The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1891-08-22

| The season in town was dull one; he
had been a 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: IL 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 Denis2 Her
words failed her now and then; her
merry speech had a trick Of dropping
into silence when his hand touched hers
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. was born at sea-
It's music was my slumbering song in in
fancy, my JOY song in childhood. my
dream song always"-
And shall be nowT'-
Only something in the voice, the
look; only bent head and lips which
stay; they did not brush the fairy dust
from the pretty butterfys wing. Not
yet, not quite yet.
"Happy Marinai' he said; happy
child My sea sings rougher song. It
is the sea of the world"
lyon 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. l
am glad you do not love it more"
who taught you to scorn the world?'
"Scorn it9 respect it as mighty in
stitution. Do not listen with due rev.
erence to the world maxims and world
stories you and Lady Katharine repeatT
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 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.
Are you beginning to be bored?"
Bored? No."
"You find Marina Interestingly"
Very"
Then silence Lady Katharine poked
the fire to blaze that she might see his
face. 1t was inscrutable.
At length he spoke. II wonder, Kitty,
xxyhok iv,611<.oA 70 OH ho~o
nowr
Life in Thirltown was not amusing
me. Is not that sufficient"
"Flattererl | might believe you but
for one thing Since my arrival you
have scarcely vouchsafed me a single
hour of your undivided attention"
lyon have. nevertheless. amused your
SELF"
Yes You asked me to take her off
your hands for time, and have taken
care to give me every opportunity You
have told herr"
81 have not supposed it necessary"
1T is necessary You will tell her to-
night.
"And your
1T is not subject care to allude to.
1 shall be silent, provided you promise
she shall know"
81 will make my opportunity"
The days passed, and every morning
the dark eyes met the sun more gladly,
and every night the red lips parted In
more tender fashion on repeating his
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 a ball at the
park Marina's first ball; q new delight
of the enchanted region into which she
had entered that wild March morning.
1.-THE incarnation of spring." said
Heathcote, moved almost to poetic fancy
by the sight of her radiant face.
"Perhapa But spring Is capricious,
and chills with cutting breath when
most we are rejoicing In her beauty"
said Katharine. hating the child yet
more
my little siren, whispered Denis as
be and Marina glided past.
ITO lure men to destruction Say
rather
~ will say nothing beyond this rich
praise, that you alone are you"
Poor little butterfly, bashng in such
sun rays of speech, believing the flowers
would never fade or the magic light
grow dim.
Heathcote. with blind pertinacity, re-
fused to be discouraged. His chance
was surely good one; he would put II
10 the test at once Katharine, divining
bis intention, felt that the hour Of her
triumph drew near. "She will refuse
him. and he will come to me then, and
will learn to care more than ever he
cared before. It is the way of men.
have tricked her into It: have done
well, and now
Marina danced on. innocent, beauti.
ful, happy. This hour of delight was
the crown Of her seventeen years, and
life was very fair. Sir Denis scarcely
left her side; he found her strangely in.
teresting. more so than he cared to con-
fess. Was child like this to snare him
into loves sweet folly7 he asked himself.