Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-09

. d'lm sure 70 lose mn WlbnOu6 Ino He tract;s,Q of a new dress, sighed Marjorie. "T feel l% over me like a covering as Mrs. Fry kSs it in her book"
 "You must go looking well, re- turned her father, shorty, Ioohlng as well as your siNter pu. you othars do it on your Own1 allowance tuners "oh. what a cram w cried the girl, with d good-humored shrug of her shoulders: for which gesture, as well as for the forbidden term, she offered no
 Really. Marjorie" began Ser sister, "papa has SO often prohibited t.Sat style
 "I,ook here, papa" struck in his younger daughter, debonnairly, Nsh Atheiston has fallen hopelessly in love with his mothers companion, and ex- pect shall have to be the one to 'break 1t gently to hls mother Won't there be a scene
 and beWildered. Was this one of her random speeches only? Or was 1t the utterancs of a horrible doubt which had been lately lowering vaguely about him.
 "Tm not a bit surprised" she con- tinued, quietly setting down her empty | cup. "No man could have resisted her last night when she sung 'The Blind Girl to Her Harp.' Louisa, didn't she look beautiful, perfectly beautiful, at that harp of Lady Athelston's !? won- der whether her Iadyship ever played it as well, and wonder who taught Miss Chester2 I shall be obliged to have | lessons"
 'It strikes me you are talking an in- excusable amount of rubbish" inter- rupted MT. Castillain, snappishly. "What does that girl-only a kind of upper servant in the house, after ali, though have nothing to say against her what does she want coming forward as she does, and being made so much of ?"
 "She anuses and entertains Lady Athelston. What higher mission could girl have? and she's paid to do it, don't you know P returned Marjorie. "Im only telling you how her beauty and her voice struck me-and others, too; but, then, she was not the only beautiful girl there. Louie looked very weii-exceedingly weii-and sung we'll, too, appealing to the audience with, 'Oh, say not woman's heart is bought r There wasn't any one there who would have been impolite enough to say it; but still it was wise to be on the safe side. And, after that, you should have heard Enstace Jeffrey requesting us to 'Oh, leave him to his sorrow r"
 "By heavens, Marjorie P interposed the Squire, getting very red in the face. "you can be an utter idiot when you like What has all this to do with Neil Athelston and yourself? Did you make yourself disagreeable
 GIT" questioned Marjorie, with slow astonishment. "Oh. no always make myself agreeable to Neil; that's why l am jealous of Miss Chester, and that s why I was so anxious to sing, T wish I didn't love him, or that he loved me. ,"
 "Mariorie, how very vulgar some of your ideas are 1" drawled Louisa, as she rose from her seat.
 "But I resisted the temptation" con- cluded Marjorie, musingly, "and en- joyed myself as much as l always do with Neil"
 "Of course you do," assented her father, in a quick tone of relief, "and of course you always will, though you talk great deal of rubbish and buffoonery. Now, don't let me hear anything more of Miss Chester's absurd ambition l hope you know your own position too well even to notice it. Mind you go to that ball looking as you ought to look. You can afford it well enough"
 Uttering which genial and generous command, MT. Castillain left the room.
 "Poets have written, and minstrels have sung A Fathers Love-" laughed Marjorie, as the door closed behind him, but its depths have notquite been sounded yet"
 The sisters were standing opposite each other at the fire now, Marjorie with one foot on the fendar aud her shoulder against the chimney piece and Louisa upright on the rug, selecting various keys from the little basket in her hand.
 "Before you go, Louie," said her sis ter, with @ sudden change to that gentle wistfulness which seemed as much to belong to her winning voice as its gayety did, "I want to ask you one question. When we were at High Athelston last night, Lady Athelston told me that you had been writing again for hel about Miss Chester, having been tired oi waiting for an answer to your last letter. Is this true?"
 "Ouite true" assented Miss Castil. lain, setting the key-basket down upon the table again and showing nothing oi
 With strong effort, Marjorie checked the words that rose to her lips and ut tered very different ones.
 "Why?" she asked quite gently. "Was not one letter enough?"
 "We cannot tell until we know the result of the second one," answered Louisa, chillily.
 "Do you think it didn't reach Lon donq"
 "How can tell ?" asked the elder , sister. of it were not that-that know who posted it should say there had been foul play"
 "From whom
 "From Miss Chester, or her accom- pices-whoever they may be. "But you do know who posted it, anG so that is impossible" returned Mario rie, calmly.
 She paused 8 little, then continued with strange earnestness:
 "Louie, is that-that second letter gone?"
 "Yes."