The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1886-01-29
A CHILD OF
7 HE STREETS


recognized great ini<ud wEye from
the outside world had transformed its
quiet seE-washed shore into q fashionable
promenade
who is that creature IN ishe crimson
jersey'and Tam o Shsnter, with the Jap
Anese umbrella I" dravyled Mrs. Somerset
East, looking up tanguid'y from the
depths OF her skyline sun-bonnet at the
dark-eyed parsonage stationed behind her
oes<et-chsir, who happened to be a for
sisn prince incog- for the season. Hs
lsTelled his eye glass in tue direction srgf
heF isdyship's outstretrhed parasol..
That's the Leopard How did you
tsil to recognize heryf She is fine crsa-
'tnre,7 he incauteously admitted.
"fe-e-es, but how,viisly she dresses
j hke U1Udndicze, and, dc you know, .agson
. ami, really have been told on the best
authority that the creature Smokes
smokes! only fancy. Ks it not revelting
and horribly eHisgusting-so unwonzanly,
you know"
laugh was his 'hiKhnesss safe and
neutral reply. HIS private opinion was
the creature" looked deuced handsome,
and so she did in her own LOAD .oaltrs
fashion
"Fleur de Marie is certainly pretty"
admitted Mrs. Somerset East raising her
eyebrows, @but still I consider her .taHt
sot pen fade don't You know, white as
marble and s,c6Id, 1 hear What a fam
GUS GalRtea she would have made BY
the way, haven't seen her ouathe beach
this morning. Ah, yes, there she comes
Who is thst IEan walking by ater sidef
Do you kTs@w lhim, Rene,f He haunts her
like shadow. He doesn't look like one
of her owG set. lDo you know himT'
asked the f;iir. critic, turning vound ami
whispering
Yes; { met him at Lord Nockaboyvt.s
in the sp,InE. Hes well known on the
turf; did $ Ajig thing at Ascot last Jnne,
made quite a l.ot. I believe. on .7ctrarch.t
He gees by alie name.of Nick Newcn.''
~Is that eSutltbcrt Newen7- exclaimed
Mrs. Soteyr,Set East, turning ronnd to
stare a onIy-s pretty and wclI-boIn ,wo-
man eau n with impuuity. All. i know
his father. f,ruHd as Lucifer. Its to be
hoped his sns. is not drinking of marry ing
that prett. little Iuiun dounai but OF
course hc aysiIit -
''They say she refused Sir Harry Lutnair
last seaSo1-
=
prompt response. i can't imagine how
man can rEn after thnt sort If women.
however pretty they 1aay te- Just look
at Newcu-why, positively, he peers 3nte
her face il = way j would never allow,
know. and socks as if he would like to
swallow catu woIrl that falls from her
lips. just see they are moving away
now. No. they are turning back this sidc
-hushr' and Mrs. East raised her Chs
nese pacoi& like parasol, and lowered n
over her eyes that she might stare
through lis broad fringe of lace at the
Fleur de- Marie. whom ia her heart ef
hearts she euyied. and whose costume
and coi6,tre she invariably copied. Al
though, the young singer passed. she
drew in her silllen skirts and gathered
them round her feet.
Yes. it was true, as the fashionable
magIie had said. Neweu had haunted
her like her shadow ever since her ar
rival at the Dolphin fortnight before.
He knew it, but he also felt that he hal
nevertheless advanced not one step near
er 10 her real self, in spite Of his best ef
forts. IN spite Of walks and talks and eX-
cursions into the country, and mOonlt
converse on the pier, where the world
gathered 10 enjoy the coolness of the
night hours, to the sound Of dream-like
music, and stirring of plashing waves.
He was looking-nay, peering into her
face, trying to read in her calm blue eyes
the expression he had so earnestly tried
to call forth, but in vain.
He only SO far could iatter himself she
was his friend. and that in a most aggra-
vatingly frank fashion. PlatOnics are
very unpalatable TO a lover, and such, un-
doubtedly. was Newen.
Yes; from that first evening, that FIRST
look from eye TO eye, he had felt she was
his fate for veal or woe.
Now, however. he was not so sanguinc.
Either this FIeur de Marie had already
given her love to another. or else she was
a most finished coquette, only feigning in
difference to fan the flame of his passion.
He would not own 10 himself that she
might be every way free and yet refuse
him. Such n thought hurt his pride Any
how. he was determined to put an end to
the uncertainty on the first opportunity.
He longed to throw himself at her feet.
"All the world seems here, and I know
no one" said Fleur de Marie. turning her
face towards the gay-colore1 moving
mass, ebbing and flowing like a human
tide on the sands below-for they were
now standing on the promenade.
why, here is one Of your friends com
ing down from the cliff" he replied.
catching sight Of Lorita, surrounded as
usual by body-guArd, with whom she
was laughing and talking noisily while
she descended the slope. using her para
sol as a walking stick.
4She is no friend Of mine. Mr.. Newen."
There was no scorn or malice in the tone,
only. perhaps, a shade Of sadness, for
which her cavalier could not account.
..Can you say as much for her compan-
ion. mademoiselle T.
The words had scarcely left his lips
when he regretted his speech. "She will
think me impairment" be thought, and
50 she evidently did. He SAW her sweet
face flush from brow to chin at his words,
then she turned to him and replied
quietly:
Il shall cancel that remark Of yours
from nv memory. It's unworthy Of you,
Mr.. Newen. Come, Miss Hurst. it Is past
one o'clock; the band has ceased playing,
and it is hot Let US go back to lunch"
There was nothing for Newen to do but
TO raise his hat and drop behind. AS he
did so. the Leoparii and her party passed
the little group looking back over her
shoulder with smile Of unmistakable
meaning, and a glance at Newen out of
her bold black eyes which heightened her
rivals color.
There were half-a-dozen men with this
woman. but one walked by her side, car
ried her gloves and handkerchief, and
seemed to ensruss all her attention.
Only this one did Flcur de Marie no
tice. HE face was turned away, but she
felt that he had seen her as he went by,
and the bright Husb faded from her