Blue-grass blade., 1886-02-06
LOVE In A LIFT.


with the charm Of comparative novelty
But, though the scene was insprting enough
he did not lingcr long in the region sacred
10 the Eltusinion mysteries of shopping. Just
ms he was crossing the threshold of the Bay
onct club, be was hailed by a well-re cm
bered voice.
"Bourchierl BY all that IL wonderful
Why, | thought you were far away al
Bangaoro."
The speaker was n fair, fresh-colorcd man
little over 20 of the familiar type of the
man about town, well-dressed, spruce and
with the air Of one who is on good term.
with himself and all the world
"Come and have cigar and chat
Why, IL must he ten years since you left
England"
1T is. shall be a sort of modern Rip
Van Winkle"
"Nonsense mani We do, forget our
friends quito so soon, oven in London" re
tortel the other, leading the way into the
smoking room.
"Now for your ncws Huntloy,' said Bour.
chicr, rs he settled himself in an easy chair
and lighted cigar. who has been born,
who has married, who has died since saw
you lastp
Let mo think. II is a difficult thing "a
arrange ones idle IS when one is hidden to
stand and deliver like that"
In spite Of tits protest, Huntley during
the next half hour contrived to retail fair
amount Of gossip.
"You remember Rosalie Brydenl' he said
suddenly. "Pretty girl-brown eyes, com.
ple5ion roses and cream, and that sort OF
thing. BY the bye, Bourchier, wasn't she
an old flame of yours"
NTh,t'c
an"c," replied the other, with rather forced
laugh, as he pulled viciously at his mus
tlchc. "But what Of herr She married
some rich city man, didn't she"
"Yes; Josiah Ormskirk Fellow who
made his money on the stock exchange.
Died couple of years ago and left his wife
n rich widow Awfully good thing for her,
for | believe he rather led her life of it for
some time before his death. Hadn't you
hearC OF it,"
mo: he must have died during my alb
sence at remote place up in the hills,
where hardly ever saw a newspaper
"low did you manage to existl Well,
Mrs. Orlnsliirk is beginning to go out into
society again. / saw her in the park only
yesterday, and by joe she looked quite as
pretty, an1 almost as young, as she did ton
years ago."
"Ies, she was very pretty" assented Bour-
chier, and he added, bitterly, "and she took
her charms to the best market, as most
women do"
"Comc, old fellow, don't be cynical" said
Huntley. Have another cigar and let US
talk about something elsa."
But the mention of his old loves name
seemed to have taken away Bourchier's appe-
tite for society gossip. He rose slowly and
looked at his watch.
"Five O'Clock Old habits are things of
strong growth. think shall stroll down
to the park and see what is going on Do
you feel inclined to come, too, Huntleyf
"No; thanks l feel lazy this afternoon,
90 l shall look through the evening papers
There has passed away glory from the
park. One gets tired of the eternal mill
round in time"
well, I'm Off, at any rate, for an hours
stroll" And with a good-humored smile
and parting shake of the hands the two
men parted As Bourchier sauntered on
toward the park his thoughts went back to
n certain November afternoon when he and
Rosalic had rid len home together after
quick run with the Pytchley, and love had
sot the better of prudence and he had pro-
posed and Eeen refused. Pretty Rosalie,
ehfu oLO httt Oiii1 cA ptf VI u Sill
gle lesson, bad enough of worldly wisdom to
know that though Vincent Bourchier was
handsome, clever enough to be q pleasant
companion, Of good birth, a brave soldier
Qhe had already distinguished himself at the
age of five and twenty he was no mate for
her. She was a penniless but ambitious
girl, dependent upon the whims of her aunt,
Lady Siiverthorne, a stern matron, who had
preached her pretty niece many q sermon
on tire folly and wickedness of girls who
married poor men.
Il don't think you are the sort of woman
who would be happy with two new gowns
year." she was in the habit of saying.
"Ihink OF living in n siX-room house in the
suburbs, with maid-of- all-worlI to wait on
you! no, Rosolie, you must marry a rich
man, or wash my hands of you"
Miss Dryden had not sufficient strength
Of character to defy her aunt and marry
Vincent Bourcbior, whom, in her heart of
hearts, she knew she loved. a couple of
months or so later, Josiah Ormsllirk pro-
posed to her and was accepted.
II wonder il she would remember me if
we met again. thought Bourchier, as he
turned into the park
Tie afternoon being unusually fine, the
drive was thronged with carriages. Bour-
CHER paused several times and leaned on the
rails to match the moving panorama of
beauty and fashion. He was about to turn
honewGrd when he became aware of a paii
OF large brown eyes regarding him from a
handsome barouche that had Just come to a
stan still not three PAGES from where he
stood. AS his gaze rested on the piquant
face in which the aforesaid eyes We're set,
a flashing glance of recognition shone from
under the de,icltcly arched brows, and a pair
OF fresh, rosy lips parted in a bright smile
over set OF tho most dazzling little teeth
imaginable.
'Rossle" murmured Bourchier to him
self, and she has not quite forgotten me
after all.
lie raised his hat and went quickly for
ward 10 ihe side OF the barouche to greet tho
woman hc had parted from in bitterness and
enscr in years ago
Vim ent Eouichier, | declare!" said Mrs
Orm3 igll rs she extended her daintily-
gloyod hand Il thought l could not be
m.stakcn When did you return from
lndil.'
"Only the day before yesterday" he re-
piled, loo'.ing hA full in the face. SIT is a
pleasure to ind am not quite forgotten-a
pleasure | hardly anticipated. | have been
il. thc park Tor an hour or more and you
are the only person who has recognized me-"
III have good memory for faces And
you are very little altered" she finished
will blush.
That ready blush of pretty Mrs Ormskirk
gave her AN air of giriish simplicity that
Was more charming than real.
would you have known me again" shs
asked with an innocent air, which became
hen wonderfully.
Il should havo known you anywhere"
was his feryent answer.
MAY call on you, Mrs. Ornskirk," he
asked when they had talked about mutual