The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-05-16
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10 Colonel Severn the next day
seemed q very long one. 1t
would be intruding, he felt, to
call again on his new tenants SO
soon; and. besides, they would
have plenty to do arranging things
according to their taste. He wondered
how the sitting-room would look when
be saw it again whether 1t would be
stamped with the unmistakable signs Of
. woman's presence, and whether, from
Its appearance, he would be able to
guess anything OF that especial woman's
individuality She was SO gentle, so
graceful in every movement, and her
voice 1t was like music.
That morning he sent over a large
basket of dollhouse flowers and fruit,
and received short note Of thanks from
Mr.. Bowyer himself, to whom they had
been addressed, new feeling Of shyness,
utterly foreign to his nature, having
prevented him from Offering them direct
to her for whom they were really intended.
Strangely enough, he did not at once
guess to what all these systems tended.
He was too IMMERSED in the arts Of love
to know that he was coming under the
influence Of the mischievous little god.
Twelve o'clock was the earliest hour
at which he could 90 over on the follow
ing morning, and exactly at the stroke
of the clock he started of.
He walked quickly, but the way
seemed SO long that he branched off into
q short cut that led through the park
across small ditch into the Dover
House garden. Passing over the soft
grass, his footsteps fell almost noise
lessly; and, as he came to where the
trees We're thickest, he heard low
sobbing sound, and stopped to discover
what it was. Moving few steps
further on, he saw that it was the girl
who had been SO constantly In his
thoughts since he made her acquaint-
.ance only two days before. She was
standing with her face buried in her
hands, weeping as though her heart
would break, while every violent sob
seemed to shake her slight figure so that
1t was pitiful to witness. So at least
George Severn found it.
He stood there for moment hesita-
ting what to do, trembling with excite
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struggling with the knowledge that any
such desire was futile. With a heart
full of sympathy, he turned hastily and
walked away in the direction whence he
had come. When he reached his desti-
nation, he received q cordial welcome
from Mr.. Bowyer, and for nearly an
hour they talked together, finding many
subjects in common; then light step
was heard outside, and Ellen Warde
entered the room.
She bowed and smiled in answer to
Colonel Severn's somewhat confused
greeting. Not trace was on her OF the
strong emotion which she had success
fully overcome. 1t was Colonel Severn
who was i'll at ease and bewildered.
Mr.. Bowyer began to talk about a
sketch which Ellen was to make that
afternoon, and to discuss the point from
which it should be taken, SO their visi-
tor had leisure to recover himself and
look round the room.
The room was altered, yet less so than
he expected. Nothing new had been put
into it-none Of the little iavorite knick-
knacks which women carry about with
them TO give even the bare looking
rooms Of hotel a semblance of home
They had brought absolutely nothing
with them except an easel, on which was
a new painting, being scarcely dry.
..You are quite an artist, Miss Warde.
I have no prettier picture on nv wallis
than that upon your easel now, though
acme are by famous men. The riyar
sparkling In the sun, as it winds it's way
through an orange-grove, is charming
and the girl bathing her feet is picture
in herself, with her bright clothes and
basket Of flowers laid beside her. sum
mer in Italy the mere thought Of Il
IL alone . pleasure"
The girl looked pleased at his appre.
citation Of her work.