Nevada County picayune., 1889-10-30

"Well, he's Angelique's brother, :" said Mrs. Nane, casting about for some excuse for this threatening as- pect, but looking very pale.
 "That is no reason he should pay court to her governess. There is no reason in trying to stave it off, ma,nma-he is dead in love with her. I suspected it when he brought her out here. And she is handsome. Now what are we going to do?"
 Miss Nane, in her perfect girl-of- he-pcriod costume, was very pretty, but the blue of her eyes were rather too pale to be exactly agreeable as she turned them wide upon her mother, asking this question. They suggested, somehow, an unscrupu- lous nature, deep selishness, cruel ambition.
 tThere is no use making fuss about the girl. Though I could kill her, and that's the truth" in a burst of passion.
 "Hush! hush There is Angel on the piazza. l don't sec sinking into a chair. for she had been stand ing, "how this has come about. I thought Allen-''
 "He never cared straw for me that way. You can lead horse to water, but you cant make him drink. Not that l would leave any stone unturned to get Allen, but it's of no use. with that Cecile Pays beautiful eyes and magnificent hair under his nose every day."
 Syren paused. Mrs Vane did not think to declare that CeciPs hair was red. She looked desponding, eX excessively worried
 "Of course something can be done" at last.
 II don't know-not much hope,' responded Syren, sulkily; and con- tinued, II never shall have another such chance at Senator Elsingburg and the Magnolias.
 No" musingly.
 Down below the grounds on a hil- lock overlooking the river, sat Cecil Fay. There was no one in the world to whom she wished any harm no one, you would have thought, looking at that delicate face, that could have wished her any. If not perfectly beautiful, she had, as Syren Vane said, beautiful eyes and hair clustering upon her shoulders of that rare tint loved by painters, golden hued.
 She cared nothing for Mir. Elsing- burg's wealth and position. Like a breath from Heaven came his love into her life. It seemed almost too great happiness to be true, and she asked for nothing more on earth.
 As she sat there-the child An gelique playing at her feet with flow CTS and grasses-Mrs. Nane, wearing shade hat and white shawl, leis- urely approached her.
 Her shadow fell; Cecilc looked up arose.
 "Yes, better not sit on the grass, my dear; it rained yesterday. l am going down to the river; come with me. Come, Angell"
 They went down the green, sun flecked, sloping path. The water shone with silver glow.
 Drawn up on the bank was a tiny shallop, with oars. The child danced toward it.
 70, take me to row, Miss Fay '" she cried.
 "Does Miss Fay row, Angel?'
 "A ltttle," responded Cecile. "I would like to go out little way, if we might take the boat"
 "Certainly; it is MT. Elsing- burg's."
 Mrs. Vane saw how Cecile's cheek flushed. Perhaps it was the exertion of putting the boat into the water.
 "Will you come?" she asked Mrs. Vane.
 "Not yet; let me see you go over to the island and back first" as the child took her seat beside Cecile, and the latter dexterously lifted the oars.
 So quickly Cecie pushed off she did not notice that the boat leaked. Nor did she observe it, the bottom of the shallop being covered with au- tumn-vellow fallen leaves, until the child complained that there was water upon her feet.