Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1888-04-19


dark and blue. the color 81 Yiois|
growing in the shade and il - Is
lures did not reach the hiehe I'd
ard few would have the hr, Il
assert 80 much. Certain1 /
With all my heart / gfAa. -
graees of face and form I &nteI'
edged every fascination sfss =
and yet
Involuntarily ! sighed Il ! s1nohi
back my attention to yhat sorge
saying:
THE very best fellow i Il 1orld
barring you. Yoa = III be
af,aiS i-@ - ~;
going to be sarped. But fsurence
Dane is such . good sort-ysu'd like
him YOURSELF II know. and hope you'll
meet him some day at ours, He is
one of those tallround good fellows.
who play cricket. polo and racqusts
better than any one elses snd always
have a nag to win q race. Besides
which he's SO honest, so true, so fond
of us all he's always in and out of
our house, and we try to make it a
home to him"
81 love Han I" whispered my god
daughter ardently in my ear.
She had clambered on TO my knee.
and her arms, thrown impulsively
round my neck, prevented my seeing
that Mrs. Anstruthsr had risen, and
was standing close beside me.
II am sorry to break into Georges
panegerics. You may remember how
absurdly enthusiastic he always is in
his praises-yours have been sung to
me very many times but I am really
a little tired, and if you will allow
NE"
sPrang up, and, lifting the cur
tain that hung over the entrance of
the tent. called for her waiting wo-
man to attend her, begging her to let
know if everything in her encamp-
ment was not exactly as she wished.
She did look very tired but after
she had gone and was no longer un-
der the strong attraction she possessed
for me, l asked myself wh--she had
so suddenly discovered what I had
seen at once, and then she had practi.
cally denied. Was it the converse.
ton had displeased her, and did she
share with many of her sex foible of
which l had often heard? Was she
jealous of her husbands acquaintan-
ces? Was she jealous of me or Dane?
1t was Of him that George was speak.
ing when she rose. Be that as it
might, there had been undoubtedly a
Jared, even vexed tone in her soft
voice, and felt half angry with my
old friend for having caused it. The
feeling wore away as we talked, and
l recognized in him traits almost for.
gotten, indisputable signs of charac.
ter exceptionally high minded and no.
bic; for his carelessness never degen.
Grated into neglect of duty, nor did
his cheerfulness denote lack of sym.
pathy with the troubles of others. He
was singularly unselfsh and generous
to fault. Beautiful as Mrs. Anstru.
Their was, and good. as judging from
from her countenance, she must be, no
one could have wished her better
husband than the one that by happy
fortune she had secured.
Chatting of old times. the hours few
swifter than we knew; and we were
surprised to see how late it was when
Mrs. Anstruther returned. atiired in
loose artistic gown of crimson plush
and protesting herself famishsd with
hunger.
The rest had evidently done her
good; her eyes indeed were feverishly
bright, and there were two pink spots
on either cheek that I thought looked
suspiciously like rouge but might
have been from excitement or even q
reflection OF the rich color in which
she was clothed.
Dinner passed off well. George was
always good company, and his wife
had apparently recovered from her fit
of depression-or had it only been in
tense fatigue ?-and talked charming
ly, even brilliantly, of what most in.
terested me-literature and art.
OF society / knew nothing, as per-
hsps she guessed; for with delicate
tact she always turned the converse
ton when her husband spoke of any
one they had lately met. or alluded
to the life they had been leading the
last few years. That it had been
gay one / soon gathered. and could
well believe that the lovely woman
who sat at my table and trifled daint-