The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1889-04-20

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generally foregOne conclusion.
Philip soon learned that "Gwenny'
was the dim inutive of GwenllIan, and
not of the more stilted Gwendoline,
which interested him. Philips mother
had been a Powell, with Welsh blood in
her veins, and bore the same name. This
later Gwenliian was mystery TO him.
She displayed unquestionably gentle
manners. Then she showed a fair
knowledge of any subject touched upon
| IN conversation.
! What was shea teacher? She had
not the look nor the way of the school
ma'am. A governess! Possibly. Ii so,
in a good family. But her belongings
were not of the second hand kind.
Philip had keen eye for female apparel.
Her lace was of the rarest; her gloves
were pretty in material and wcll-fttin@,
though quiet in tone; and though she
displayed little in the way of iewelry,
the stone that sparkled on the head of a
lace pin was Enthusiastically diamond.
She had been well cultured, and every
word and action showed purity that
fitted her name.
On the other hand, Philip was as much
a mystery to the young girl. He was a
Gentleman beyond doubt. But what
was he doing there, man of culture, re-
finement, and aesthetic tastes, in that
farm house, He had said nothing of
the Boudinots, which would have ex-
planned it. With little affectation of
cynicism, which did not i'll become him,
the man was as clear as water, frank as
air. But why did he loiter there with
70 apparent purpose! The girl did not
at first deem she was the attraction, but
It came TO her after five weeks, and she
grew shy, aad her shynes, for the last
week Of her stay infected Philip, who
became >hy too, and lost all ease. At
length she announced 20 Mrs. Cooper
that she had to return home, and that
her father, who was in Philadelphia
visiting a friend there. would come for
her on the following day, and his friend
with him. Philip heard this with a de-
preston that told MIN he had met his
fate, ard that it lay in the power OF this
girl to make him happy or miserable for
life
III the night that followed, Philip lay
and tossed restlcssly. He could not
sleep. He felt that his father would be
as good as his word, but lie would win a
wife then or never. Near morning he
arose, dressed, and sat at the window
until the sun showed itself. Then he
slipped out OF the house and strolled to-
ward glen a few yards off. intending
to remain out until he heard the break.
fast bell. II had been favoritc haunt
of the two, and yet for the last few days
both had avoided it. He made his way
to messy rock which formed a sort OF
rustic seat, and there ne saw-Gwenny.
Hiss Gwenllian he exclaimed.
She rose with rather embarrassed F.
air, ~ rested badly last night, Mr.. Bee,
and came out at daybTeak. / have /
been here ever since. The morning air
seems to refresh me-"
Il have the same experience, " he SAID.
81 have rested badly, or rather have not |
rested at all. L"
She looked up inquiringly, and at
she read in his eyes, dropped |
her own, while flush overspread his |
face and neck.
"Gwenny!' he said, desperately, and |
.ook her hand. The fingers trembled
N his, but were not Withdrawn.
''Gwenny, darling" he said, ''we are to
part to-day. Do you know that love
'oC dearly"
apo you-Philipr she murmured.
)ut she did not look up.
"Gwenny," he said, 81 have been sail
ng under false colors, but innocentlv
nough have a way among my gen
iemen friends of using my initials and
o l am called among them p. b., or Mr..
). When your aunt asked my name, l
aid, MIR. B., and | did not care to un-
leceive her; but desire no concealment
rom you, unless you do not care for me.
Then we will part as We met; but shall
Re a changed man."
He waited for reply. There was a
light tightening of her fingers ON his as
he half whispered: