Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-03

"No, Mr.. harris" said Maisrie, and sh
addressed herself in more direct manne
than she had ever vet done to the yount
man. "It is not to be thought OF. nj,
grandfather has work to be finished befor'
entertaining any other schemes. IL woule
be simply wasting time to begin and arrange
about another book.
He felt himself silenced and humbled, hs
hardly knew why. Had she construed hi
proffered assistance into an offer of charity.
and resented it accordingly But he could
find no trace of offended pride in the refined
and gentle features when next he ventured
| to look at her, She had said her say; and
that was enough. And her grandfather
seemed to know she was in the right; moth
| ing further was mentioned about the new
proposal-at least at this particular time.
Dessert had come; and the business o. choos-
ing from among those abundant fruits made
q kind of break.
When at length they were about to de-
part, there was no confusion about the bill,
for Vincent intimated to the old man that
he had already arranged about that; and
Mr.. Bethune seemed satisfied, while Maisrie
had passed on in front and did not hear.
She was very light-hearted and talkative as
they walked away home. Her protest
against the proposed publication, II 1t
showed little frmness at the time, had
left no panied feeling behind it, she was
now as blithe as bird; to Vincent she
seemed to shed a radiance around him, as II
she were some supernatural being, as she
passed through those twilit streets. Once
she said something in French--in Canadian
Freuch-to her grandfather; and the Young
man thought that never in all his life had
he heard anything so sweet and fascinating
as the soft and blurred sound of the RS. He
was to hear little more OF that Canadian
French on this evening. When they reached
their lodgings, the old gentleman again
asked his.young friend to come in for little
while; the temptation was too great; he
yielded; and followed them up into the
dusky small parlor.
"Now we will have serious smoke, said
George Bethune, with decision, as he took
down his long clay pipe. IA cigarette
after dinner is a mere irivolity. Maisrie,
lass, bring over that box of cigars tor Mr..
Harris"
But Mr.. Harris firmly declined to smoke.
even as he had declined to take any wine:
what was he going to sacrifice next as
subtle little tribute to the exalted character
of this young creature? Maisrie Bethune
seemed hardly to understand, and was lit
tie surprised; but now she had to go away
upstairs, to Law aside her things: so the Two
men were left alone, to chat about the affairs
of the day until her return.
When she came down again, her grand
father said
"Sing something, Maisrie."
. "You know can't sing, grandfather, but
never refuse you, for it is not of any use, I"
said she, contentedly as she took the violin
out of its case. "But Mr.. Harris has had
enough of Scotch songs this evening.
must try something else. And perhaps you
may have heard the air in Canada" she
added, addressing the young man from out
of the partial darkness.
And now what was this new enchantment
she was about to disclose and practice? In
plain truth, she had very little voice; but
he did not notice that; it was the curiously
naive, and simple, and sincere expression Of
tone that thrilled through his heart, as she
proceeded to recite rather than to sing the
well-kuown &c etait une fregate," the vio-
lin aiding her with its low aud plalntive
notes:
c. etait une frepate