Passaic City record., 1891-01-22
loor. How they can play tennis. B,

ly, 'the service Is about to begin. If
you are going to stay, here is a prayer
book and hymnal. It is the seventeenth
day of the month, and"
But Jem was gone. 'Tilda slipped
her letter into prayer book, and read
it all through the first lesson.
"Couldn't have heard him, any way"
she said. Again she fingered after SER
vice. Again she laid her hand on the
stone knights.
'sThank You," she whispered.
ssYou have done me good. You
write very nice letters, although
you are rather afraid of express
ing yourself. You sketch well,
too. should like to go sketching with
you some day-William; which remark
seemed somewhat inappropriate when
addressed to stone efigy some centu-
ries old. 'Tilda suddenly pulled rose
bud from her belt and pushed it under
the stone hand. ssThere!" she said.
'sThere's to your memory and mine, too,
and don't let anybody take it away unless
he bears your name. Sir Knight, bid
you farewellm
The next day they went to Paris.
Dressmal1ers, sightseeing, and the usual
American round of Partisan pleasure.
'Tilda bought gloves at the Louvre,
mouchoirs at the Bon Marche, ate the
light waffies fried in the open air, drank
the very mild syrups, and declared them
a travesty on sodawater. All these things
she did, besides wishing herself back In
England. Letters could no longer be
inclosed, for the bankers now had
permanent address, and woe unto 'Tilda
if an epistle bearing certain postmark
fell into the hands of Tom or Jem.
'TiIda didn't care for Paris. 'Tilda
couldn't bear the chatty boulevards, and
the beligerent cocher with his swapping
whip. 'Tilda looked for letters, and re-
ceived news that friend had migrated
to the self-same cathedral town for
sketching.
'Tilda's eyes grew big with a newly
found idea, and she glanced cautiously
at Jem, who was reading at the window.
Then she rested her chin on both hands,
and considered.
s'He almost said so, that day we went
on the walk. In fact he did, but made
a face or something, and | suppose he
thought didn't care one snap. On, but
I do, thought found that out as soon
as he was out of sight. Queer, wasn't
it2 Out of sight, in mind But have
no time to moraIize-not $50 here
goes" and 'Tilda wrote letter. To-
day the end came the following:
ssYou will find friend of mine in the
cathedral He lies in the first space to the
right of the choir. liked him first because
he was more natural than the others. Then
I fonnd out his name, and as it was yours,
too, perhaps liked him none the less"
SO far SO good. Here 'Tilda bit her
pen.
81 left flower in his hand, )" she wrote on,
rapidly. 81 dare say no one has placed one
there for long time Perhaps If he knew
you bore his name he would not mind your
taking it. We shall reach Dover on Tuesday
by the packet"
With very red face 'Tilda sealed her
letter and posted it herself. There was
no time for an answer, but there was
young man at Dover to meet the packet,
and Tenn pinched his sister enthusiast
cally.
Very sweet and quiet was 'Tilda. Not
a gleam of mischief in her eyes, not
trace of embarrassment in her manner.
Poor Greyson had been in Doverfor two
rainy days, with only very dusty and
dilapidated rosebud in his pocket for
compensation. 'Tllda's unusual quiet
and calmness he thought rather worse
than the rainy weather, and when she
declared herself tired to death and left
the hotel parlor at nine o'clock. his dis
comfiture was complete. Could there
be some fellow in Paris2
In the morning all was changed, and
'Tilda descended to breakfast in fresh
gown and her most impudent manner.
Everything pleased her, and when Grey
son proposed walk with the boys, she
assented with apparent enthusiasm. All
went well until Jem became possessed
with most unruly spirit.
"Tom," he remarked, with solemnity,
"I have always heard that the Dover
shops are particularly celebrated for the
pretty girls behind the counters. Tom!
it is our duty to investigate"
"Jem," remarked 'Tilda, sit is GER
tainly uncomplimentary to your sisters
small pretensions at beauty to be- furced
to resort to shop-girls,
''Tilda, my dear sister, our admira-
ton is quite superfluous, and we will bid
YOU fond farewell" With which very
pretentious leave-taking, Jem dragged
Tom away.
'Tilda looked as she felt, a little
blank. Greyson looked at 'Tilda.
Then that young lady rallied her forces.
''Boys are rather amusing sometimes"
she remarked" 'sThey always tease me
in some way, but this is new direction.
Nothing like variety, you know"
eyes" he admitted; ssvariety in some
things, but not in Others"
ooh! the exception proves the rule.
of course-or tries to. Do you consider
me the rule, the exception or the variety
-show2"
ssNow, Miss 'Tilda, what do you mean
when you talk so2"
s.Mean2 I'm sure don't know. Moth