Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-02-14


81 don't know how to describe
it; it was not unlike yours. But
don't let us waste any more time on her,
only let me advise you never to do good
action"
81 never dol never by any chance"
"Oh he is telling you how his hand
was hurtw cried Mrs. Marley, who had
approached unawares. "Mr. Carlton,
you wouldn't tell mel'
ooh no, he is not" said Miss Falkland,
blushing. Mr.. Carlton has said nothing
but that it was done by lady-aoci-
dentally, of course"
"a ladyl" repeated Mrs. Varley Joy
ously. "Then, my dear Mr.. Carlton, l
can easily predict the end of that little
adventure. You will marry her. I am
quite certain that you will marry that
LADY,"
81 marry her! God forbid I don't
want a Jael in my tent"
It was lucky that his answer amused
Mrs. Marley and made her laugh, or she
might have seen how Miss Falkland was
blushing.
"Ah, Mr. Carlton" cried Mrs. Marley,
you always were so opposed to woman's
rights, and all that we higher minded
women most cared for used TO be Just
as narrow minded as you till read Mill
On the Suppression of Women"
This malsprop of poor foolish little
Mrs. Varley's was most acceptable to
Miss Falkland, for it created diversion
which enabled her to recover her natu-
raj appearance at her leisure. Mrs. Var
ley went to "hold her head to other stars"
and Miss Falkland and Mr.. Carlton were
left to eat their supper in crowd which
was not company. They talked of all
manner of things, and the fortune of
the evening was retrieved. Never in
Margaret Falkland's life had she met
with any one with whom she was SO
entirely in sympathy. Never in Ed
ward Cartons had he seen any one
whom he thought SO charming. They
talked with ever increasing expansion
and delight. He forgot everything but
that he was talking to her; she entirely
forgot the painful occurrence of the
afternoon. Time sped by without being
80 much as thought of. At last they dis
covered that they had never returned to
the drawing room and the society of
their fellow creatures, but were sitting
in u remote corner of the conservatory,
talking as if they had known each other
all their lives. Startled at the thought
that her father might be wanting to go,
and looking for her, she said: 1--WE NAV
have been here very long time; we
] n hot =
party going on. We ought to CO."
Before we go may /, now
that | know you SO much better.
tell you what think of your music? 1t
is exactly what music ought to be and
seldom is. No one ever accompanied
me before who so completely fulfilled my
every wish. You are thorough artist
you seem to paint the keys. I should
50 Ike to try one or two other things
with you. Do you ever come to Mrs.
Varleys Wednesday afternoons, or might
| perhaps some day
"Oh, | will come here" exclaimed
Miss Falkland abruptly. Il do some
times; | will come next "Wednesday
that's the day after tomorrow. | ought,
FOR haven't been to one of her Wednes-
days for ages
She almost thought that he had been
about to express Il wish to call on her.
Call on her, and then the hideous secret
would have been revealed! 81 am sorry
| can't ask you to come and try them al
my own home" she continued, recover.
ing herself. MY father and | live to,
gether; we are quite alone, alas! He i.
out all day long in the city, so I can re-
ceive no visitors but few very old
friends
Fools madly rush. and he had been on
the point of rushing into an INQUIRY as t.
whether he might not call on her, when
she had not even a mother He was
quite aware that gentlemen ought tc
wait until they are asked to call. and
that not to do so is to "bless the English
conveniences" most grievously, but one
touch of real music makes the whole
world kin, and that was his excuse
Let me hope" he said, that some day
l may be privileged to call myself an old
friend"
She did not respond; how could she
He had had so much Of the worlds wor
ship that he liked her all the better foi
not responding He took her back to the
drawing room to her father, and wonder.
ing why she did not introduce them tc
each other, bowed and left her, and then
to linn the evening was over.
Margaret, my dear, who was tina,
good looking young man who came up
stairs with your asked Mr. Falkland as
they were going down stairs.
That was Mr.. Carlton. Didn't yor
know
Mr.. Carlton! And you didn't intro
duce me!-and you knew how much
wanted to see him"
'How stupid of me net to think of it. $
The moonbeams fell coldly on the
waving masses of liIacs when the Falk
lands reached home. How pretty they
are| said Mr., Falkland. by the by,
Margaret, you really ought either tc
watch those lilacs or have them watched
When / came home this evening the
pavement was literally strewn with fraG
ments."
She had them watched, but never AGAR
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