The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-08-31

as a hunter--besides, my life is insured, >
he whispered slyly. sNo, mol Miss
Madge, I'm only joking, rs she made a
raid on the pie, in pretended punishment
for his insolenoe. 1T looks sumptuous,
delicious--the very prince of pastiesp
AS he spoke he placed a liberal portion
on his plate, having first helped the
ladies.
Now, you know, to carry out all ira
diticns Of well regulated picnics, some
one ought to have forgotten the salt. By
the-bye, where is it, if l dare ask, re-
membering Vatel, with feigned glance
of timidity at Madge.
'sVatel! Whoever was he? the girl
asked laughing.
'.Why-at least, am not sure if it
was Vatel, or some other famous cook,
who committed suicide because his mas
ter put salt in his soup, thereby intimat-
ing that its davoring was not perfection
do not want to see Miss Madge rush
away from us suddenly and jump off the
cliff, you know"
Long, long would the memory of that
happy day, its golden sunshine and
pleasant fooling, be engraven on their
memories.
Olive wayered for a moment in her
Judgment. Could this man, who laughed
and joked so gayly, with evidently no
thought of anything but the present
moment, really have dark and guilty
secret hidden in his breast2
But all the same, where is the salt:
should like some, too, said practical
Mrs. Treyylian.
The next minute, after searching the
provision hamper, they all looked blank
Iy at one another Harold burst out
laughing, and the others followed his ex-
ample,
Perhaps it is in the other hamper"
suggested Madge Mamma packed that;
so if it is not, she is the culprit." She
drew the basket towards her.
Indeed, did no such thingl I was
just wondering what was In it, said
Mrs. Treyylian.
Harold cut the strings, and unwrapping
layers of silver paper, drew out two
enormous punches of purple grapes, black
and heavy with ripeness, and basket of
velvet skinned, rosy peaches. A box OF
French bon bons, chocolate dragees and
creams, and quantity shaped, rush COW
cred flask Of rare foreign liquor, COM
pleted the contents Of the hamper.
only little dessert ventured to
bring as my contribution to our al fresco
spread. Oh, please do not thank me; it
is I who owe you all the gratitude for
letting me come with you, said Harold,
with his usual courtliness, selecting the
best peach for Mrs. Trevylian as he spoke.
.sThose things never came from Penz-
ance," Olive said quietly, with pene-
trating glance at Harold. He must have
paid three or four guineas at least for
that hamper: and yet he pretends to be
poor. I don't believe it, she reflected.
1.-The secret then has nothing to do with
money. That is SO much information
gained"
.sOf course not" Harold answered the
spoken part of her thoughts, by placing
some grapes on her plate. Would any
thing so prosaic be worthy of the day
and occasion? MOI did not get the
basket with its contents from Penzance;
but invoked the aid of friendly sprite
who brought it from fairyland"
In other words, you got it down from
Fortnum and Mason's by parcel post, "
said Madge, reading the label, with a
mischievous CLEAN in her eyes.
What shame to spoil my bit of TO
nance. thought you Cornish people
were firm believers in fairies and witches;
or should not have ventured to trade on
your credulity"
Harold and she had strayed down to
the waters edge, and were out of hear
ing of the others.
Mr.. Darlington, tell me what did
that horrid old woman say to you when
/ had left the COTTAGE Was it anything
bad? wanted to ask you when l got
the chance" said Madge, earnestly, I'M
needing his quizzical remark
Nothing; at least nothing of any con-
sequence. Don't trouble your head about
her. At any rate do not feel much
frightened"
Madge looked relieved, and began with
light heart to collect purple and red sea
weeds and tinted shells from the wet
sands, in memory of this day, the hap
piest of her life.
THE tide is coming in. It is time we
thought of returning home, said Har-
old, as the green waves rushed up to their
feet, leaving wreath of foam behind
them in receding. But while they could
they fingered. In q short time the party
reluctantly left the bay, Harold having
fetched the pony cart from Dinah Retail
lacks cottage.
The door of the shed stood open and
the pony was harnessed, evidently hav.
ing been fed. But Dinah herself was
nowhere to be seen, and though Harold
knocked many times at the door of the
hut, wishing to thank her for her care
of the horse, she did not appear.
And so they took their homeward way
over the gray moorland hills, the ali
blowing soft and cool and the stars be.
ginning to glimmer silvery white against
the saffron tinted sky.
All seemed peace, and yet storm
cloud was gathering darkly in the fan
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