The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-08-06

which met my own for a single instant In a
glance that thrilled my very heart
Then, attended by the demure maid, by
whom no word had been uttered during the
whole journey, she left the carriage, and
was almost directly lost to my view upon
the crowded platform.
At the table dhote that evening 1 fear !
paid little attention to the prosings of the
old gentleman by my side, who insisted upon
taking me into his confidence as to the pros
poets of the trade of Bradford and the state
of politics in the West Riding. am afraid,
indeed, that despite all the information
which he gave me in the rough, honest tones
which found to be ono of the characters
tics of most of the people around me, l
should stand a poor chance of gaining
competitive examination on the subj ct OF
the Bradford trade. Whether its speciality
is WOODEN or worsted, broldcloth or shoddy,
cannot say even now. although l certainly
ought to have known great deal about it
after my hours talk with my good natured
neighbor at the table
But all through that 'on- dinner my mind
was busy with the scene at the railway sta
tion at York, and with the face of the girl
who had made me her slave. Yes; difficult
as 1t was to realize the fact, l could not dis
pute it. j, Cyril Fenton twenty-five years
of age, sober, steady and thoughtful, whose
whole life had been given to study under the
care of the best of fathers and who, until
the great blow which had left me an orphan
had descended upon me some six months be-
fore, had known little or rothing of the
world beyond the walls of my happy homo,
had suddenly confutei all the ideas which
my friends entertained of me and all the
theories which l had formed for my OWE
guidance in life, by falling desperately, even
madly, in love with a girl whose very exist
ence had been unknown to me six hours be-
fore, and of whose name, position and char
acter was still in absolute ignorance.
/ could hardly believe it, keen though the
pain was which made me conscious of the
truth. should have liked to laugh my fool
ish passion to scorn; but l could not do so.
1t had mastered me as l had never been
mastered before. | almost groaned aloud as
realized the strength of the spell which had
been cast over ME by the subtle witchery of
this fair stranger.
When l first took my seat at the dinner
table l had looked eagerly among the faces
at the long tables, hoping that perchance l
might see her there 1t was a foolish fancy,
and it was doomed to disappointment Now,
when at last the tedious meal was at an end
and was released from thS attentions of the
kindly bore beside me, hurried out of the
great hotel and took my way to the terrace
in front of the saloon 1t was still early, and
the gay crowd had not yet mustered in force
searched everywhere for her; and every
where in vain.
And then l consoled myself with the
thought that, after the agitation of the after
noon, she would hardly feel inclined to spend
the evening in sauntering on the terrace,
where now the laughing throng was moving
slowly to and fro, while the strains of the
band foated out across the bay, and thou
sand streaks of silver told where the moon
beams kissed the crest of each wavelet as it
leaped toward the shore. Yes, even this
beautiful scene which was almost new to
me- for had not visite Scarborough since
was child, could hardly lure her out of
doors tonight after the excitement of such n
day.
Yet while reason told me this, my eyes
continued to seek for her every where, and it
was not until long after the band had ceased
to play and the last of the hol day makers
had retired, that with an aching heart gave
up the fruitless search and went to my bed
to pass night of fitful slumber and troubled
dreams