The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1886-08-25

the following morning. Their destination
was the old Yorkshire house which had been
purchased by Mr. Marlaverer as a home for
himself and Daisy
When / heard this piece IF news, looked
eagerly at the girl to see now she regarded
it There was pain enough in my own face,
know, for in such a matter l could not dis
semble With the fierce Joy of a lover, /
saw that she, too, was troubled But she said
not word 1t was only in her teautiful
eyes that | read that which, to some extent,
comforted me.
But the next morning-the last morning of
all-the mornin; which was to see an end
forever of those happy days that l spent
with my love at Scarborough, had the op-
portunity, for which had longed so Gag rly.
of seeing her apart from those friends of
hers, who seemed to have interposei them
selves between US with such fatal effect
Branksome and Flinter had gons to the
yacht, which still lay Idly in the bay. and
Fosdyke was transacGing some business Of
his own in the town Mr. Mauleverer and
Daisy came out Of the hotel, as the former
said, to take last look at the beautiful place
before starting for the railway station where
the whole party were to meet in less Il an an
hours time
We ewalked to the little brow of the cliff, hard
by the Grand hotel. where there are num-
Der of benches overlooking the sands and the
valley, and here we seated ourselves Daisy,
as in the old days, sat bet ween her uncle and
myself, She was pale and nervous. but her
smile was as sweet as it had ever been, and
she was no longer mute. We talked of In
different matters for little time, and tlen,
unable any longer 10 keep back the thoughs
that was uppermost in my mind referred
to their departure.
II don't know" said, "whan we three
shall meet again. Are you ever likely to re-
turn to Scarborough
Daisy blushed and said nothing. / saw
that she was nervously playing with the
tassel of her parasol,
ave must not wait till We return to Syrar.
borough before seeing Mr. Fenton again,
Said Mauleverer to his niece "He must
come to Great Lorton Hall You have never
Seen 1t, think3 Well, you will find it
worth the trouble of visit"
had hardly words to express my graft.
tude Everything seemed clear before me,
now that was not to be cut off absolutely
from further communication with Daisy.
AS for her, there was look of unfeigned des
light in her face also when she heard her
uncle's proposal But too quickly it faded
away, and observed again the anxious ex-
preston had so often seen during the last
few days. She knit her brows and seemed
lost in thought,
lheard fOotstep near us, and looked up
Branksome was standing before us, with
good humored smile on his face, as his eye
Travelled from Daisy to myself. That was
the end of my dream of joy at Scar
borough
It was a long and a sad week that followed
their departure; but ! am not going t. in
fiict upon my readers an account Of the
love sick moods in which l wandered about
the places where we had been wont to meet,
recalling, so far as l could, every separate
occasion upon which we had been together,
and every word that she had spoken. only
knew that was more deeply in love with
her than ever, and that nothing but the OPP
pressive sense of her uncles wealth kept me
from telling my secret forthwith.
But one happy morning all my misery was
brought to an end by the receipt of a letter
the first letter 1 had ever received in her
ndwriting-inviting me to Great Lorton
Hall Here it is;
DEAR Mr.. FENToN: My uncle asks me
to say that he has not forgotten your promise
to pay us a visit here He wishes to know if
1t will Re convenient to you to come on
Thursday next and to stay a few days. l
hope that you have no engagement to pre-
vent your doing So You will, / am sure,
like 10 see this place. Both the house and
the grounds are most romantic. There is a
haunted cham 'er, but no ghosts have been
seen as yet Perhaps they are waiting till
you arrive, in order 10 do honor to your
visit Indeed we shall ALL both ghosts and
living. be glad to welcome you. 1t is rather
dull here. NY uncle and DR. Branksome are
engaged all the morning over their business
affairs, SO that see little of them. Mr. Fos-
dyke has returned to town. l assure you
feel the contrast between this place and
Scarborough. There are no bright mornings
here, spent in listening to the music of the
band and watching the sea in the bay.
Kindly let us know by what train you are
to arrive, and you shall be met at the sta
tion. Both my uncle and DR.. Branksome
desire to be remembered to you. Believe
me, dear Mr. Fenton, yours very sincerely,
DAISY STANcLIFFE
There was not much in this letter, perhaps
not much on which to build whole castle
of delightful hopes. But, such as it was, it
served for me- I read it and re-read it a
hundred times on that happy day, and
pressed my lips again and again to the spot
on which with her own hand she had signed
her name.
The journey by rail from Scarf orough to
Great Lorton Hall-or rather to Little
I fho Ixryaxy efaf tho
Northeastern ine-is a long and tedious
one; for though the distance between the
two places, as the crow flies, is little more
than thirty miles, there is no direct route. l
learned when l left Scarborough, that
must change carriages at Nation, and there
intrust myself to the tender mercies Of
local line, the trains on which Judging by
the time table | had ,tadied beforehand,
were limited to something like the speed at
tanned by the old stage coaches before the
locomotive had swept them out of existence.
As far as Nation my journey was swift
and pleasant had a compartment to my
self, and spent my time in ruminating upon
the past with all its memories of sweetness
and anticipating the future with the eager
ness Of lover The train into which was
transferred at Nation was a very short one
1t was evident that the Lorton branch was
not one of those for which the managers OF
the Northeastern railway deemed it neces-
sary to make any very extensive provision
took my seat in the carriage to which the
porter directed ne and awaited the depart
ure of the train. There were few passengers
lesides myself, and apparently none who
were likely to travel first class So, at least,
thought, until, almost at the moment when
the train was starting a man "hose face
had seen only once before but whom | was
never likely to forget, suddenly emerged
from waiting room, and advancing quickly
towards the compartment in which was
seated. entered it and closed the door bshind
him. It was the person whom ha knocked
down IN the York railway station on the
day on which l first saw Daisy
Il would not have been easy then for me
to leave the carriage, even il such course
had been consistent with my self-respect;
sincerely hoped, however, that my old
antagonist would not recognize me. The
notion OF travelling in his company was any
thing but pleasant ! saw, now that was
able to regard him more aitentively than |
could do in the hurried encounter at York,
that he was about thirty years Of age and
that. while his face bore the stamp Of
vicious se.f-indulgence, it was weak rather
than wicked in its expires ion. He was
dressed in clothes Of fashionable cut; but
they were somewhat be worse for wear.
When he entered the carriage he had
lifted his hat to me and had then seated
himself in the farthest corner, where he ap-
peared to be intently occupied in gazing out
Of the window upon the red tbs of the
Nation houses. My hope that he did not
know me again grew 1t was soon dispelled.
The moment the train had begun to move
from the platform he turned toward me
and, again lifting his hat, greeted me with
bow and an ironical smile | said nothing,
though | wondered much what his next
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