Nevada County picayune., 1890-07-24
nd both melted into an amused

and both melted into an amused smile.
 The remaining month and half of Nettic's stay came. One bright moonlight night the two girls, Nettic and Lillian, cruelty wondered off with three gentlemen down to the river side. Nettie, of course, with Hillary, and another, while Lillian contented herself with George Flow CTS, who, since his stay, had affected her society great deal. They sat down and watched the play of the eN quisite moonlight on the water. That Is. most of them watched it; not so with Hillary. He sat gazing upon Ncttie-his face in the shadow, hers Tn the moonlight-and hardly saying a word. Lillian seated close by Net tie (for since Miss French's visit they were almost InSeparable) was full of laughter and talk.
 Returning homcward Nottie and Hillary sauntcred suspiciously in the rear, while Lillian this time took the other two in tow. Lillian's bright ness had now almost deserted her she spoke in monosyllablcs. The night was deliciously cool and pleas ant, and her companions attributed much of her quietude to the beauty of the evening. With her, however, the reasons were entirely different. She was trying to catch the low spoken words of those who were lin gcring behind.
 Suddenly she gave herself q gentle shake.
 "CoId:" asked George.
 No, indeed But l feel that l should like to dance awhile tonight. It is such an inspiring time. feel full of collaboration and vivacity."
 Next day, taking her umbrella and book, Lillian was starting towards a fayorite place on the river bank, when Hillary called if he might ac- company her.
 Now. he will tell me, she thought, with mental shivcr; then aloud to him: "Ycs. but where is Ncttic:"
 She ha, gone sailing.
 T thought she was away" she laughed, "or else you would not have felt >o lonely"
 Here deep silence followed till they reached the shady nook they were in quest of, Both sat down upon the messy couch.
 "Why did you make use of that sarcastic little speech, Lillian: :" he qucrricd,
 "Bccause any one can see that Miss French, since her visit, has made a most visible impression upon you--in fact, you appear to adore her, Hillary. watched you closely last night and l think you are in love at last. Do you remember our conversation of some time ago :" and she laughed coqucttishly.
 1t is true, Lillian, as you say. l am in love at last, and have been for some time, but you are mistaken as to the object It is you, Lillian --l love you. l adore you-will you be minc:'
 No, you cannot-yo must love Nettic French,
 No, no, Lillian, it is you love tho l never felt it. It stole my heart m sweet, gentle way, dear est, and did not know until it was too late"
 "lIilliary, how too latc:" asked the girl.
 "Why, till you loved that fellow George Flowers, whom you seemed so attentive to last night" f"
 But I don't love George"
 "Why, Lillian:'
 No. Did it look SO to you: Well, they say love is blind, =" she remarked, pointedly.
 Lillian, is il l you love-" he asked eagerly, taking both her hands in his.
 "les, goosey; and oh, it was so hard to hide" she replied with trem- bling lips and the dark eyes full of tears.
 We draw curtain over the lovers, pitying poor George Flowers, and remarking that worldly minded wo- men like Nettie French generally fail in their purposes though they may be backed up by beauty, piquancy and chic.