Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-10-26

some private speech with her? Nor was
there any prospect of change of weather
outside; the gale seemed to be increasing in
fury; and he ate his breakfast In silence,
listening to the long, dull roar and rever-
beration of the heavy-breaking surf.
Nevertheless here was a crisis; and some
thing had to be done; so about halfpast ten
he went along to the lodging house in Ger
man place. The servant maid greeted this
handsome young man with an approving
glance; and informed him that both Mr..
and Miss Bethune were in the parlor up
stairs.
"No, thank you," said he, in answer to
this implied invitation, 81 won't go up. I
want to see Miss Bethune by herself: would
YOU ask her if she would be so kind as to
come down stairs for just. a moment-I won't
detain her"
The girl OWNED the situation in an in
stant and proved herself friendly. Without
more ado she turned the handle of a door
near her.
Wont you step in there, sir?-the gen
tleman 'as gone out"
Vincent glanced into the little parlor.
Here, indeed, was a refuge from the storm
but all the same he did not like to invade
the privacy of strangers apartments.
"Oh, no, thanks" he said. 81 will wait
here, if Miss Bethune will be so kind as to
come down for minute. Will you ask her,
please?"
The girl went upstairs; returned with the
message that Miss Bethune would be down
directly; then she disappeared, and Vincent
was left alone in this little lobby. 1t was
not very picturesque place, to be sure, for
an interview between two lovers; still, it
would serve-especially if the friendly
chambermaid were out or earshot, and If no
prying landlady should come along. The
gale outside was so violent that all the
doors and windows of the house were shak-
ing and rattling; he could not ask Maisrie
to face such storm.
But in a second or so here was Maisrie
herself, all ready appareled-hat, muff,
gloves, boa and the furred collar of her
jacket turned up.
''Why, Maisrie," he said, "you don't
mean you are going out on such morning
it is far too wild and stormy"
''That is of no consequence" she made
answer, simply. 81 have something to say
to you. Vincent-before you go"
"And L have something to say to you,
Maisrie Still, he continued, with some
little hesitation (for he was accustomed to
take charge of her and guard her from the
smallest harms), 81 don't want you to get
wet and blown about"
"What does that matter?" she said. 1t
was not Of shower of rain that she was
thinking.
"Oh, very well," said he at last. 'I'll
tell you what we'll do; we'll fight our way
down to the sea front, and then go out to the
end Of the Chain pier. There are some places
of shelter out there; and there won't be
living soul anywhere about on such a morn
ing. For am going to ask you to make a
promise, Msisrie," he added in a lower
voice, "and the sea and the sky will De sufi-
cient witnesses"
And truly this was fighting their way, as
they discovered the moment they had lett
the house, for the gusts and squalls that
came tearing along the street were like 10
choke them. She clung to his arm tightly;
but her skirts were blown about her and i'm
peded her; the two ends of her boa went fy-
ing away over her shoulders, while her hair
was speedily in a most untoward state
though her companion thought it was
always prettier that way than any other.
Nevertheless they leant forward against the
wind and drove themselves through il, and
eventually got down to the sea 'front.' Here,
again, they were almost stunned by
the terrific roar, for the tide was