The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-08-03

HOW you natter HhO, why ShOuiu
they know me more than another"
Now, pray, don't be so humble.
The Yankee, you know Is fond of a
lord"
He regarded her with an indulgent
half smile of assent.
Lords are common enough with
u.s." he answered, with becoming hui
mility, and after that they played a
game at cribbage, and talked about
English politics and English parks, and
then the gong called them below.
"Have you enjoyed your music?"
she asked Lena.
"Oh, so much, he has such a SYM
pathetic voice. How have you been
getting on?"
"Famously, Lord Kingsbury has
been ever so kind"
'.Dear me, you are positive it's he?"
"He as good as confessed it,. but
said lords are common enough at
home. Wasn't it pretty OF him. He
has the most gracious way"
"In short, you are rather mashed?'
"Hush, Lena. Don't use such slang;
you must have caught it from your
hobbledehoy."
"What has Lord Kingsbury been
doing, all day." asked Ariadne, one
night, having been confined in her
berth all day with a headache.
"Oh, he has been glum enough to
please you," answered Lena.
'It's just like novel, isn't it? And
have you been going on with that lit
tie hobbledehoy, as usual"
~ don't know what you mean by
going on with him. / should think
that was slang" retorted Lena. 'He
is very kind, and reads such nice
books. 1 think perhaps he's poor,
but l don't care a fig for money and
titles. l prefer intellect and heart.
"Sour grapes. If you can't have
money and titles it's wen to be con-
tented with what you can have,-a
hobbledehoy if you can't do better.
When Ariadne returned to the deck
| next day, her admirer beamed upon
her, wrapped her IN her rugs and
added his own, brought her cham
pagne, and made her laugh with the
| relation of the previous days events
and ALI exaggerated sketch OF his own
forlorn condition.
"Now really, my lord, don't DC so
funny" she begged delighted. sit
makes my head ache to laugh"
"Don't call me that" he whispered,
ait sounds too formal"
"And, pray, what shall call you"
"Call me Guy"
"Just the name OF all others would
have chosen" thought Ariadne, $50
romantic"
"Now tell me something about your
SELL" he asked, with ~ half-tender and
wholly interested air.
"Oh, there's nothing to tell. I'm an
orphan. I've been i'll Germany study
| ing. / live in Boston with an aunt.
Lena lives in New York. We had q
chaperone going over, but she eloped
with our music teacher, so we are re-
turning alone. Now tell me about
your life, it must be much more ro-
mantle and interesting than mine; it
must be nice to have a park OF your
own, and ancestral halls hung with
| ancestors by the Oldest masters"
"And the family ghost-you've for
gotten the family ghost"
"Oh, how charming; the most aris-
tocratic thing. Tell me about it
please.
'.Shc WAS a daughter of the house.
Her portrait hangs on the walls; they
were marrying her to the wrong man;
when her maid came to dress her, she
persuaded the maid to put on the
| wedding fnery herself, and go down to
the assembled company; while she
stole out to the river where her lover
| l. ~ 1nv, hut 4hn hui M
got wind of the affair, and it was he
who met her at the river. But here
she eluded him again,-she dropped
into the water, and was never seen
again though they draeoed for her
body. Now, at midnight, you hear
the hum of festivities; people rustic
up and down the broad gtsircases;
YOU hear the echo of voices, of music,
the tinkle of laughter, the tread of
dancing feet-or again you pace the
hall, and light footsteps patter before
you, but there is no one present, you
are alone
"How perfectly delightful! 1t makes
my flesh creep"
However, the country people of
that time had a legend, that she did
not drown-that she simply dived,
being a fine swimmer, and while the
bridegroom went for help, she came to
the surface, met her lover OH the OPP
posite bank and emigrated to Ameri-
ca"
GLOW l should like to see her pict-
ure. lido think a ghost is perfectly
lovely. l wish we had one, but the
made land in Boston is too new for
Them"
"Would you accept mine?'
"Oh you wouldn't part with such a
treasure"
"No, but l might share it,'
Ariadne congratulated herself that
the Nereid was heslowest boat on the
line; and she was not at all disturbed
when a storm blew them off their
course; she and her lord played euchre
in the saloon, together, or he read
aloud to her, or repeated lines from his
own sonnets-the man who wrote
poetry, and he who quoted it, were
totally different beings in her esteem
and no doubt the poetry was diff
ferent. likewise.
"He's perfectly Splendid" she con
fessed to Lena.
"But I'm afraid he's only flirting; he
does it so very well, and SO easily" re-
turned Lena. "You know when they
are in real earnest, and positively in
love, they're not $3.50 voluble and
ready"
"Then I suppose the hobbledehoy
isn't volubIe."
~ don't suppose he's in love with
me. He likes to walk and talk with
somebody; if weren't here it would
be somebody else,-you perhaps, .
wickedly.
s'Never," cried Ariadne.
Glove, you know, is only friendship
grown tender-I read that somewhere
in a book-and it takes more than
ten days for the process, fancy.
only wanted to put you on your
guard"
every kind of you. Consider your
self thanked. / fiatter myself that
I've had experience enough to know
when mans in earnest or making
believe"
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