Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-13

she asked, elansins quickly as him. Small
you sleep thete7"
"oh, 10, ] shall come home here each
evening""
"To dinner Hut 4, Ia no uso asking you
ihAiI or you never seem " cara where you
dine, or whether YOU dlne NJ All, Have you
iold your Aihsr OF this seheme2"
"No, mol yet" he made answer and ha
could tay nothing inriheF lust than, Tor NJ
this moment Mr., Harris and his guest came
upstairs from the dining room, and Mr.,
Ogden proceeded 10 engage the young widow
IN p0nderoua conversation,
AZ good luck would have u, when Win
Harris went up next morning 10 the little
thoroughiAre leading from Park street, he
found exactly the rooms he wanted, aud on.
gagged them there and then, paying fort.
nightt rent In advance In order 20 calm the
good landladyt mind, for he had no, q
tcrap Of luggage with him, The sitting
room was all he really required, 10 DO sure,
but he did not wish 10 be disturbed by hav-
ing the adjoining bedroom ocou piedl 90 he
took that too, money not being OF much cen-
sequence 10 this young man, Aud then,
when the landlady lett, he sat down 20 look
Of his new possessions The apartments
must have looked poorly furnished 10 eyes
familiar with the splendor OF Grosvenor
Placei but at all events they SEEMED
clean, Cheap German Autographs
adorned the wallsi the fireplace was
gay with strips of pink paper.
But when he approached the window
which he did stealthily-there was more to
interest him; the opposite two windows, be-
hind the balcony filled with flowers, were
both open; at any moment u figure might
appear there-perhaps looking out absenty
and vaguely with those beautiful and visit
full eyes. Or perchance he might hear the
tender strains OF the unseen violin? He re-
mained there Tor some time, rather breath
less and nervous, until he recollected that
he had come hither for the purposes of study;
and then he thought he would 60 away
down to Grosvenor Place and seek out such
books and writing materials as he might
| want, and bring them along forthwith.
He went downstairs and was just about
to step outside when he caught sight of
something across the way which caused him
instantly to shrink back and shelter him.
sell within the shadow of the door-his
heart beating quickly. He had nearly been
face-to-face with the pensive-eyed girl, for
she had come forth from the opposite house,
and was waiting tor her grand father to iol-
low. He remained concealed-fearful of
being seen, and vet scarcely knowing why.
Then, when he heard the door on the other
side shut, and when he had allowed them
few seconds grace, be stepped forth from
his hiding, and saw that they were just
| turning the corner into Park street.
Why this pertu baton that caused his
hands to tremble, that caused his eyeballs to
throb, as he looked, and yet hardly dared to
look? He was doing no harm-he was
thinking no harm. These thoroughfares
were open to all; the May morning was
warm and fine and clear; why should he not
/ l. l.
other? Even in furtively Watching whittier
| they went-in keeping a certain distance be-
| tween them and him-there was no sort Of
sacrilege or outrage II they had turned
and confronted him, they could not have
| recognized him; it was almost impossible
| they could have observed the young man
| who was half concealed BY the curtains Of
the room in Musselburgh House. And yet
| -yet-there was some kind of tremulous
wonder in his being so near her-in
his being allowed, without let or hindranee,
to gaze upon the long flowing masses of
hair, that caught sheen OF light here and
there, and stirred with the stirring OF the
wind. And then the simple grace and
ease Of her carriage; she held her head more
erect In these quiet tboroughfares; some
times she turned little To address the old
man, and then her refined and sensitive
profile became visible, and also the mys-
terious charm OF the long aud dropping
iashes. lie noticed that she never looked
at any pAssers-byj but she did not seem 30
| sad on this fresh morniRgj she was talking
u good deal-aHd eheerlully, as he hoped.
He wished for more sunlight-that the day
might brighten all around hsr--that tho
warm airs might be sweet with the blossoms
oil the opening summer.
For now they were nearing Hyde Parkj
II al. Al
blue vistas of atmosphere under the wide
swaying branches OF the naples. They
crossed TO Grosvenor Gatej they left the
dull roar OF Park Lane behind them; they
passed beneath the treesj and emerged upon
the open breadths ofverdure, intersected by
pale pink roads, Though summer had come
prematurely. this was almost an April-like
day: there was q southwest wind blowing,
and fattening the feathery grasses; there
were shafts Of misty sunlight striking here
and there; while q confusion oi clouds,
purple and gray and silver, foated heavily
through the surcharged sky. The newly
shorn sheep were quite white-ior London.
A smart young maidservaut idly showing q
in her bonnet. The mild air blowing about
brought grateful odors-was it rom the
greensward all around, or from the more
distant masses o, hawthorn white and red?
The old man, marching with head erect
and sometimes swinging the stick that he
carried, was singing aloud in the gaiety OF
his heart, though Vim Harris, carefully
keeping at a certain distance, could not
make out either the words or the air. The
young girl, on the other hand, was simply
looking at the various objects, animate and
inanimate, around her-at the birds picking
up straws or shreds of wool for the building
hair ot he ind Ashi 4
the gray spikelets of the grass, at the ever
changing con formation OF the clouds, at the
swaying o tine branches OF the trees; while
from time to time there came floating over
from Knightsbridge the sound o. a military
band. No, she did not appear so sad as she
had done the day before; and there was
something cheerful, too, about her costume
about the simple dress OF dark blue and
white-striped linen and the sailors hat o
cream-white with dark blue band. Mary,
be made sure her name was-Mary Bethune.
Only name 10 him; nothing more; strange,
indefnable, immeasurable distance lay be-
tween them; not tor him was it to draw near
to her to breathe the same air with her, to
listen to the low tones o, her veice, to wait
for the uplifting of the mysteriously shaded
eyes. And as for fancies become more
wildly audaciousY-what would be the joy
of any human being who should be allowed
to touch-with trembling fngertips-with
reverent and almost reluctant 6ngertips-
the soft splendor of that shining and beauti-
Iul hair.
George Bethune and his granddaughter
made their way down to the Serpentine, and
took their places on a bench there, while the
old man proceeded to draw from his pocket
a newspaper, which he leisurely began to
read. The girl had nothing to do but sit
placidly there and look around her-at the
shimmering stretch of water, at the small
boys sailing their mimic yachts, at the
enacklng ducks and yelping dogs, at the
everlasting and murmuring trees. Vim