Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-04

what was to do when got there. An
now We are nearly there. I'm only stupi
little silly. I'm not fit to impress people
and Frank isn't much good either. He an
I will be regular new chums among thos
grand relations They'll look down upo
us, and perhaps turn US out of doors"
THAT I'm sure they won't do. You dea,
way into their hearts.
''Do you really think so. But dom
know anything. I've never been to
dinner-party in my whole life. I'm moth
!; ing but bush savage; and you see we ar
beggars don't suppose you know, bu
you see Dad was sent out to Australia be
cause he was shingle loose. Dad alway
has been a shingle loose. Yesl he is queer
Then Uncle Martins boy died, and lawyer
wrote something to Dad, and ever sine,
then we have had an allowance, pait
quarterly; but Dad gets hold of it, and it,
all gone before one of us can grab enough
for new frock. Uncle Martin hates Dad
and Mrs. Briggs says that old lawyer want
to do Dad and Frank out of their rights
and it was Mrs Briggs who talked to Frank
about it, and advised us to come straight
home and take them by surprise"
II think Mrs. Briggs was quite right, and
1t Is very likely when your uncle sees you
and your brother he may entirely change
his mind Go on, jamie, tell me more"
'T don't think there is anything more to
tell I'm frightened. I'm frightened OF
Aunt Sophia and Uncle Martin and that
old lawyer and the whole lot. I'm so
lonely. never felt SO lonely any time in
my life before, not even when was dread
fully unhappy and used to go out on moon
light nights and sit on q log by the Pelican
Swamp, and listen to the curlews and the
native dogs, and the mawpawks, and
wish was dead"
The words tumb1ed out in gasps. jamie
was nearly crying again. Mr.. Armstrong
| possessed himself of her hand and pressed
it tenderly.
"Don't cry, my dearest You needn't be
lonely. You need never feel lonely, as
| long as am alive, jamie"
jamie wrenched her hand away. 'sYou
mustn't On, I know what you are going to
say. Mrs Briggs told me"
'tMrs. Briggs told you what?"
''That men would make love to me, and
that 1 mustn't let them"
"I'm not making love to you, jamie.
Never mind Mrs Briggs love you. DO
you understand jamie? That's altogether
different from making love-"
"Is it?'
81 want you to be nv wife. I'm in earn
est. I love you 40 that I can't live without
you. I'll take care of you. 1t needn't
matter to you what the grand relations in
England say to you. I'm rich enough to
give & you @ everything you ,;a,i, can want. Only
Was it jamie Calderwood's voice that an
swered? 1t was the voice of a woman
brought suddenly face to face with great
reality and sobered into almost tragic
solemnity. II can't say that" she answered
very low.
He, too, was sobered. s'You mean that
you don't care for me?"
81 mean," she began and stopped; "I
mean" she began again desperately, 'that
it is all horrible mistake"
They were both silent and the steamer
glided on and the stars shone And there
was redder light than the stars bobbing
athwart the bow.
do you see?" cried Mrs Haddon, close
by them. eyes, it is. Miss Calderwood,
look. That's the light of Port Said; and
tomorrow we shall be in the Mediterra-
nean.''
Some sailors ran across the deck and
began uncoiling ropes near where jamie and
Mr.. Armstrong were sitting. They both
got up. She went beside Mrs Haddon.
People came along, and there was all the
excitement of coming into port. Mr.. Arm
strong had not the chance of another word
Win ner alone that evenings
Nor for several days afterward. The next
morning they were in the Mediterranean
indeed, but 1t was blowing a gale, and the
Mediterranean IN gale is about as disa-
greeable chopping sea as there is on the
globe. It was new experience to be tossed
about and to live with the port holes closed.
All the way from Singapore they had been
steaming with open windows through the
calmest tropical waters. Now half the pas
sengers found out that they were bad sail
ors, and jamie among them. At any rate,
for four days she kept her cabin, and four
days from Port Said brought them near
Marseilles The French coast was well in
sight when Mr. Armstrong again saw jamie.
Poor little jamie! That grey, drear day
seemed to have withered all her wild
flower prettiness and freshness. She
looked pale and cold and altogether
forlorn in her cotton gown and straw
hat, with Mrs. Haddon's cloak drawn
tightly round her shoulders. Was it sea-
sickness, he wondered, which had made
her 30 white and her eyes SO red and
sunken? Or had she been crying? The sea
was rough still, and she tottered as the YES
sci lurched under her. Mr.. Armstrong
rushed forward and offered her his arm,
to what his fate was to be. At that moment |
it seemed to him impossible that he could |
give up the hope of making this lovely |
pathetic creature his own. He was deter |
mined that before they reached Marseilles |
he would have his answer. He would force |
her to own that she loved him. And then
what did anything else matter? He
fancied that he could read the signs of love
in her averted eyes, in her trembling hand
and in the subdued voice with which she |
his eager questions.
cha h.l - Il Tl
,old. She hadn't wanted to come on deck,
The cold had got into her bones and if it
vas going to be like that in England, why
The thought she had better die at once or
Use 60 straight back to Australia No,
hey weren't going to stop in Marseilles.
They meant to 60 on to London by that
evenings train.
81 must get to London too as soon as I
.an," said Mr.. Armstrong; ''but I am
obliged to stay tonight in Marseilles to
meet cousin who is coming from Cannes
expressly to see me. 1 shall take the morn
ng's train and 1 shall be in England almost
ee you. Where shall I find you?"
''We are going to the Grosvenor Hotel"
aid Frank. 'Mrs. Haddon says it is a
.ood place and it's handy to Lowndes
square, which is where our relations live
Vhen they are in London. Of course
ont know what they'll say to u.s." he
dded with his nervous Australian laugh.
They may shat their doors upon u.s."
"I shouldn't think there's much chance
f that" said Mr.. Armstrong, con-
trainedly. II shall look you up and I
ope Miss Calderwood will let my lister
all upon her. Don't you want to get the
rst sight of Marseilles and the Chateau
'If?" he said, turning to jamie: ''and
,on't you come this way?" He led her