The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-06-04
LOVES VICTORY.


period of confinement, the first favor
able weather should be improved; and,
Miss Luner. beg you will pay more
attention to Ginevra. l observed that
she has a bad habit of stooping-a very
unbecoming thing in Dacie. You
must watch her increasingly, Miss
Luner, and never relax your vigilance
for moment; and am sorry to find
that Adelaide, too, is not so forward in
her history as / could desire. Ycster-
day she was unable TO tell who killed
Julius Caesar.
Remember, Miss Luner, you are
here. not only to teach thing, but to
enforce it. You are never to give way
to Incidence. even for Il moment, but to
keep every nerve on the strain, for the
responsibility of educating II Dacic is no
small one"
Mrs. Dacie, who delivered the fore
going harangue, was dark haired
little woman, with q low forehead, an
arched nose, Il small mouth, WHICH she
scarcely opened in speaking, and bril-
liant. restless, implacable eyes; cold,
measured, and scrupulously polite in
manner, untiringly energetic. entrench-
cd in pride and prejudice, and always
decided on every point. unless it were
the question whether the Dacies were
actually formed out of the same vulgar
dust as the herd of people who were
toiling, loving, hoping, and fearing
around her.
That she and Miss Luner, her gov
erness, had anything in common be-
sides the quarterly salary that formed
the bond of union between them, she
would have denied most emphatically;
and vet among all the portraits that
graced the walls of the library where
She was sitting, there was not one face
so fair as that of May Luncr-a girl
with features just sufficiently irregular
TO render them piquant; cream-like,
colorlcss skin; scarlet lips; profusion
of soft brown hair; brown eyes, and a
look that reminded you involuntarily of
lilies, and pearls, and snow-white roses,
and all pure, pale, sweet things-a
poetical, dreaming, impassioned face,
but promising none of that wiry activity
so much desired by Mrs. Dacic. that
was to straighten Ginevra's STOPPING
shoulders and furnish up Adelaido's
history.
Not the shadow of an emotion of any
kind had cleaned in her marvellous
eyes as she listened to Mrs. Dacie's in
structions; and though that august lady
actually waited moment, as if for an
answer, before gathering up her silk
morning-robe and sweeping from the
room, u silent bend of the head was
Mss Luners only answer, as she turned
10 look out of the window.
Mrs. Dacie had called the weather
favorable, but the lowering sky and the
high wind made the morning seem
anything but propitious one, and the
pretty stream that turned lazily half-a-
dozen mill-wheels, and tumbled itself
over II succession of dams, with q MUIR
muir that hardly rose above the hum OF
the summer air, now rushed furiously
past, black, swollen and foaming, pen
etrating even the substantial walls OF
tho Dace mansion with its sullen fore
5oding roar.
Looking and listening to it, May
Luner did not hear door open, and
steps approaching, till hand was laid
lightly on her shoulder, and pleasant
voice said, close in her ear:
May, have lost my book again, and
can't find it. Have YOU seen itp''
Waves of color suffused her pale face,
and sudden light leaped into her eyes
for an instant; but drawing her breath
hard, and COMPRISING her full lips, she
answered coldly:
Il saw it half an hour ago, Mr.. Dacie,
on the right-hand corner OF the dining
room table"
"Right-hand corner of the dining
room table?' he repeated laughingly,
What exactitude. 1t is quite evident
that there is a register somewhere in
that busy brain of yours, where are
duly catalogued all your neighbors'
missing articles. May ask if you are
rs fearfully exact also about their short.
comings and misdoings?"
If am" she returned, still without
looking at him, 'that is my secret,
think"
"Ah, understand the hint, but par
don me if don't take it. l heard you
speak the other day of leaving us short
~. Have you thought what, in that
case, was TO become of mep Has il
ever entered into your provident little
head that my life, before / knew you
was one perpetual and fruitless search
after missing papers, books, etc., and
lldJ SuOuiu yOu Dc CIuCl cuOuSu "
carry out your threat, you would leave
behind you distracted, and from
henceforth, handkerchiehess, hatless
caneless, aimless manp"
you had better advertise for vale
with sharp eyes and good memory
she returned in tone of wounded pride
Mr.. Dacie made an impatient move
ment, got up, and walked across the
room, and coming back, seated himsel
close beside her, and took her hand.
May" he said gravely, ''there has
been enough of this testing; it is un
worthy of us both. You know wei
what I would say to you. Stay and b.
my wife,"
She started, and turning quickly to
wards him, her face glowed, her eye
alive with unutterable emotion; bu
checking herself instantly, she answered
more icily than ever:
II think you would find the vale
moro economical"
Mr.. Dacie sprang up, as IL stung BY