St. Landry democrat., 1889-08-17

WIN HEtlS VexSu iFOWI, duu tuen, uouu-
ing danger in his eyes, she added, indeed
you're dull. Don't you see how dull my
eyebrows are2 | stroked them with
burnt match while playing tableaug giuante
with the child en- after dinner tonight,
and forgot it until / reached here. Now |
don't dare touch them lest smudge my
nose and forehead"
''To me you are quite lovely enough
without the aid of burnt matches"
'''Isn't that rather stu pid compliments"
cit may be stupid, but it is hardly q
compliment to call you lovely"
II wish you would say pretty things less
seriously
81 am serious in all say to you. /"
"Why are GU two hidden away in a cor.
ner when every one else is making ready to
hear Mr. Primrose read his poem," broke
in Mrs Venator at that moment, and Miss
Bates rose with look that Henry could
not quite fathom.
The young man listened unwllingly to
Mr. Primrose and then devoted himself so
assduously to Miss Holt that half the Cos
sips present began to stare and tattle.
While walking in the park on the next
Monday afternoon Heary suddenly beheld
pony phaeton dashlng at breakneck speed
toward the press of carriages. He faced
the maddened beasts small black creatures
with ears leveled to their necks, and names
tossed in the air, spread wide his arms.
shouted, and seized the brides. The
ponies stopped and stood trembling but not
until Henry had been borne down and
sharp twinge told him that his leg was
broken. The occupants of the carriage
were the wife and daughter of his cousin,
partner in the great publishing house
where Henry earned his bread. At their
direction the young man was carried to
hos pital and placed in comfortable apart
ment Attentions of all sorts were show
cred upon him, and he resigned himself
| Five weeks after the accident a kindly old
maid came with a basket of hot house
grapes and budget of gossip.
.Ah you shy fellow" said she, Il saw
| your devotion at Mrs. Venator's the week
before your accident. But it's no use );
| you can't expect to compete with a lord.
They're engaged, I'm told There's
| nothing like living IN the same house
| with man if girl is bent on hooking
| him.
Have you heard Of my good fortune 2
said Lord Monterrace, week later.
Yes answered the invalid, 81 con-
graduate you. She's a very lovely girl"
Early in April the surgeons said that
| Henry might leave the hospital in a week.
| Three days before he was to go, Lord
Monterrace invited him to a dinner and
dance to be given the next week by his
| lordship at the Portland.
off you can't dance you can dine,' sal d
| Lord Monterracs, land the doctors shan't
| know word about il "
''Henry attended the dinner and watched
| the dancing for an hour from the little
ante-room, into which the ladies made
| occasional incursions, At length Miss
Bates peeped in, exclaimipg "What,
the invalid keeping such hours p
| He hobbled from his easy chair, and to
her dismay, make her accept it.
| You really shouldn't stay another
minute" she said. "You look tired out. y
I'll congratulate you and then go to
my ROOM
"Then you saw that wretched newspa-
per this morningT'
ono. | did not know that it bad got
Ito the papers. I heard it at the hos
pital."
'But you couldn't have heard it there.
1t had not come out before You left the
| hospital"
II Lord Monterrace himself told me-"
+ "What has Lord Monterrace to do with
| it? But how pale you are Shall | Ian
you? There, wait till l get you glass
OF wine,1
"No, thank you don't leave me- he
whispered, siezing her gown. "Are4,you
not to marry Lord Monterrace
"No who could have told you that
| Not Lord Monterrace, | am sure. He is
to marry"
81 care not whom he is to marry so that
it is not you" he said, his pale CT eeks
flushing and his eyes searching her face
She flushed in answer as he went on
"You know what tried to say to you two
days before my accident. May | say il
now p
ooh Mr.. Judson, not here; anyone
may come in"
mo, they have gone to the dining
room. If pain you | will go; but If
stay must speak"
He rose, staggering with weakness ane
excitement till he seemed about to fall.
Don't attempt to go-you'1l fall (; stay
and say what you will, she said, as SHE
laid a hand softly on his arm to stay hi
tottering figure. He looked down ant
saw tears in her eyes. Then he STOPPED
and kissed her, unrebuked.
"What is the news | am to ccngratu
late you upon, and whom is Lord Monter
race to IN airy 2" he whispered.
Lord Monterrace il to marry Miss Holt
The Hollis have been living at this hote
for the past month. Their house is il
the hands of the carpenters. You are t.
congratulate me on jnheritiug little for
tune. 1t is small as l say, but, with