The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-10-13


sweeping along to all appearance with or
over her Then lighting small travel
| ing lamp, he wrote post card, which he
handed to the Inspector when he gave up
| his keys, with douceur for the trouble
| of posting it.
He was well made, good looking fell
/ low, with strongly marked features; but
| now booked pinched and colorless, and
! dark about the eyes.
J He shivered, and buttoned his coat
/ tightly round him.
| When the cabalistic check marks had
| been made, and he had eaten some soup,
he FASTENED back to his carriage, which
stood beyond the rays of light from the
infrequent lamps, and threw himself
into the midst of his fur rugs. With a
! lighted cigarette between his lips, and
| his furs drawn closely round, he hoped
to subside gradually into sleep.
! He was weary and inclined to sleep,
having taking some eau de vie at the re-
| freshment room, and closing eyes and
ears, he fell almost at once into pleasant
/ drowsiness.
Tho tramp of feet, the chatter of
! the train began to make unearthly noises.
| Just as slow movement passed
through its length, Questin started up
| fancying he heard his own door open.
"Qui va LAP" he called out; but no
answer came, and seeing no moving
| object he concluded that it had been one
i of those sudden starts, for which circu-
lation or digestion are answerable, that
| unpleasantly visit sleeper in his own
bed, as well as in situation where a
strange sound occurs every minute.
So far Osmond Questin.
! II.
In small fiat on Camden Hill that
| post card was anxiously expected by the
4 young lady to whom it was addressed:
"Miss Garnham, No. -, ST. Phillips
| Gardens" When it arrived, as it did at
the proper time, the sight Of the closely
scrubbed yellowish square was sweet
&ndeed to her, though the foreign stamp
Nhowed how far off he was. "No, not
| . far today as when he wrote it," she
said to herself, as with smile that
meant protest against her folly she
softly kissed the attempting morsel Of
paper.
Soft gray eyes, with your shadows and
brown fringes, wise, sweet mouth Of the
pink coral hue of health; firm, oval face,
with the straightforward look Of a
trusty soul; how often you have been
pictured in the long nights of sickness
and the short hours of rest between
work, loathsome and holy, done in that
stricken city of Naplesl
Out of the wreck of a very bright
painted, light winged Ship of Life, but
4 two, dearer than herself, had been saved
to Anastasia Garnham.
| These two were her little sister Lottie
and "her humble and loving servant to
command" Osmund Questin.
He had indeed been this and more to
the queen elected of his heart two years
back, and this he had quietly, without
any hot oaths, declared he would ever
continue to, though his equity old father
! threatened to hold the door against the
bride for as long as he lived, and be-
! queath him shilling when he died if he
ventured to cross his stubborn will even
! then.
Mr.. Questin, ST., had put it plainly to
his son, who was his only living child.
Had his own father started with hod
and trowel or had he not? Had he
built up for himself an immense fortune,
had he left it all to him, cutting off his
elder and younger brothers because one
! smoked and the other parted his hair
down the middle, or not? Was it likely
that he. having cherished this massive
fortune and lived always in view of his
responsibility towards it, should dehber-
ately cast it into the hands of one Of that
that butterfly, spendthrift, irresponsible
lot, the Garnhams? Nay, the daughter
of that very man who had ignored,
snubbed and otherwise affronted himself
personality Osmund might marry any
other girl he chose, but he would
hear no more of any Garnham,
be it the prettiest lass that ever was born
to that handsome, worthless family.
! Osmund's mother had been lady of
good blood, but home staying and sem
! sible; let him look out for such another.
| Having said that no Garnham could
be worth her salt, no spoken evidence in
/ the world would have made him alter
LIS OplulOu. ne was uOG d vulgar Otu
man, but on the contrary well read and
highly respected, afraid of no man, cur
rying favor with none, and Osmund had
a strong affection for him. This made
matters more difficult, because he had
to aim at the reconciliation of two i'm
possibilities.
4 Having been, to Cambridge, he decided
that there was enough to do in the world
/ for willing man with brains and health,
without crowding into one of the over
crowded professions. "What is mine is
yours, my boy" said his father until
the question of marriage arose.
Of all girls, Osmund naturally set his
heart upon the one his father most OBJ
jected to, the elder daughter of the late
ruined squire of the Warwickshire par
ish, in which Quentin Hall, his own
place, was situated. And now came the
dead lock, because even if Osmund had
been able to find anything to do, which
he had not, Tasia would have refused to
marry him against the will of his father,
that is, without giving the jealous old
man plenty of time to change his mind.
"A letter next time, not post card
| that any ono can read - tbo,,oht Toc;a