Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-04-05

Hatreil. for I had been trembling lest be
should call me Daisy. 1t was q relief to find
him properly ceremonious, but did not know
how brief the respite was to be and how SCOT
ne was going to shatter the citadel OF my self
respect
He looked at all the books again, rearransed
them Mechanically on the table. took up my
sketch block and looked critically at the hai If
mn sketch of a group of sycamores by
the bend In the opposite shore. ! don't sup.
pose he recognized them though he must have
known the originals from his boyhood. tool
my little bit of embroidery out Of my basket.
1t was one OF my numerous beginnings in q
new style of work, which don't often 60 beyond
carefully with silk Of the wrong color and
began a bit of a scroll Every stitch had to
come out when took up my work again this
morning. don't seem to have known what
color was using.
Miss Hatrell.' he said at last, 'when is thi,
marriage to be-"
concluded that he must mean my marriage,
though he put his question rather vaguely.
II don't know. There is no date fixed yet.
Not for ages. perhaps"
mean weeks. There is no date fixed? But the
marriage is fixed, l suppose. There is no doubt
as TO that"
NO, answered resolutely There is no
doubt; there never has been any doubt; there is
no room for doubt.'
You have never felt the slightest inclination
| to withdraw your promise. Such things have
been done. you know, and in all honor. Better to
discover now than later that your heart is not
wholly given to your fance-better for you,
happier for him. 1t is not ar honorable act to
marry man you do not love, only because
you have promised rashly."
Il have promised and l mean to keen nv
word" / answered, still resolute; and now the
shame had cooled, and / could feel from the
faint sickness OF my sinking heart that must
have turned deadly pale. Il have many rea-
sons for being true to my promise which you
cannot know, motives OF gratitude. motives CT
affection. / am not romantically in love with
my tiance. l don't think there are many
romantic marriages in our day. Girls have
grown more sensible. They no longer take
their ideas of life from s.fonspd Moore
knew that wes rafting on in a most
ridiculous way. bgk felt constrained to talk
1t was my only yeans OF hiding my confusion.
kind of cuttleffsh vivacity. by which hoped
to hide my thotghts in a cloud OF words
MIR. Florestad leant his arms upon the table
where my bookk and work were scattered, and
watched my facNearnestly while spoke. as if
he was reading the>thoughts behind all my
foolish babble.
You are not romantical.y in love with your
future" he repeated slowly but you have
promised to be his wife, and you mean to keep
your promise. You are perfectly contented
with your lot think that is the gist of wha,
=
what you mean"
Yes 1 answered stifiy that is what !
mean"
Then can only ask you to pardon nv i'm
pertinent questioning. and wish you good bye -
he said. rising slowly. and taking his nat
which he had put upon the bench beside him.
Il shall go to Scotland tonight"
He held out his hand and l gave him mine
without a word. l wonder which was the colder
thought of Mrs. Brownings smile of the
stone in the brook
All; If my hand could have lain in the hollow
OF his comfortably. as his possession, with
what wild happiness this heart would have
beaten.
We parted so. with most admirable gravity.
Sir Charles Grandson and Miss Byron could
not have behaved any better in a similar stua-
ton. And then. oil at once. "a l heard his foot
step grinding the gravel. Satan got hoLi of me
and ran after him. l did more than rum
flew. He was walking very fast and only
caught him within few PAGES of the gate
which opens out of the shrubbery into the road
close to his own domain.
Mr.. Florestan," gasped, too breathless to
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