The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1890-05-04

don't you knoWl Oant tnlnK Wnht Lazy Beltl-
more sees In her. except-with EigRle-'her
want OF beauty. Got rather too much Of pretty
women should cay"
I'm really afraid" says Dicky. that some
body has been hoaxing you this time. Mrs.
Blako." genially. Il happen to know for fact
that Miss Mallphant is not going to marry
| Beauclerk."
"Indeedv" snapplshly. "Ah. we'll really he
| is to be congratulated, l think. Perhaps" with
a share glance at Joyce. Il mistook the name
OF the young lady; certainly heard he was
going to DO married."
80 am l." says Mr.. Browne. some time or
other; we are all going to get married one day
or another. One day. indeed. 10 as good as
another, You have set us such capital OK
ample that we'ro safe to follow It,"
Mr.. and Mrs. Blake being a VIGOROUSLY I'M
happy couple. the latter grows rather red here
and Joyce gives Dicky a reproachful glance,
which he returns with one Of the Widest be-
widerment. What can she meanp
mr. Dysart will be distinct loss when he
goes to India" continues Mrs. Blake quickly.
Wont be back for years. hear. and leaving
80 soon. too. A disappointment, I'm toldl
Some obdurate fair onel Sort OF chest affec-
ton. don't you know. ha-hsl midas place for
that sort OF thing. Knock It out OF him in no
time. Thought he looked rather down In the
mouth last night Not up to much lately. II
has struck me. Seen much Of him this time,
Miss KavanaghP"
Yes. A good DEAL" says Joyce. who has,
however. paled perceptiby
Thought him rather gone to seed. eh
Rather the worse for wear"
II think him always very agreeable" says
Joyce. icily.
A second most uncomfortable silence ensues.
Barbara tries to get up q conversation with
Mr.. Courtenay. but that person, never brilliant
at any time seems now stricken with dumb
ness Into this awkward abyss Mabel plunges
this time. Evidently she has been swelling So
crety on Tommy's comments on their own
cat, and is therefore full Of thought about that
interesting animal.
Our cat is going to have chickensl" says
She with all the air Of one who is impartinR ex-
citing intelligence.
This astounding piece OF natural history Is
received with varied emotions by the listeners.
Mr. Browne. however, is unfeRnedly charmed
with It, and grows as enthusiastic about 1t as
even Mabel can desire.
You don't say sol When7 Where" de-
mands he with breRthless eagernoss.
Don't know" says Mabel. seriously. Last
time twas in nurses best bonnet: but" rails
ing her sweet,faoe to his she says she'll be
blowed If she has them there this time!"
"Mabel!" cries her mother. crimson with
modification.
Yes ?" asks Mabel. sweetly.
But 1t is too much for every one. Even Mrs.
Blake gives way for once to honest mirth. and
under cover Of the laughter rises and takes her
departure rather glad Of the excuse to get
away. She carries of Mr.. Courtenay
Dicky, having fingered little while to sec
that Mabel isn't scolded. goes. too; and Bar
bara. with sense Of relief. turns to Joyce.
You look so awtully tired" says she. why
don't you 20 and lie DOWN."
Il thought on the contrary should like to
60 out for walk" says Joyce. indifferently.
Il confess my head 10 aching horribly. And
that woman only made me worse"
What woman! I wonder she told 90
many lies. wonder IL"
If Mr.. Dysart Is going TO- India. eupplies
Joyce calmly. Very likely. Why not. Most
men in the army 90 to India"
True" says Mrs. Monkton with a sigh;
TheR in low to tone shall be sorry for hint
own desire. i see nothing to. be sorry ABOUT"
''Oh. ! do" says Barbara, :, And then. Well.
20 out, dearest. The air will do you good"