The Opelousas courier., 1891-07-25

through Europe for a year, she invited
her to come a month sooner, spend May
at Crofton, and then join her friends on
their arrival in London.
ct first, Lady Crofton feared that her
protegee had not made a favorable i'm
preston upon her fastidious brother. In
! fact, he told her very frankly that he
considered her friend the most free and
easy young person he had ever had the
| pleasure of meeting.
II don't think her conversational
style is what one would term elegant.
As a sample, / was quoting a French
proVelb this morning, and she politely
invited me to come off of that, and talk
United States Now, she may be very
beautiful; ] don't deny it; but she isn't
exactly the style | admire"
"How easily taken la you are, Jack!n
laughed his sister. ssParker told me
about that, and said she only did it to
horrify you. I'll tell her she succeeded.
She uses all that dreadful slang for your
especial benefit; and as for French, she
speaks it as we'll as YOU do.n
In spite of Miss Grey's collection Of
slang and typical American manners,
Lord Melton became aware that he liked
the "wlld Indian more and more every
day, until he confessed to himself that
she was s'exactly the style he admired
There being no other guests at Crofton
during Miss Grey's visit, she and Lord
Melton naturally saw a great deal of each
others society. Each being a very at
tractlve young person, it was not surpris-
ing that the outcome of numerous tate-
a-tete walks and rides. and duets in the
softlylighted drawing-room after din
ner, should be an exceedingly warm
friendship, which promised to develop
into something more.
So the last two weeks of October
dr1fted happily and swiftly By, and then
the climax was reached.
Miss Grey's departure was drawing
near, and that gay and laughter-loving
young lady became noticeably absent
minded, and even pensive. Lord Mel
ton, wise in his generation, smiled
quietly to himself at these outward and
visible signs Of that disturbing malady-
love.
One afternoon about dusk, when the
light IN the drawing-room was from
open fire, Miss Grey entered, and,
at the piano, let her fingers a
der idly over the keys. Evidently she
IN a melancholy frame Of mind. for
began to sing, softly and plaintively:
= know not why I love thee, thou dost not
And yet my heart viii wander, forever back
to thee,
For
Here the song came to an abrupt end, fol-.
arm encircled Miss Grey's slender |
waist, aud a low voice said p~assionately:
'tBut ! do love you, my darling. Sure
y you know it. viii you make me
sweetheart Be my wife,
With 4 quick exclamation, Miss Grey |!
attempted to rise and to remove the de-
arm, but Lord Melton clasped her
trembling hand in bis and held It d d
i've. She sank back upon the music
tool, and with averted face, remained
ilent.
HTell me, my darling, that you love
ne, pleaded the voice which had be-
'onle as music to her ears. Yet she made
u reply. As Ne waited for her to speak,
le could hear distinctly the beating Of
Ter heart.
sAnswer me- he said at last, rather
my love deserves 1t least al
nsWer, and this coquetry isunWorthy of
gu, ParkerF1
Then slowly she turned her down-cast,
flushing face, until the freight shone
oil upon It, and raising r~eproaehful, low
ag eyes ~ bis, let him read iii them the
ecret which her lips refused to confess.
But there was one power which had
ot heen consulted il this alliance of
and America. and that power
'as Mrs. Horatio Mortimer. &c men
'otld only realize The wisdom of ssbe.
off with the Did love before they are
Q With the new, how many eomplica.
f',s 1aleht Aa avaldea.