The Springdale news., 1889-09-13
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 Ethel astonished her family at din- ner that evening by inquiries as to the state of the female labor market in New Zealand.
 Uncle Joe, a philanthropic parson, who happened to be of the party, de- lighted to find his pretty niece taking an interest in subject so little friv- olous, delivered himself of a short lecture on the subject. Ethel sighed at hearing that there was so little demand for the work Of educated women (save the markO in that distant colony, and began to turn her thoughts toward Waterloo Bridge.
 Ethel funks on being an old maid She knows that positively any girl can lassoo a husband in New Zealand, y her brother Bob remarked, in chal- ienging tone.
 But Ethel bore if with unnteresting meckness; perhaps, she told herself, she was a husband hunter after all, After dinner she put on her hat and stole out into the street. She had been indoors all day, and could bear it no longer. The June evening was still as light as day, and simple minded couples were loitering with frank af- lection in Regents Park. She had not gone far before she saw large, famil- far figure bearing down in her direc- tion
 "Oh, how l hate him hate him"' she thought again, while her heart beat with maddcning rapidity. "lf he has spark of kindness in him he will pretend not to see me"
 But Jack for it was he. made nc such prctense. On the contrary, he not only raised his hat, but came up to her with outstrctched hand. She put her cold fingers mechanically into his, and scanned his face; there was neither mirth nor disgust in it, and | the thought flashed across her, chill ing, while it relieved her, that he probably attached little importance to an incident to which shc, knowing her own secret, had deemed but one inter- prctation possible. And then, before she knew what had happened, Jack was walking along by her side. pour ing out d torrent of indignant re- breaches as to her descrtion of him in favor of Dicky CarshaltOn at the War ringtons' party.
 Ut is you." cried Ethel, with spirit. for the unexpected turn of affairs rc- stored her courage; "it is you, Mr. Dayenant, who were unkind, to stand by and let old friends be victimized without striking a blow in their be- half! Pray. what did you expect me to do? Was to have said: 'No thank you, Mir. Carshalton, l prefer to stay here with Mr. Dayenant?'
 And, if you had said it, would it have been true?"
 She changed her tone suddenly.
 "Dicky is such a bore, think prefer any one $ society to his.
 He stopped short in the path, seizing both her hands, and looking down al her with stern and passionate eyes.
 A close-lnked couple strolling by remarked to one another that there had been row, then refreshed them selves with half dozen kisses.
 Ethel, said Jack, in an odd voice, its no use pretending You do think of me sometimes l happen to know it..
 She was looking up at him, but at this allusion the sweet lace flushed and dropped suddenly.
 "Ethcl - Jacks voice sounded stranger and stranger; was he going to laugh or cry? and why on earth did he speak so low? "Ethcl, do you know what signature I should like to see to your lcttersP'
 This was too much.
 No, don't"-sho lifted her flushed face; the cruel tears shonc and smarted in her eyes.
 Cant you guoss?'
 No"
 The momenta~y defiance had died; very weak whisper came from the pale lips.
 Cant you guess? Then l shall tell you, Ethel? Ethel Duvcnant that's what should like to see at the bottom of all your letters, Shall ever Sec it?"
 "Jackr
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 both Jack and Ethel were beyond the