Daily Republican., 1886-06-11
MANS LOVER.
BIN n. Il. HOLAHAN.

ana not FOWL, but something more
surprising'start up before the hunter
with gasp of dismay.
A very radiant vision, though clothed
in mourning garments. Very shy,
with parted lips and brilliant frightened
eyes, but perfect as an opening flower
ISllgbt and slim as q hazel wand, with
nose daintily, family tip-tilted; hail
red gold that mocks the sunlight
mouth like tiny red rose, sad bu
sweet, and full of purpose.
There is spirituality about her, too
as if she might, like the bird, take
wing and leave him. But the bird is
soaring away unframed, and she re.
mains, looking up at him with large
Expressive eyes, half terrified, yet trust.
ing, and the suspicion of melancholy
with which they are touched, like her
mouth, renders them, if possible, more
beautiful and earnest as she stands hest
tatingly with loosely clasped hands be-
fore him.
IL thought l was alone" she
says softly. "Your shot startled me. -
She still trembles like reed stirred
by the faintest breath of air.
as it child or woman" Philip Ord
has been asking himself; but now he
is himself again-the polished, cour-
teous gentleman.
II beg a thousand pardons," he
says gently. AZ, too, supposed | was
alone, save for the unruly bird that led
me into such dire misfortune. See
he is calmly vinging his flight over
yon rocks-jubilant at my defeat. l
am extremely sorry, but am sure no
penitence of mine can undo your fright
or atone for II"
There was trife of eagerness in
his manner that would have surprised
society bellies, a halt-smie on the fine
lips beneath his dark mustache UNI
bends his face wondrously, and an
answering smile trembles ON his com
panion's lips.
at is over now," she says quickly.
81 am so foolish-so easily startled. l
love this plaee-one can get such de-
licious view of esea. 1t is lonely
place, though, and hardly any one else
ever comes here, so that any sound
save the sea birds cry or the breaking
of the waves on the rocks is startling"
~ can easily imagine it so, he an
swers, and his eyes do not meet hers,
but travel far out over the waste of
water, cleaning like molten gold in
the bright spring morning sun, ut is
a beautiful view, but, as you say, a
lonely one. Not many are tempted so
far from tbs maddening crowd by
even the glories of nature. was TAX
ing a morning row, and the temptation
to take climb among the rocks carried
me here. My only regret is your
alarm. The view is well worth the
Ic!imb."
His eyes turn to rest thoughtfully
and admiringly, where the lissom
figure stands like pale, pensive lily.
Beneath them the sea lies like a
great lake, scarcely ripple on its
bosom, and only faint sound like a
sob
The girls eyes glow with a soft fire,
a suppressed rapture.
ut is so beautiful" she says, turn
ing slowly. Il so often wish | could
get out beyond that rock yonder and
see what was beyond, but there is a
canal between, and"
but you may" he says suddenly,
looking exceedingly handsome as he
leans en- his long rifle, ''it only you
will let me row you across. See! my
boat is moored on the rocks yonder
1t is such lovely morning, and such
a short distance. am sure the view
from there must be finer than here.
Let me atone for my crime of startling
you by that But first"--in his
eager earnestness, drawing closer to
her-"let me tell you my name. 1t is
Philip Ord. Not a pretty name by any
means. Colonel Darkleigh is my
kinsman, and l am on q visit 10 him at
Beechcroft."
"Ah" she says, while a deep GRIM
son tint dyes her pale, shy face until
her cheeks are all aglow. How can
she reveal her lowly position and
name to this highly-born aristocrat,
who, if rumor is to be believed, is be-
trothed to Clare Darkleigh, the
heiress and only child of the
widowed colonel. And Liam only
Nan Leigh. teach the village music
class yonder. But this is a holiday"
"And you came to spend it at the
seaside" he says, with a long, tender
glance at the fair, sweet face.
In that knowledge he reads the lone
illness Of her life. Then unconsciously
aloud:
Poor child"
A quick, hot blush stains her cheek,
md dies away under the black lace at
her throat.
A mist obscures the brilliancy of her
eyes, and moistens the heavy, curling
.ashes.
al was feeling rather desolate," she
hastens TO say, suppressing sob. at
IS SO short sinee--since mother died, |
and l was left all alone. You are very |
kind, and--I will CO."
Lightly she steps into the waiting
boat, and trailing her slim hand in the
green water, is rowed across the mar
row channel, when she breaks into
little ecstacies of delight at the view.
Not breath of air comes to disturb
The langnidN'Fs.a'VD-le6> the sea; little
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