The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1886-10-31

not so2"
You may cbristen 1t curiosity, ard call
it so, pro tenn, If you please, Miss Grey
! but"
The II again faliers.
''Oh" cries the girl, with little i'm.
patient wave of her hand. and throwing
rack her pretty blonde head. chow alb
hor Eng ishmen A Frenchman. Ger
man, all Italian, any other nationality in
l TIE orld is read eager 10 pat his flrf,t-
| ton propensitics into the most delicious
| language but all Englishm l"-she shud
| ders-''he stops TO wonder what he is
about to feel, and lol The emotion van.
| ishes! hal lial bar
Miss Grey laughs long, musical, ring
inc laugh.
Conster looks q. her and he wonders if
he has ,ver really seen her until this
morning. She looks like The brightest part
or t. e sunshine as she sits there in it,
IN ckiag him.
PERHAPS we do avoid putting what you
call our filtration propensIies' toto words:
but if you will permit me TO say so, Nd
Englishman is only too ready to speak out
thai which he feels!"
'Do you ever 'feel' anything outside the
J unting-fie and the House OF Com
mons?" she asks provokiugly.
He smiles as he looks at Der.
Il wi | tell you some day.
Not long after Conister rides with Miss
Grey-a long afternoon ride on the road
by the bay. and through the woods and
past the farms busy with the autumn
fruit gathering.
They chat on commonplace ihing--the
flowers, the birds, the clouds, the blue of
sea and sky, and they come home soberly
enough, too sobcrly, he thinks.
There is ball that night, the last Of
"the season." CoDister is not dancing
man, so lie has the satisfaction of watch
ing Miss Grey floating about the ball room
in The arms Of the other men-priucipaliy
Br~dford. He smokes ci1ars; he even
goes so far IS to drink brandy. and invoke
The image of the reposefuI Cicely-al
have little effect He stalks out on the
piazza, brilliant with lanterns, and then
saunters 10 the other end, where it com
paiailyey dark.
Polly Sits there, and Brldford-Brad-
fcrtl-is bending above her; he even has
her hand; and now DO goes in and leaves
her.
Conis.er is mad man a. he rushes toto
the other mans place. and leans trem-
hlirgly over her; he even has her chair
She is quiet, sienC.
III is l. he whispers bFokenly.
4 know she replies softly.
sob, child !" cries he, you must listen
to me; ! AN a good for-nothing sort Of a
fellow; have had no religion, no any
thing, until have known you. and now
YOU sre nv shrine. 1t seems 10 me at
your feet should lay rare spices. per-
fumes. flowers, jepels-and all dare lay
a, Is h II b,,,,
life, Polly" he says, lowly stooping bis
blonde head 10 hers. 'fWiu you have
met"
He sees her face as she uptBrns it in the
flare of the last lantern: it is as be
has never seen it-psle, stricken, awful,
calm.
"Well r she says at last. with that clear,
bright voice Of hers, trifie hard. trihe
mattsr-os-fact.
"Oh, love you. nay soul my queenl
love you and need you" cried he. over
como by the sight OF her pallsr.
II know" she answers quietly. Il APP
preciate, value your love; would not
have 1t otherwise; | should not have been.
disappointed always If you bad not levcd
me. AIR burying her white fsce iu her
hands, II revel in j, T.
And he had once thought this woman
cold. superficial. unliksble.
INV darlingl' Coniston says, reaching
out bis hands for hers"
"Br.," whispers the girl, drawing away
into her silken wrap. liam engaged
to be married 70 Eugene Bradford. have
been tor two yearsv'
Sir Campbell Frazer arrived from The
west. The Arizona sailed on Tuesday,
| aud both he and the earl Of Coniston were
| booked 90 the passenger list.
1t was Monday night, midsummer
| came again." people said. longing on
| the piazaas of the big hotel--warm.
! sultry, with great banks OF blue black
clouds noverirg above the golden rim OF
| the wesi.
Bradford was up in tewn, detained by
| business, as Conister had discovered. Miss
| Grey was sitting at the corner OF The
piazza. he went TO her for tie first time
since the night of the boil.
My sit down2"
She looks up assentingy'
II sm going to-moirsw 10 the Arr
IONA"
81 know" she answers whitening.
He wonders why, and, heaven helT
himi he gets up and goes away. wher
he would rather far have taken the frai
little woman to his heart.
Presently he sauuters back.
''Wou'd you take a ride with me to-
nithtt You know we shall never see eacl
other again. Would you
Her eyes flash, her lips CULVER; she turn
tie ring on her finger back and forth.
yes" she says quietly will get OF
: my hat and be down presently"
They ride of-into the green and silen
country lanes where the dew damps III
, air, and where the scent OF the Homestead
, flower garden miagles with the breath o
: The sea IS it come to T. en-
They do not ia k very much, nor ye
, ride fast. The twilight is gathering ant
the horses have their way,
IL Suddenly it grows dark-the blue, blac
L...esi.