The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1886-04-29

he admitted; all that has to be a.
ranged beforehand"
And then she said, with an effort,
but very sweetly:
"Never mind, dear Uncle, we shall
find Owen by and by; and l am glad
to see his rooms. How pretty and
cosy he has made them! The scout
says he is expecting some people to
tea. Do you think" rather timidly,
''that we might walk about little,
and come back later on?"
And as Uncle Powell pronounced
this an excellent idea, Nab adjusted
her hat, and they sauntered out to-
gether, turning their steps in the direc-
ton of Addison's Walk.
The Templetongirls were not enjoy
ing themselves this afternoon. In the
first place, it was rather hot, and
Aunt Selma was tired. Then Owen
was in one OF his sulky moods, and
had not offered to introduce any OF
his friends. He had turned rusty from
| the moment that he had met them at
| the station and found Nab was not
with them.
"What a shame. leaving that poor
| little thing alone at homel" he had
blurted out. II call that confound-
| eddy hard of you women"
"Hush! Aunt Selma will hear you'll"
demonstrated Violet, rather alarmed
at this tragical vehemence.
81 don't care who hears mel" retort-
ed Owen. "rhat is SO like you girls!
You are always putting on Nab, just
because you know you cannot either
of you hold candle to her" Which
was rude, to say the least of it; but
then brothers will be rude sometimes,
in spite OF Oxford training.
TO add to their discontinue, Ned
Beauchamp had come up to them q
little eargerly, and had at once ques-
toned them about Nab.
~ don't see your sister, but she is
here of course" trying to speak AZ if
the questions were of no moment to
him, but flushing over hir own words
like girl; but Pauline, who was too
self-absorbed to be observant, return
ed, quite carelessly:
"Mab is at home at Portchester
Terrace; there was no thought .of her
coming. What a curious orchid, Mr..
Beauchamp; have never seen one like
that before"
Ned Beauchamp looked at the orchid
and said civil word or two, and then
detached himself from the party with
a muttered excuse; he had only just
come to show himself; it was awfully
hot; he must go back and work.
"Helloa! why is Ned Beauchamp
taking himself Off" exclaimed Mr..
Templeton in surprise, as he joined
his eldest daughter; but Pauline only
shrugged her shoulders and looked
amazed.
81 don't know, papa; he seems to be
a little odd and bearish to-day! He
used to be pleasant enough when he
stayed at Portchester Terrace; but
young men will give themselves airs
sometimes"
"And so will youngladies, my DEAR"
returned her father, rather malicious
ly. "Well, well, young people must
manage their own affairs. Anyhow
Ned Beauchamp is a capital fellow,
and worth little trouble. Why, he
has fifteen hundred year of his own
now, and when his uncle dies he will
have as much again. So you and
Violet had better do your best, con-
tinued Mr.. Templeton, with the heavy
raillery with which certain men of
coarse calibre love to indulge.
When Ned Beauchamp had made
that excuse about his work, he had
lost himself at once among the crowd
near the entrance gate. Flowers were
all very well, but he had no longer any
heart for them. Nab had played him
false.
People looked after the tall, broad.
shouldered young fellow, with his
handsome, moody face, and many
would have greeted him, but he looked
neither to the right nor left. There
was a dull heavy pain in his
heart, q sense of humiliation and
defeat that was driving him nearly
wild. A sweet, girlish face had be-
witched him; he was ready to give all
he had in the world-not only his
money, but himself and his honest,
manly heart-to this girl, and she
wanted none of it. She had promised
to come-at least, if silence gives con-
sent-and now she had played him
false; his wishes were nothing to her;
he had told her he should know what
to think. Well, he knew what to think
now!
So the foolish young fellow argued
with himself, never dreaming in his
mans philosophy that possibly there
might be another side to all this.
He had reached Magdalen Cloisters
by this time, but the thought of work
was odious to him, SO he turned
through the inner gate into the
shadowy GOODNESS Of Addison's Walk.
1t had never looked so deliciously
inviting as it did this afternoon. The
deer was clustered in shady nook
in the park, the birds were twittering
overhead, quite lost among the green
leaves; the golden sunlight quivered
through the thick foliage, the long WIS.,
ia seemed to stretch endlessly before
him, like love and youth, merging into
a sunshiny horizon; everywhere green
leaves, bird music, sparkles of sun
light, and the clear summer blue of
heaven above all.
The walk seemed strangely empty
this afternoon. Ned had only passed
one person a thick-set, gray haired
man, who was poking his stick among
the periwinkles, and took no notice of
him. A little farther on there was a
bench, with girl sitting on it in a
gray dress, and hat with daffo.
dis; but Ned was in no mood
for curiosity, SO he never turned
his head. Only as he passed the girl
started up, and called to him in an
eager voice.
ooh, please stop, Mr.. Beauchamp!
We want to know where Owen is. And
-and-I beg pardon for startling you
so; but you need not have passed ME.
Nab was stammering sadly in her
confusion, but it was the sudden look
of JOY IN Ned's eyes that made her
trip over her words. And why had he
caught hold OF her hands in that
quick, excited way?
ooh, Nab, is it really you'll And
why did your sister say you had not
Gomez l thought you had played me
false. I tbought-oh! l cannot tell