The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-12-27

ssShe will be 90 in May"
ssAnd / am 10 this very week. What
is one poor little year, a year" glee-
fully.
"But the difference in religion"
can obstacle, I grant, but not an in
superabie one. My uncle married an
English lady, a Protestant, and they have
been very happy together.
sBut think there is another man."
stammered, surprised at finding my out
posts carried SO easily.
ssYou do not mean to say that she is
compromised with any MANI? almost
fercely.
81 do not know what meaning You at
tach to that word, for the counts i'm
perfect French was not always intelli-
gible, ssThere is a young man, the son
Of neighbor, who has admired her a
long time"
ooh, he admires her?s with curl OF
the exquisite lips, as il to say, WHO
does not?"
..But think she may like him little"
"Why do you torture me sos Tell me
at once that they are betrothed. 2 cried
he, pale with concentrated anger.
He thought she had trified with him. 1
knew instantly, but quietly said: 81 can
not tell you exactly in whatrelation they
stand to each other, but think Miss st.
Clair would if she found an opportunity
to speak with you.
"You do not know how have tried to
make opportunities. go everywhere,
hoping to see you, and I have never met
you-not once. Won't you ask her to
come down tonight coaxingly, like a
child.
mot tonight; it is too late.y
81 must see Miss st. Clair tonight"
Impossible"
81 must see Miss st. Clair. Find out
for mo when can see her. I will go
with you" in white heat of passion.
I'VE had been alone for some little time.)
/ took the arm which he held out, not
a little agitated by the excess of emotion
which thrilled and quivered through his
youthful frame. as he hurried me up the
broad stone staircase and along the wide
corridors that led to our rooms. What
business had I to meddie9 How should
an old fogy like me know anything Of
the love affairs of this generation? The
girl would have managed more wisely
than I, reflected, by no means jubilant
over the result.
"Wait here;' and walked on to Miss
st. Glars door, opened it. and there sat
Helen in her pretty white wrapper,
bathed in the moonlight, serene as a star,
as if there were no passionate young
heart breaking in waves of anguish at
her feet. .Helen, the count is in the
corridor, and he will not go till have
told him when you win see him"
"How can I? You must think for me. !"
A hasty consultation. The count was
standing where had left him. "We
shall be at the Sistine chapel tomorrow
at o'clock"
He bowed and was gone.
/ did not sleep well that night. A
pretty person am to take charge of a
young grill wonder what Mr.. st. Clair
would think If he knew had made an
appointment for his daughter TO meet a
young Spaniard? On the way, however,
admonished Helen, as if no naisgiving
of my own wisdom had ever crossed my
mind: "You must be firm with him.
Tell him SO decidedly that he cannot
doubt you really mean it,
sYes," said she, .but do dread it SO.
/ can't bear his thinking that encour-
aged him"
"Then you did?"
Il didn't mean to, but lido like him;
and didn't think of his taking it so to
heart. Men are so strange! You think
you have charming friend, and then
they will go on just SO, boys and all, and
you have to take them or lose them; and
you can't take them. Tits too bad!"
We were at the door. The keeper
opened it, and there stood the count
waiting for US. Itwas not the first time
we had been in the wonderful chapel.
Fortunately, there were very few persons
there on this afternoon-none that we
knew. sat down to look at the grand
frescoes; Helen and the count walked on
to the farthest corner. i looked at the
Cum@an Sibyl, the Improvisation of age
and wisdom, and wished, as glanced at
the youthful figures talking SO earnestly
III tiic uiStdHcc, Dub uob u iuuTInur Vi
whose voices reached my ear, that she
would impart to me her far reaching
vision of futurity. gazed on the image
of the Eternal Father sweeping in ma
jestic fight through the air, bearing the
angels on his floating garment as he di-
vides the light from the darkness. saw
Adam, glad with new life, rising from
the earth, because the outstretched finger
of his Creator gave him conscious
strength. l looked at 1.-THE Last Judg~
ment," grown dim with years, till every
figure started out in intensity Of life, and
it seemed as if the faces would haunt me
forever.
And yonder still progressed the old,
ever new drama OF love and anguish.
with its two actors, who seemed scarcely
to have changed their position or taken
their eyes from each other. At length
they walked slowly toward me with more
serenity of aspect than / had dared to
hope.
"Shall we so into the picture gallery
asked the count.
II think we may have time to walk
through it," answered. 1T Is half