Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-08-22
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eyes as if he had won an Empire.
By an immemorial custom, young ladies
who have been brave enough to bathe in
the sea before breakfast have the right
of sitting on the beach all forenoon with
their hair spread all over their backs like
an enormous fan-to dry it of course
Lucy Graham was enjoying the benefit of
this custom, along with novel, at half
past 10 on Thursday morning, when
Major Bowring's stiff figure and purple
face made their appearance. The Major
made his way to his mistress's side with
lover-like haste.
"My dear Miss Graham or Lucy,
may surely say now-how really charm
ing you look this morning! I'm not
fattering you now, really, 'pon my
honor. / never saw you look half so
WELL"
=. The gallant officers further intentions
were frustrated by an unaccountable shy
ness on Miss Lucy's part, and the appear
ance of a couple of giggling girls from
behind the rocks. Lucy and her Major
chatted on for few minutes, and then
she said: ''By the way, Major Bow
ring"
"Won't you call me Tom, LucyG" in
terrupted the lover, with quite an arch
look in his little pig-like eyes.
The girl only smiled in answer to this
tender appeal, and went on: 81 heard
such stupid, disagreeable report in Glas-
Cow yesterday. 1t was most annoying.
People have been saying that I an very
rich-quite an heiress, in fact. wonder
who could have started such an absurd
rumor."
The Major stared at the girl, as if she
had mesmerized him. "But you are
richl Your gtAnduncle left you a hun
dred thousand ponnds; know it for a
fact!"
ooh, dear me, mol" cried Lucy, laugh
ing heartily; "what and absurd idea"
"Miss Lucy Graham, said the warrior,
solemnly, edo you assure me that this is
true" and as he spoke he glanced at the
dainty morning costume of the young
lady beside him.
"Of course do. What put that alb
surd nonsense into your head2 But,
dear Major Bowring, dear-Tom-that
, doesn't make any difference between you
and me, does it2"
"But indeed it does, Miss Graham, y
| returned the officer, excitedly 'Pon
, nv honor, I don't know what to say.
It's deuced awkward. II in fact-it
, never would do-never. I've nothing
but my pay, you see; and"
Here Miss Lucys handkerchief went
up to her eyes, and the gallant Major
| could hear the words, theartless-a poor
. girl-who trusted-deserted like this
f the very next day -" and also something
r very like sob.
"Go away! you heartless, cruel, bae
l mani" came from behind the delicate
r little handkerchief.
e The Major rose with sense of relief
i and after dozen steps glanced back
S Miss Graham was peeping from behlnt
a her handkerchief-and she was laughing
: He gasped; his face grew to a deepe
: red; he struck his stick on the groun'
u and left Drumsynie by the mex
it steamer.
e In half an hour more, Lucy was walk
IS ing through romantic dell beside tn
G Hon. Francis Newlands. He was
youngish man, carefully dressed in sun
n mer tweeds. An eyeglass was the mos
5, noticeable thing about his face.
re tYes, we shall be so happy" the gi
s, was saying in low, murmurous voice
"and am only sorry for your sake th'
lie have no fortune"
as "Thats a good joke, my dear Luc.
ID upon my word"
~ Lucy opened her blue eyes innocentl'
Of "It's no joke at all, / assure you. Di
he YOU imagine was an heiress! If you di
a you imagined vain thing, most ce
he tainly."
If "Why, Lucy, it is well known tn
ge you are an heiress. Everybody khoV
it."
I'd Everybody knows more than d
e. then, l am sorry to say. :.
he The Hon. Francis Newlands looked a
er stractedly at his watch, and suddenly e
I'm claimed
I'M "Well, you see, my dear Miss Grahal
lot you always knew / had no money. '
1t, can't marry without it. I don't want
Tut tie you down to q long engagement.
he "Oh, if you really love me, l do
cy mind waiting any length of time"
he claimed this perverse young lady; a
IN her lover trembled lest, after all, the W
ad of escape should be closed.
nd II could not accept such sacrifice
IN indeed I could not" he replied earne
The ly.
OF "Then I understand. You loved
warmly not very long ago. The fuel
ng ing gone, the fire dies out-natuaral
lge Mr.. Newlands, have heard of girls mar
cry ing for home-for money. 1t is
lb- enough in girl, but in man. Iw
md you good day."
Irst The Honorable Francis bowed end
tired without word. Lucy laughed
ad- his well dressed figure disappeared amc