Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-27

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 "I wish the accidents we read of were ell 1Abricakions, Miss Oastillain," said Col Stuart, in just the tone which made Mariorio sure that she had uttered silly and unfeeling speech-as she had done then, knowing it to be %. And is . penny-a-line an irresistible tempta- tion for untruth?" -~- ,. orr
 "Our neighbor is 50 very disagree able, e far a my knowledge goes, Miss Castillian." said tho artist. the scarlet rising slowly in his sunburned face a he spoke to her, ".that think your go- inx constantly to read to her and sse her is greater act of gsnsroAity than many would care to perform"
 "Oh, I don't go very often, returned Marjorie, turning away the subject li9htly, e she still felt the Colonel's re- buke. "6hs does not like me to so in the mornings, whsa she wears her own RrayJ hair; and I don't like going in Inc svenings, whom she wears her brown front"
 Fits vas laaghing-A short, clear laugh, which was tho Afst they had heard from him-but just ct that moment Neil bsnt to speak to Liaa In . low tone, and the laugh died shortly and suddenly on his lips. He mighthavs heard Sir Neil's few meaningless words if he had tried i; ho might have seen Lina's silent and ut terly indifferent reception of them but neither of these things prevented the gathering of dark, revengeful anger in hands with him before they left, but he Then he closed the door upon them, and ct down at onos to his work again, without one glance through the window.
 "Col. Stuart, asked Marjorie, as they two walked aide by side down the stiH little garden, some distance behind the others, !" did it strike you that MT. Speadir was very indifferent to Sir Neil's criticism-almestr rudsly SOP"
 "No, think not Was he9'
 "I am not quite sure that he really was 70, because what reason could there have beenp But I'm sure that the idea struck ms.'
 Again Neil's plans were frustrated by some unperceiyed tact, for, soon after they reached the lane, Ool. Stuart and Marjorie Joined Sir Neil and Lima, and they walked on in Q row again under the softly whispering leaves.
 That evening was bright and pleas ant one at High Athelston. Lima began to think, what Lady Athelston had known for years, that no party could be dull of which Marjorie Castillain was one, and Lima thought too, what Lady Athslston loved to think, that Marjorie was determined to show to Sir Neil how constantly he was in her thoughts, and what . pleasure it was to her to be in his society. And to Col. Stuart she was kotiy and impatiently defiant; only now and then . glimpse of saddsned regret would creep into the restless eyes after some more than usually willful reply.
 And he-always courteous, yet with . certain proud independence of her prov ooations, which sat wonderfully we'll upon him in his high-bred calmness- treated her just as no one else tr. ated her; fully, keenly appreciating her humor, as Marjorie herself knew feel ing tho wholesome freshness of every one of her original or generous thoughts l; seeing clearly all the good in her yet always glive to her faults, more alive to thela tAAp even Louisa was, only SO differently And Marjorie always knew that these faults of hers-so many that, As she told Lima, she had often tried in vain to count them during a whole morning-hurt him as they hurt no one o1bOS AUIt uAIu Jubt UoCduso Ao "nS SOOu himself. And yet-it was to him she d. ways showed these faults most glaringly. It was from him she hid the few good was too late now to change it all.
 asked L.dy Aths}ston. ~
 It Was the request that the girl always expected and compiled with at once for tho knowledge that Lady Athelston could not hear . note, and 'only asked because she knew how fond Neil was of the light, gay music which Marjorie al- waps accorded him, did not make her hesitate for moment. But tonight she rose very slowly, glancing c6m- ically the while into all the expectant faces.
 "What shall play ?" she asked, look. ing ct no one now standing, tall and 1.-the and graceful. at the piano. with idle hands-"esavs na.- T sonrsc or gsy'" ,..nonaoa Mai, promptly.
 "Grave," said Col Stuart, laughing.
 "Conhicting orders, rather" unused Marjorie. "Please don't make any other choice, Miss Chester. Neil, you said gay, didn't you? All right; I always dc y
 "' Tom and Jerry"
 She sat down slowly. and her face was hidden fren them. Lima was listening for tho quick, gay old tune she knew SC we'll but Marjorie had played for sev' eral minutes before she recognized it, SC oddly was 1t played, with such curious pathos. Lima could hardly believe hel ears. Was it "Tom and Jerrs "-that slow, sad airf Yes /; there was no mis- take, Through the rich. slow chords and mournful harmonies ran tho old mel ody distinctly and yet such Q wonder. full and touching strain was 1t all. that even though she fought with them great, slow tears rose In her eyes.
 "You chose Tom and Jerry, and ] like playing what you choose. " remarked Marjorie, rising with an air of comical satisfa6tioh yet Lima fancied that or her face, too, there had been @ gravity which she found it hard to chase away.
 "Do you call that gay ?" asked Neil, "You did" she answered, in quiet tone, while . laugh stole into Col