New Ulm weekly review., 1886-12-08

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| of disappointment in class when he
passed me over, and to desire, with
quite unreasonable eagerness, that he
should look at me again, even if his
/! eyes would have laughter in their
depths.
/ But every week the laughter seemed
further away. And if he were grave
in class, he was graver still on Satur-
days. He gazed steadily at my pa
per as he discussed it, and discussed
it as though in a dream. He no long
er thought me aippant, and conceited
and foolish, and tried to cure me. He
no longer thought of me at all.
It was only at the end of the term
that he set aside his perfunctory tu-
| tor manner.
care you going home, Miss Crystal?"
he asked me hesitatingly.
Yes. Not at once though. For a
week or two I am going to stay with
Claudia-Miss Harrison, I mean.
Then she will come home with me.''
II may be spending my holidays
near you. Perhaps-possibly-we
may meet each other"
| "Oh yes, very possibly" I said.
And suddenly / felt light-hearted at
the thought Of holidays. There was
a little pause, aud / arose and held
out my hand.
"It is somewhere in Devonshire. is
it not?" hesaid.
"What?"
"Your home"
eyes. Axetown East. Quite a lit
tie place on the coast. Have you
friends there, Mr.. Tudor?"
"No,' he said doubttully. s'I be-
| level believe the fishing is good?"
And it did not strike me as strange
that he should be going to a place in
| which he had no friends, and of which
he did not know the name and
county.
But did not tell the girls what he
had told me. It was only at the end
OF my visit to Claudia that l broke
the news to her. I broke it casually.
"He came for the fishing" I said.
"And father and the boys seem-ac-
cidentally--to have come acr ross him"
"Never mind" said Claudia.
"No, it does not matter" Isaid re-
| signedly.
| But Claudia was sympathetic next
| day when we arrived at Axetown East.
In a short fortnight Mr. Tudor had
made great strides toward friendship
with all at home. He had found ia
vor with father and the boys; his
hotel was comfortless, and he de-
serted it frequently. He came and
went at all hours, laughed and smoked
with the boys and talked sensiblv like
an old friend with father. He was
more bronzed than ever; for a fort
night he had been fishing and rowing
and walking with energy. He laughed
as | had sometimes suspected hecould
laugh. He had left his tutor manners
behind him with cap and gown. Sud-
denly now, at the end of fortnight,
he had grown tired of fishing and of
lonely boating and walking. Hehaunt-
ed our house. He seemed to be al
ways where was. Claudia was SYM
pathetic. And, somehow, felt trai-
torous when received her SYM
pathy.
1t was still, warm Summer even
ing a day or two after our ar
rival. We were in the drawing.rOOm
downstairs; the French windows we're
open wide. Father was showing Mr..
Tudor some views of places abroad
where he had been stationed at differ
ent times. Suddenly, on the still air,
came avoicefrom the garden. Claudia
was coming up the path with my
brother George.
"And that is the story" she said.
"It dosen't seem quite a modest thing
to say man blushes when you speak
to him. Poor Cis! she has never been,
happy in his presence since. He will
spoil her holidays We try to praise
him sometimes, but as for Cis. she will
never say anything good of him. She
really dislikes him now"
"That's pity said George, 'for
Tudor-poor beggar-is in love with
her,
do not think father had heard; he
was engrossed in photographs OF
China. did not venture to look at
Mr.. Tudor. I do not think that he
looked at mo. But an anecdote which
father was relating was new to us
| when he told it again next day.
1t was an hour or two later that we
found ourselves alone together But
Georges words were ringing in my
brain still. It seemed natural, now
that we were alone. that he should 90
back at once straight to those words.
1t IS true ne said gently. II did
not mean to tell you yet. meant to
try to win your love first"
did not speak. He was standing
near me by the open window, and he
took my hand and let it rest in his.
"Do | spoil your holidays?" he ask
ed gravely. care you unhappy, as
your friend says, because am here?'
Ihesitated for a moment. II do
| not think that Claudia knows" I an
| swered.
"Cicely, I am very bold," he said
eagerly-"very bold to speak to you
now SO soon. If | make you unhappy
will go. If I have no chance
chance at all-tell me, Cicely, and
send me away
But SAID nothing.
'Send me away now," he said plead
ingly.
Hooked up at him. I could think
of no DroDer answer ut do NOT want