Evening journal., 1892-08-20


Today the lady Of Brothertoft manor
dimes Sir Henry Clinton and suite.
All is ready and Lady Brothertoft-so
she loves to be called-awaits her dis
tinguished guests in her grandest attire.
But, calm and stately as she sits,
there is now miserable panic and now
cruel hate I'm her heart; for all the time
she is whispering to herself:
Lucy did not kiss me. It is the first
time in all her life. Edwin Brothertoft's
daughter has discovered at last what
am. Did he come in a dream and tell
her"
Then she would raise her eyes as far
as those fair hands lying in her daugh-
ter's lap-no higher, no higher, or the
daughter would face her-and think Of
the wedding ring that her plot is pres
emily TO force upon one Of those locked
fingers She could hardly keep back a
scream Of wild triumph at the thought.
So the mother sits and holds her
peace such as it is. The daughter
waits in a strange dream Of patience.
Major Kerr swaggers about, admires
his legs, feels embarrassed before his
mute betrothed, looks at his watch and
grumbles, "It's half past two. Dinners
three, sharp. The soup will be spoiled
if they don't show presently"
And now the gay party enters the
dining room at Brothertoft manor.
How bright the sunbeams of the Octo-
Der afternoon, ricochetting from the
smooth Hudson into the windows. CLEAN
on the epaulets and buttons Of dozen
gorgeous ofiicersl One special ray is
clearly detailed to signalize that star on
Sir Henry Clintons left breast. The
room is afame with scarlet Certainly
these famboyant heroes will presently
consume away every vestige Of a rebel
army. Surely, after a parry or two
against these dress swords, the cham
pions of freedom will drop their points
and yield their necks TO the halter.
Each elaborate fine gentleman, too, of
all this bandboxy company is crowned
with victor bays. They plucked them
only t'other day across the river on the
ramparts of Forts Clinton and Mont
gomery. When Jack Burgoyne sends
down his bunch of laurel from Saratoga
the whole are to be tied up in one big
bouquet and dispatched to tickle the
lose and the heart Of Farmer George al
Windsor castle.
Sir Henry Clinton-no less-Cesal
ipse-hands in the grand hostess and
takes his seat at her right. How jolly
he looks, the fat little mani How his
round face shines, and his proturberanI
nose begins to glow with inhaling the
steam of the feastl
81 must have you on my left, ad
miral," says the hostess to a hearty
gentleman in naval uniform.
"Thank You for my promotion, mad
am" rejoins Commodore Hotham, drop
ping into hts place.
At the head of her table, then, sit
Lady Brothertoft, proud and handsome
fanked by the two chiefs. And dow
on either side the guests dispose them
selves in belaureled vista.
Major Kerr takes the foot Of the table
He carves well for everybody and bes
for himself. Two spoonfuls of sauce
blanche float his choice portion Of the
Albany beef The liver of the turke,
he accepts rs carver's perquisites. An,
when he comes to cut the saddle Of veni
son plenty Of delicate little scraps quit
too small to offer to others find thei
WY to his plate.
Lucy is at his right. What? in higl
spirits? in gay colors? Has she so sooi
become q hypocrite and conspiratress
Why. the little dissembler laughs mer
rily and hirts audaciouslyl Laughs mer
rilyl Ali there are bitter tears just be
meath that Taught If you call toleratint
compliments from that young captaii
mt her right flirting, then she is flirting
and SO conceals her disgust of her be
hothed.
And who is that young captain? II
stole into the chair at Lucy's right an
began to talk sentiment before he ha
had his soup. Who ia this fine gentle
man of twenty-six, with the oval face
the regular features, the slightly super
cilious mouth, the dimpled chin, til