Telegram-herald., 1889-10-28

s.come. than A pro1aise IS a promise
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Al prssently Lhey 6Ed gAeESe.gss
face q fscs Ill Ms D2szey ald Ler
inEsnded. Il : snail conseTy ZtgIy. ana
Sir George has ras pleasure q moving
tEss AlLss Dlsaey = nov la fzl possession
q us tact rhas las E-aGle Is Gr4ads.
Hs - 1akeu heT card, aHd nos says.
alLay r sgzn6lay before hsrwiEh pellcil
uphftsd. waiting her permission " en-
zEsye bis naE-ls tllSreoh
.sWIrh pleasure. says Ms Disney,
courreously tur tnsIHereaLly WIKI the
yoanx. however. Il Is - natural - smile
a q breaEbs, ~ she smiles AZ him
Havinz made his own u tbs careless
eoncession on her part. Sir George lsts
his syes wander back again 70 her pro
zramne. ''IE sounds Incredible 10
says AZ longth, .but n seems as II you
are dlsengaged for this dance. I can
sss - uams before II. II -, nay /
have lIS
IAN dLsengaged,-then yes. returns
she rhoughtlessiy.
you are engaged 20 ne for the next. :"
interferes Ponsonby ~ this moment. in
a dali but hurried tone which DO strives
hard . relieve from q suspicion OF Of
fsnse.
~Yess Is IT. But OF course. quite
forgot. The next, then. Sir George, for
which aIa free, which will DC tho four
tesnth-if we stay 50 long. You see,
bending slightly toward him with a
childish, restless movement, Il never
pat down Mr Ponsonby's name"
Il quite understand" +" says Sir George,
with a gesture OF the hand and a smile.
And then the interview IS over, and Miss
Disney Is IN her lovers arms, waltAng
laDguidly 10 the strains Of the band sent
down 10 the castle from town.
He cuts the dance somewhat short, and
draws her, not unwillingly, 70 the open
window cf room that, leading 70 the
balcony. IS suggestive Of an easy descent
by stone steps to the pleasaunce beneath.
Into the night and into the slumberous
garden he leads her, where mignonette
and late sweet roses give forth uncon-
scious perfume 20 the drowsy air.
\ pale young moon is hanging in the
| heavens above, her beams falling ten
derby upon the sleeping earth. Ever and
anon a feecy cloud glides over her.
/ threatening 70 blot her from her place
but again, ere doubt has time for growth
! it hurTies on, and
Melting Ike a wreath OF snow, it hangs
II folds " wavy silver round. and clothes
The orb with richer beauties than her own
/ Then. passing leaves her in her light serene.
! "DO you feel the softness Of the air?'
says the girl, turning TO him with a touch
/ Of impulsive gladness in her tone. al
I ike a garden at midnight, and like the
country better than the town. The
/ season wearied me. 1t was always the
same. Monotony, some say, belongs al
| together 20 fields and woods and streams
I but it is not really SO. Here everything
/ speaks 10 me; it is only those other:
who cannot understand"- Here she
/ checks herself, as those some sudder
recollection returns to her. care yor
laughing at me-" she says. 81 am,
know, IL one Of the moods auntie call:
/ funny. Well, even il you do smile a
my folly, shan't mind you. Look a
these garden marguerites; are they no
lovely in the moonlight? Wait. Let
me try your fortune with one" She
plucks it petal by petal, murmuring, Il:
she does SO, the old refrain, ''He love:
me-a ly-passionately
not at all" AS the last leaf comes, il
brings her 'indiffcrently." "Oh, you
bad boy" sho says; "and after all youl
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