The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-08-25
wonted beauty. murmured. IAN goes

MIN, and, indeed, Chero was always uG-
tie air of reticence about her which Sir |
Denis found delightful Accustomed to
the ways of women, and smiled upon by |
almost every type of them, he was |
amused to find that this darkeyed little |
sea maiden had wit enough to hold her |
own against his attack. 1t made the con-
test rather more interesting. Had she
bent that dainty head of hers to his first |
touch, he would have left her and gone
back to his old familiar haunts without |
giving her another thought. But she
was hardy little flower, and, seeing the
bravery of her bearing. he waited on
from day to day. from week to week.
The season in town was dull one; he
had been little bored before leaving.
and this child was worth studying.
But Arthur Heathcote failed to under
stand the gradual change in her and
wooed her still in his somewhat heavy
fashion. He took courage to remark to
Lady Katharine: 81 declare believe she
likes me best. Isn't she bit shy with
Beauchamp2 Just little afraid Of him.
it strikes me-"
Was she afraid of Sir Denis? Her
words failed her now and then; her
merry speech had a trick of dropping
ever SO lightly. The sea murmured
strange things as they wandered together
in unfrequented ways.
'You love it?' he said. as she staid
her steps beside it.
1T is my world. 1 was born at sea-
its music was my slumbering song in in
fancy. my JOY song in childhood. my
dream song always
EsApd shall ho pOup"
Only a something in the voice, the
look; only bent head and lips which
stay; they did not brush the fairy dust
from the pretty butterfy's wing. Not
yet, not quite yet.
Happy Marinar' he said; 'fhappy
childl My sea sings rougher song. 1t
is the sea of the world"
You love it?" she questioned demure-
ly, echoing his phrase and beating back
the riotous thoughts.
''It loves me; is not that enough?"
She laughed softly. "Quite enough.
am glad you do not love it more"
! "Who taught you to scorn the worldT"
''Scorn it? respect it as mighty in
stitution Do not listen with due rev.
erence to the world maxims and world
stories you and Lady Katharine repeats?
There was faint infection of sorrow
| in his tone as he replied: Don't let her
spoil you, little one. The life song the
sea sings you is a nobler one than ours"
'.As Gods world is nobler than mans. +"
She stole away very quietly on their
return, and left him alone with Lady
Katharine. They talked on Indifferent
subjects.
"You are pleased to be dull, Denis.
| 70 won hn0inDinp to ha b0rad2f
"Bored2 No."
You find Marina interesting?
Very
the fire to a blaze that she might see his
face. 1t was inscrutable.
At length he spoke. 81 wonder, Kitty,
what induced you to ask me here just
nowT
Life in Thirltown was not amusing
me- Is not that sufficient"
"FlattererI might believe you but
for one thing. Since my arrival you
have scarcely vouchsafed me single
hour of your undivided attention"
You have. nevertheless, amused your
self
Yes. You asked me to take her of
your hands for time, and have taken
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have told her?"
Il have not supposed it necessary.
1T is necessary You will tell her to-
night
'.And your
1T is not subject care to allude to.
shall be silent, provided you promise
she shall know"
ii will make my opportunity.
Tho dox md 11c
the dark eyes met the sun more gladly
and every night the red lips parted il
more tender fashion on repeating hi
name.
Lady Katharine watched her closely
"All goes well, "-she murmured still, and
at last she made her opportunity.
. Thirltown was en- fete for Easter, and
Lady Katharine Dyson gave ball at th'
park. Marina's first ball; a new deligh
of the enchanted region into which sh,
had entered that wild March morning.
'The incarnation of spring, sait
Heathcote, moved almost to poetic fanc,
by the sight of her radiant face.
, Perhaps. But spring is capricious
and chills with cutting breath whel
, most we are rejoicing in her beauty,
said Katharine. hating the child ye
| more.
MY little siren" whispered Denis a
: he and Marina glided past.
} ITO lure men to destructionf Sa.
rather
II will say nothing beyond this ricl
: praise. that you alone are you
D Poor little butterfly, basking in sucl
r sun rays of speech, believing the flower
: would never fade or the magic ligh
grow dim
a Heathcote. with blind pertinacity, re
r fused to be discouraged. Bis chanc