Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1888-02-23

evening and thank you it:lY fur
being dependent artist.
Whether or not this accusation was
true the writer will not 4 r. 10 affirm
but certainly Mr.. Hammes:.is eheelis
were unusually rosy a i later
But then anger viii rss'eal itself
either in a flushed facs o. led nose.
As the former proved more aceepta.
bic to Harry on this especial occasion,
we viii suppose the raiat was "a
blame. Luke proved s--issaksbly
tantalizing at dinner. Tor ] through
that half eaten meal he now A.
lew his faepa Sss. - -
Y Claude enjoyed his undisturbed and
then sought comfort under wide
spreading mulberry in the most lie
mote part of the tennis grounds,
Here he could puff away at his priu,s
Havana, and enjoy himself at the ex-
pense of others. The central figure
of the merry group was Miss Mont
deviIle and he could not repress a
smile as he watched the maLnuvres
of that motley crowd Of admirers
who hovered near her. She ruled
them all alike, from the timid school.
boy to the calculating old miser with
his well oiled hair AMI deeply dyed
moustache.
what fOllyI" thought the silent
watcher as he turned unconsciously
to view the misty river far away flow
ing so calmly beneath the sun scorch-
ing rays. Memory grew busy again
until even his fayorite cigar fell from
his hand neglected and spoiled.
"Will you tell me, Mr.. Luxford,
inquired Miss Montdeville. "who that
gentleman is? looking to where
Claude sat. 81 am sure have seen
him several times at Mrs. Harvey $
balls"
"Doubtlessly," replies Luke, just a
little surprised. "Mrs. Harvey co.,.
siders him indispensable upon any i'm
portant occasion. His name is Claude
Darlington and very old friend Of
mine. wish you knew him better. "
"And / may at-sUhe future time.
She smiled half sarcastically as the
thought recurred to aer how few long
renamed unknown to Miss M6s.tle-
vile.
1t is a week later and Mrs. Har-
yey's rooms are filed to oyeriiowing
as she tenders one of her hosPitAbie
entertainments. Luke Luxford did
not fail to inform Claude OF Miss
Montdeviile's inquiries and on the
strength of it induced him to be for
mally presented. The lady had nev
er looked fairer than she did to night,
clad in a pale rose. colored gown half
hidden by snowy laces. Claude Car
rington, although an unimpressionahis
man, was, however, a close observer
of ladies' attire and he noted two
requisites. She wore neither rings
nor flowers. Ii was strange freak
OF this queen of society," for num-
berless bo4uets lay withering on her
dressing Case, and sparkling gems hid
den away under lock and key; yet,
since she had discarded them, no com
ments were necessary. Mr.. Caring
ton listened and talked unconcerned-
/ ly as long as Miss Montdevilles spirits
seemed in the ascendant. But occa-
sionally her eyes would lose their
proudly defiant look and in lis stead
there came one Of sof: entreaty which
made her companion strangely rest
less and dissatisfied. "Was it not the
same that had guided his brush over
the desolate canvass and where had
he seen it before ?"
4 must not fail to tell you, Mr..
Darlington, how much admire yonr
latest painting, The Fisherman :
Daughter 1t is beyond criticism
aud there is something, too, which ap'
peals so straight to the heart. How
proud you must feel while every one
is repeating your success.
Thank you, Miss Montdeville, but
perhaps you have yet to learn thai
even notoriety fails to satisfy Us, ano
rarely ever brings contentment, th'
most desirable of all possessions. Bat
then, there must ever be some heart
which know no rest, but destined Il
hunger on unto the end. QucAl j
changing his manner, he rensrke
; casually.
= Your Aunt looks remarkably vel
, this evening and. ike yourself claim
, many admirers.
He spoke truly. She was one c
: the pivots upon which society re
D volved. There was nothing desirabI
to this lady but title, wealth aud ad