The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1888-03-17

heart with delight, and made him feel
what happiness II was to DO near her
I'VE will go now and walk across
the sandhills,' she said later In the
afternoon, when Jack had been taken
to the queer old house where they lad
rooms, and duly given his afternoon
tea, which he often declared he was as
fond Of as any old maid.
dorothy, you will fatigue yourself
too much, "expostulated Miss Bingham.
"Oh, no, / am not in the least tired.
/ have never felt SO well.
And she had never looked SO well.
Her eyes were bright. her cheek like a
sun kissed peach, her face and figure
instinct with health and happiness;
and Bingham, as he strolled beside
her-over the sand-hills where the puff
balls and fairy toad stools, yellow mar
guerites and tiny violet flowers grew
thickly--felt that he was falling deeper
and deeper in love with the future
Countess of Yarra.
Jack, you will take me for row
tomorrow morningY" she whispered,
as they sat on the pier that evening,
listening 10 the band.
"Of coure / will" responded Jack
promptly; and the next morning being
fine, and the sea like glass, he sculled
her out beyond the pier-head, and
there she sat and sketched the fiat
Dutch-like town that spread along the
sea front, and watched the gulls. and
found treasures of seaweed, and en-
joyed herself thoroughly, and in the
afternoon they visited some old ruins
In the neighbourhood, and in the even
ing went on the pier again.
And so the days sped swiftly by,
and their stay was drawing TO a close.
"We have not been TO Earlsdown yet,
and we have only two more days TO
stay" said Dolly dolefully. 81 want
to see IL partiularly."
"Well, dear, we can go this after
noon," replied her young chaperon.
lit is glorious weather for a walk like
that"
"Wnl you be able to go so far,
nursew
"Ill try, dearie," replied the old lady
cheerfully, and about three o'clock
they set off, and after sundry stop
pages arrived at the quaint primitive
little fishing village of Earlsdown.
After exploring its two streets and
queer little cabins, they set out on
their homeward way.
81 am going home by the cliffs" an
nounced Dolly. II suppose you can't
manage that nurseY"
mo, missile, / don't think / can,"
reDlied Mrs. Merton obviously.
"Will you mind going with her,
Blanchei"
mo-" said Miss Bingham; 81 should
prefer it. / object to climbing"
So she and the old nurse went sober
ly and sedately along the road, while
Dolly and Jack climbed up steep
path, cut in the face of the cliff, and
reached the uplands, where the fresh
salt breeze was so pleasant.
"What are you thinking abouti"
asked Miss Hadlow, after lengthy
silence on the part Of her companion.
"Lork Yarra,"
"You seem always to be thinking Of
him."
ayes, he occupies prominent place
in my thoughts
"What is it now?"
81 was wondering If he cares for
your
81 don't know, I'm sure"
"Do you understand what manner
| Of man he isg'
"No; really" replied the girl with
the utmost indifference, 81 know very
little about him."
And il was true.
There was no power in young
creature like Dorothy TO read Alright
such nature as Yarra's. He was the
husband chosen for her by aunt and
father, and as such she accepted him
with blind faith, placing reliance in
their discernment.
The earl wanted wife with birth,
beauty, and breeding, and Miss Had
low had all three. She had no money
it's true, but what was that 10 himY
He had more than he knew what to do
with, and he was fascinated by the
! quaint witchery of her fresh youthful
beauty, and by her supreme indifIer-
ence TO himself, his title, and his
wealth; but that was all.
ii don't think you ought to marry
him." went on the young man slowly.
"You know i must. she answered
with little restless gesture.
"Whyg Because he has been chosen
for you by other people"
mo; but because / have pledged
my word, and--because my father
wishes it,
ais the wdding day fixedg"