Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-03

clotted cream or anything else. What does it matter what one eats or drinksI
 It is all wretched."
 "It matters very considerably, and you would find it out if your meals did not arrive in due course. My dear Car.
 men, you have very nearly reached the
 age of 21, and you have never had one
 ungratified wish; you have never known
 what so many, many of us have learned In the bitter school of experience-what
 it is to do without..'
 ''Then I am learning it all at once.
 Alas! For cannot have what I wish,
 nor ever again."
 "Well, well," said Cousin Adela, shak.
 ing her head as she left the room, "I
 wish l could help you, my dear. All can do is, to look after your comforts and those of your dear father, who, l am thankful to say, does appreciate them"
 Honestly, Miss Adela Hewitt could not understand any one grieving or giving up entirely over a "love affair."" It is rot an essential, not necessary, but lux ury. Look at me, have never had a love affair in my life. Am unhappy? Certainly not. On the contrary, really never was happier than have been since we came to Plymouth; no worries, nice straightforward housekeeping, SO differ ent from those high and mighty trades people in Mayfair. Indeed, must say Carmen is ungratefrl to Providence in not approaching all the advantages of this place.
 Perhaps she does, in her way" an- swe,ed Col Massingbird with smile, to whom this argument had been ad- dressed.
 Certainly Miss Massingbird was su- premely indifferent to the market and the menage. So it was we'll for the es- tablishment generally that Cousin Adela was heart-whole.
 Col. Massingbird had been wounded to the quick by the unlocked for mystery in his daughters life, and blamed him. self for it all. For it was he, and he alone, who had given the Misses Bayley at the Havensmouth school strict iniunc- tlons to allow his cherished daughter as much liberty as possible. And as his aunt, Lady Catherine Massingbird, 8 most thorough going old mondaine, re- ~>NN no pressing London engagements), much of his daughters time had been spent in her ladyship's company. And Herbert Massingbird felt pained and grieved for his friend Geofry Estcourt's suffering, for which, alas, there seemed no conso- lation. Sir Geoffry was now bitterly angered with Carmen, but who could say, in the years to come, if there had been no obstacle? As it was, they could only wait upon events. The lawyers allowed no grass to grow under their feet. But as yet they had found no trace of poor lost Allen Fitzclare. They were informed that from the address Carmen had furnished them he had long since departed. He had sold his share of the stock, and with his partner Walsh had gone up the country.
 After that the clew was lost, and the weary months sped on.
 It grieved Col. Massingbird to see his daughter losing all her bright, beautiful youth, to see the soft brown eyes with their pathetic sadness. She made no complaint, but bore her sorrow with patient gentleness. She realized now she had done wrong, and must aOlCe by the consequences.
 The world supposed Miss Massingbird's health was very unsatisfactory; in fact, that she would soon fade away like her dead Spanish mother. Poor thing! It was very sad" And then they dismissed her from their thoughts, and other beau ties reigned in her stead.
 The world soon forgets, and vanity of vanitieS reignS supreme.
 But it worried her father. At last. one day he said suddenly, Carmen, what say you to a trip to Spain, your mothers birth placer
 "Oh, papa, that would be delightful! But not to the fashionable places. Let us go somewhere out of the track of the tourist
 'l do not think, my dear, Spain is a favorlte place to tho ordinary tourist. But it is very convenient for those who have made mistakes, slight or otherwise, with other peoples money"
 ''We do not wish to meet them. am sure, papa"
 Certainly not" replied her father with smile. But the country is large enough for all of us, to say nothing of Algeria, which is full of interest, if you care for it''
 In due course they set off, leav- ing Cousin Adela, to her great 1 at The Myrtles (the | Mayfair house had been let to 3 wealthy stock broker); for she felt | had she accompanied them to an unknown country, she would have 1 been compelled to live on garlic, oil and other abominations, her life misery be- 5wixt robbers and mules. And, to speak honestly, Cousin Adela had reach ed that age when travelling is not even ] triste plaisir, but a weariness of the | lesh. And it was not without misgiv- ngs that she saw her relatives set out, for she was greatly attached to them. However, her faith in her soldier cousin was unbounded.
 Time sped on. Winter was replaced y spring. The soft Devonian hills and lales were clothed ill their freshest en- srald tints. The sea was tossing gayly,