The morning news., 1891-02-01
Julia Bingham blushed all over her deli

Julia Bingham blushed all over her deli
cate skin.
"I-I-thought l recollscted you," she
said. "Helen-this is Mr. Curzon-I knew
him long ago, and he always called Maud
and myself Punch and judy" Aud the
young girl laughed.
"TheY still keep their names, Mr.
Curzon," said Helen Drummoud in her
frank way. "I always call Judy here Judy,
and Maud is Punch to every one, l think,
but Lady Ennismore and Miss Sinclair"
Miss Sinclair is the handsome governess,
isn't she's" said Curzoa.
"She may have been handsome y
answered Helen, with the condescension
with which the very young speak of the
personal attractions of those who have lived
little longer In the world.
May have beenm echoed Curzon with a
laugh. 81 assure you 1 thought her very
handsome two years ago. But beg your
pardon-I forgot the two years-Miss Bing-
ham, allow me to present to you my friend,
Mr.. Roche. We are on our road to Bracken-
ford, and your servant here tells us that
Lord Enuismore did not expect us until the
afternoon train. Perhaps you will allow us
to walk so far with you across the hillsi
never was at ,Brackenford. you know, and
we might lose our way" And again Curzon
laughed.
my father will be so sorry !" hesitated
Julia.
"Of course, you can walk with u.s." said
Helen. "How lucky it was we came up to
the station-we rather expected something
by the trainn
show lucky for US, indeedl" said Curzon.
arrived safelyf
Julia blushed painfully at this question,
which was made In all good faith by the
young man. But Helen answered him with
an arch bright laugh.
'No, indeed" she said, ''our expectations
have been disappointed; but land she gave
a pretty little shrug) we must cen try to
bear il.
all events, we have been the gamers, {"
said Roche gallantly; and he looked at
Helen with his bright dark eyes.
Five minutes later Roche was walking by
the side of Helen's pony, through the town
of Mortonbury. The gossips looked after
them, specializing and talking; looked after
them as they quilted the town and began
to ascend the winding paths toward Brack-
enford. But the four young people never
noticed the gossips. They were at that
happy age when enjoyment is so easily ct
tainable. The future was before them, and
the past cast no shadows across it. Francis
Roche was thinking what charming hand
some girl Miss Drummond was, and Helen
was thinking that it was very agreeable to
have good-looking young man to talk to.
| Unconscious of any coming trouble they
rode on. They were young, they were
happy, and yet an evil fate walked behind
| them and followed them unseen over the
misty hills.
Suddenly Helen's glad voice stopped in
the middle of a sentence, and an exclama
tion escaped from her pretty lips.
"What's the matterW asked Roche.
"Look," said Helen, pointing with her
riding whip to figure now visible in the
distance, edo you see that lady and two
children just at the turn of the path there
That Ii Lady Ennismore and Punch anC
| Pat-perhAps she will scold us for having
made your acquaintance"
"But Curzon is an old friend of Mis-
Bingham's, you know" answered Roche
smiling.
ITO be sure. l forgot thatr said Helen
Besides, Lady Ennismore never scolds us
She is the dearest woman In the Who'll,
worldr'
"That is great praise" answered Roche
"but l can almost believe it to be true.
have seen Lady Ennismore and admire hel
immensely
Every one must admire her" said Helen
with enthusiasm. "She is good, she il
beautiful; sweeter woman never lived
than Lady Ennismore.n
In the meanwhile the woman Heller
Drummond called SO good and beautiful haC
in her turn recognized the figures approach
ing her. And as she did SO she became visi
bly, and painfully agitated. Her color cam'
and went, her lips quivered, and with grea
difficulty she at last mastered some almost
overpowering emotion, before she met Heller
and Roche, who were in advance of the
others.