him since he gave me
that portrait before going to India.
All, yes heard Of his death, poor
| fellow :"
And we both of US consecrate some
| minutes Of silent respect to one of the
best Of men.
Then the conversation turns into other
channels, until
About this little girl Of NINE"
| say S the Doctor suddenly. May | ask
if | am wrong in thinking that you care
for herr"
"Care for her She is never out Of
my thoughts, DR.. Murray"
Then why the -" The stops.
"Why on earth don't you make each
other happy"
And he rings the bell.
Ask Miss Drayton Murray to
come to me-" This to the servant
who answers the summons),
Certainly rather abrupt, this style.
/ have slight return of the shot" sem
sation experienced during the memora-
BILE interview in Wildbad. l feel de-
plorably awkward.
| A step on the stair, run in the
passage. Miss Drayton Murray does
not keep her father waiting.
In another instant the door is opened.
What. You're not alone? Did you
not send for me, father?n
She stops on the threshold. 1t is a
pretty picture 1t would make pretty
scene in a plsy-but it was cruel on
the child. She begins to tremble. The
same change comes over her face first
a great wave of color, then pitifully
white.
Father, what does it mean? What
do you want with me?"
| think he cannot have foreseen the
effect his summons would have. lie
hastens toward the girl, and, putting
one arm about her, leads her into the
room. He makes her mine with his
blessing, and leaves US alone. In an
other instant am holding between my
hands her golden head. AIN looking
in her hands, and she says-with some
thing that is not quite laughter, and is
not quite tears, that the other Nelly
was perfectly right, that her thoughts
have been with me always-and why
Because this without ever a smile
about our first meeting there was, in
deed. 1.-THE sort of thing one remem
bers."
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