Telegram-herald., 1889-10-29

TAO "a Jii1es l'eA Pie coming up - AaEn-
erlne sn1ross Ler Ia soule merry axg,l-
meuE znd ali ngc Id har ~ Glad *
he4rt at thls chance ~ being once more
alone. Pclscnly moves aaay frolu tie
group, s1ePpinx oaE froln il sileutiy.
Seeing tais, Katherine SAYS geatiy bat
hastily, Go 4ld see lhe eastern ea1 II
the gardens. Frank. u ALL reward yoa.
Il Is lovely h this hight You know it,-
that little biz apart. where the old statue
u Apollo Stands half shrouded ia isgF'
Does be know it, How weu he re-
members h04s he stood there with her q
week aso 4nd hAd q sweet ouf lying tale
loli hlM b. = n2rgueritel No. he vii
nos q there AGAIN. And yse some fAsci-
nation draws him through the scented
dsss and giiItering beams - tbs spot
where. seven days ago he had al least
been happy IN the thought that he was
without a rival, and how
Now lie had reached Ap0llo's shrine
with downoast eyes. bat the sound q
voices near eompels him % lift his head
As he does 50. be starts. and turns deadly
pale. There. la her ciinging ghite gown,
scarcely less fair than the moonbeams
thar not round her, stands the girl he
loves. freshly plucked marguerite ia
her hand, and beside her Sir George
Gsande.
Is il ray from her high born kins-
woman, or what Is it, that makes her
appear 50 pale: She Is piucking the
flower petal by petal, and once again the
old world refrain comes 70 Ponsonby
across the fragrant sward. borne upon
the wings Of the night wind, ''She loves
you a -inGiherently- passionate
~
"Ahi cruel floweri why viii il not
stop thereT SAYS Sir George sentimen-
tally.
AZ this moment the hand that holds
the flower droops, and the girl. raising
her head, looks calmly and derantly into
Ponsonby's eyes There is no surprise
ia her glance, no shrinking; il is as if
she had known he was there even before
she looked.
Thus for an indefable period they
gaze az each other. and then be lowers his
eyes. and, turning, walks slowly away.
THAT was Ponsonby," says Sir George,
screwing his glass into his best eve the
better % discern the retreating figure.
Il know it.
"Ah, you saw him before did:"
Il saw him as he came"
"Yesy" - airily you would, you
/ know; there's such a lot of him. Modern
Hercules, and all that sort of thing.
Good fellow, Ponsonby, though. Capital
| fellow, don't you think-eh? but a trihe
| dreary Looks as if he has the toothache
| just now, don't hey"
"No, be don'tw said Miss Disney, an
swering him in his own swee' English,
/ but with a sudden and unexpected
change of tone-from lively 10 severe.
'Very good. then; he don't" replies
Sir George. totally unabashed. Lets
forget him. I've set my heart on hear
ing my fortune told me tonight by you,
and beneath these mystic moonbeams,
and as yet you have only got half way.
Try again"
NO. never again" cries she passion
ately, crushing the poor flower in her
slender grasp and finging 1t far from
her There is such startling vehemence
in both her tone and. gesture that Sir
! George loses his glass and his self pos
session simultaneously. Before he can
recover either she has run away from
him, and is lost among the shadows that
lie lurking in the secret places Of the lau-
rels
"By Jovel what small tornador' says
the barouet, staring after her with up
lifted brows a good deal of temper,
no doubt, but all round-charming"
Panting-hopelessly out of breath
Miss Disney gains her chamber and
locks her door. Whilst running in she
has made up her mind she will not ap-
pear below again tonight She is tired
yes, yes; she viii go TO bed. With hur-
ried fingers (as though action is neces
sary to her in her frame Of mind she
undresses herself. says her prayers, loOs:
into her Bible "a very httle.t tlOok to
night, | am afraid. and finally, finding
herself standing in her dainty night
gown, goes up to q tall cheval glass il
the corner of the room and gazes - hel
own lovely image therein.
Her cheeks are still flushed by hei
run: her lins are red aad parted, hel
soft eyes fall Of a defiance that is mos
foreign 10 them.
at last / have shown him l am no
4 mere baby, 20 be nodded as he wills
and that a rival Is not an actual i'm
possibility" SAYS this silly child to her
self: all the while her heart is breakin-
with suppressed pain. and a wild desire
% run 70 chin" and throw herself int