Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-04-19

With one shriek Of tcdrning and terror she
springs towdrds hen--just in time.
When she reappearod, three or four
young cavalrymen were at the gatechat
ting with Mrs. Waldron, and the picture
was passed from hand to hand, exciting
varied comment. II was simple carte
de visite, of the style once spoken of as
vignette-only the head and shoulders
being visible--but it was the picture of
strong, clear cut face, with thick, wavy
black hair just tingeing with gray, a
dropping mustache and long English
whiskers. The eyes were heavy browed,
and, though partially shaded by the gold
trimmed pince-nez, were piercing and
fine. Mr.. Van Antwerp was unqucs-
tionably u fine looking man.
'liere comes Hayne," said Royce.
"Show it to him. He likes pictures;
though wouldn't like this one if were
in his place."
Mr.. Hayno stopped in some surprise
when hailed, greeted Mrs. Waldron
warmly and bowed courteously to Mrs.
Buxton, who was watching him mar
rowly.
Want to see a picture of the man you
ought to go and perforate?" asked Web
ster, with that lofty indifference which
youngsters have to the ravages of the
tender passion ON subjects other than
themselves.
''To whom do you refer" asked Hayne,
smiling gravely, and little imagining
what was i'm store for him.
"This." said Webster, holding out the
card. Hayne took it, gave one glance,
started, seized il with both hands, stud
led it eagerly, while his own face rapidly
paled, then looked up with quick, search
ing eyes.
"Who is this?' he asked.
"The man who's engaged to Miss Ira
vers-Mr. Van Antwerp"
"This-this-Mr Van Antwerp! ex-
claimed Hayne, his face white as sheet.
"lierc, take it, Royce!"
And in an instant he had turned and
gone.
"Well, I'll be hanged if knew that
no was that hard hit" drawled Webster.
"Did you, RoyceF''
But Royce did not answer.
A gorgeous moonlight is bathing the
Jersey coast in sparkling silver The
tumbling pillows come laundering in TO
the shining strand, and sending their
Kissing, seething, whirling waters, all
simmer and radiance, TO the very feet
Of the groups Of spectators. There are
hundreds of people scattered here and
there along the shingle, and among the
groups pale faced young man in tweed
travelling suit has made his way to
point where he can command a view of
all the passcrs by. 1t is nearly II o'clock
before they begin to break up and seek
the broad corridors of the brilliantly
lighted hotel great military band of
nearly forty pieces is playing superbly
at intervals, and every now and then,
as some stirring martial strains come
Thrilling through the air, a young girl in
la group near at hand beats time with
her pretty foot and seems To quiver with
1.-THE influence of the soldier melodies. A
tall, dark eyed, dark haired man bends
devotedly over her, but he, too, seems to
rise to his full height at times, and there
is something in the carriage and mien
that tells that soldier songs have thrilled
his veins ere now. And this man the
young traveller in gray watches as though
his eyes We're fascinated. Standing in
the shade Of n little summer house, he
never ceases his scrutiny Of the group.
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