Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-05-20

nave beel taiklng 81 spending DAY
there by ourselves"
"leS. we can easily drive over, said
Mrs. ShcnIri. as she rose from the
breakfast table.
perhaps | shall meet the marchese
again said Agnes,
My dear, | shall begin la think the
Italian has made IN impression ON
YOU said her mother, with "A smile.
Il am sure you have mentioned him
half a dozen times"
The day of the picnic was an cx-
quiSite one. and Mrs. Shcrard aud her
daughter enjoyed their drive through
the lovely Berkshire lanes. aud were
charmed with the spot chosen for the
gathering. Under the ~overhanging
bouglis of the great beeches and oaks
the table cloth had been spread on the
NOISY grass; and girls in light dresses,
and young men in every variety of
colored blazer" known 10 the tennis
lawn, were fitting about, %unpacking,
arranging and decorating the viands
and the dishes.
The first greetings over. Miss Smythe
said to Agnes: There has been such
an accident, The box of meringues
has been left behind. aud IA large ease
of eggs put in instead. .Auntie has
been in despair. but ourdear marchese
has come Ia the rescue and is actually
making omeleiles Tor us. lie is so
clever and funny; do come and help
him."
AS she spoke. followrl by Mrs.
Sherard and Agnes. she led the way
to a small copsc. where. against a
background of iirs, a table was placed,
on which were arranged piles of eggs,
and sundry basins. plates and jugs.
while one pr two girls we're chopping
ham and herb. \ sl.gill fireplace of
bricks had been hastily constructed.
the smoke faonI which WaS curling i'm
blue wrraIhS in the summer air, while
the center figure uf Tie group was the
marchese. WHO, ia a costume of white
flannel and with . snrv:cttr round his
waist AMI q cap at w'G:la p"per ON his
head, WAS at the moment of the an
rival of our PARTY removing The fry
ing pan from tl" lire sud Xicrously
sliding lis contents 10 Il "l~i hrld by "A
laughing girl Tor IN" purpose.
Good grici 1uN' ui,Giuscppe"ex -
claimed Agnes, turnIn" To her mother.
MY dear. what do you mean" in.
quirrd Mrs. Shcrari. in establishment.
Miss Smythe had FASTENED toward the
group engaged in cookery. and SO, for
tunately. did not hear the remark.
Mother" said Agnes. Ill is the
handsome little cook who used 10 be al
Nico, when we were in the pension.
You would have remembered him if
you had heard him sing. We had to
ask hir, Ia leave off bringing his gui-
tar out 10 the terrace in the evenings
when you were SO ILL.,"
Il recollect him quite we'll" said
Mrs. Sherard. who had been attentively
scanning the group.
1T is dreadful" exclaimed Agnes.
What a wicked impostor he is!'
Hush, my dear" said her mother;
I'VE must think Of Lady Angela. 1t
would distress her 81 much if we were
TO exposellim. | will consider during
luncheon what We can do. BE silent
for the present"
Miss smythe was reckoning To them.
and they joined her. and watched the
operations of the amateur cooks. and
soon the whole party were seated on
the grass, enjoying the al fresco lunch.
con. and especially the unusual add.
ton of the delicious omelettes. After
the meal was concluded the young
people rose, and strolled in the lovely
glades Of the woods, whilst some clus-
tered round the marchese. who, seated
on a messy mound at the foot of a
spreading beech, made a most pictur-
esque figure. with the colored ribbon
Of his mandolinetta catching the sun
light as he sang one of his little songs.
Where did you meet the mar
chese!' inquired Mrs. Sherard of Lady
Angela. "Bave you known him
longt'
''Oh, no" "a the reply. we are
81 intimate, though, that il seems as
if lac had been our friend for years.
He was introduced TO me by my old
friend, Mrs. Hawkins. who met him,
! think. in Naples. She wrote asking
to do all | could for her protege.
She said ! should find him very clever;
but she did not tell me he was SO mu.
WAS he an old friend of hersi'
pursued Mrs. Sherard.
''She did not tell me SO; but I think
he must have been, for she mentioned
him as Giuseppe Rondini and did not
say he was "A marquis. He is such
dear fellow" continued the enthusi.
astic lady, "and | am not at all sur
prised that my dear Florence has be.
come attached 10 him"
us he, then, engaged TO your ~niecel"
inquired Mrs. Sherard, tone Of ankle.
ty she could not repress finding its way
into her voice.
NO, not exactly" replied Lady An.
gela, but he is devoted in his atten.
tons, and dear Florence coniided To
me last night that she would have no
hesitation in accepting him and ! feel
sure she loves him deeply"
Perplexed and agitated, Mrs. Sherard
did not pursue the conversation, but
determined to lose no time in carrying
out the plan that had suggested itself
to her at luncheon. She therefore
joined the group under the beech tree,
and. drawing Agnes aside, explained
TO her what she intended TO do: then,
as the music ceased and the singer rose,
she requested he should be introduced