The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1892-03-23
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night, and 1t seemed to her that il Mark
would be equally sharp they might have q
nice little quarter of an hour or so all by
themselves in the lamp-lit drawing room
presently.
Mark had more than once seemed to ap-
preciate such little quarter of an hour.
He was gathering sprays of arbGtus
laden with berries and blossoms.
A few minutes after and Marie, the
maid, appeared, bearing the same at her
young mistress's door. From NJ. le
Captaine," observed the abigail, airly
(for messieurs les cdpitdines there is al
ways a soft spot in French girls fancy,
"for the hair of mademoiselle. He begs
that mademoiselle will do him the honor
to wear the posie. 1t is not a very chic
posie," eying the massive bunch with the
disgust of an artistic; lit is too large, II
is too heavie for the hair, this great bush
"But / contrive, / arrange, but it need
not that i use 1t ALL" more cheerfully
"Permettezmoi, mademoiselle; one leetlt
piece will do all that is required. Mad
emoiselle will, OF course, wear what mon.
sieuY has sent?" demurely, as with ar
afterthought.
Mademoiselle bowed her head.
The same evening year later.
~ never could make il out" observed
Charlie Hooper, the gossip of the fort, TO
a select circle Of listeners. 81 was alto
gether out Of my reckonings in that quar-
ter. / thought old Mark had dropped
into good thing, and knew ii. BY Jove,
though Edith Darlington is no beauty,
she is very nice girl; and old Mark is
not everybody's bargain himself, by Jove.
We all thought ii was a done thing
"Mark went for her like blazes. He was
never away from The Hatch. The widow
seemed agreeable, and the girl,
hear has broken her heart since it
all came to nothing. What stopped
II no one knows. Poof! In the
twinkling of an eye 1t bust up. Mark
was off; the Carringtons held their
tongues, and not a soul could find out the
rights Of the story.
an find out, however," decided one
OF the group, as the prattler ceased; and
presently the person who thus meditated
Slipped away from the rest, and he and
Mark Brett were seen strolling off across
the fields away from the fort.
Afternoon was giving place 10 evening;
ID was almost the same witching hour as
that in which We first beheld Edith Car
rington's lover.
"Hold hard!" exclaimed Capt. Brett's
companion. "Jook out, there! How
dark il growsi You almost ran me into
that arbutus tree"
"Arbutus tree? That's not an arbutus
tree, !" said Mark gruffly. "Don't you know
an arbutus tree when you see it?"
"Rather. And when don't see IL. In
darkness or in light, this Is an arbutus."
"Rot. II is nothing OF the kindi It
now don't bother, for / tell you it is not"
continued Brett, sharpness OF accent in
creasing as memory woke more and more;
4" and I ought to know. Confound you,
then, IL you will have il, tell you all my
happiness In the world once turned upon
an arbutus tree. Yes, il did; you may
stare IL you please; | know what ! am
talking about; I-it-but for it-never
mind tim a fool, IL you like, only
don't tell me that i don't know arbutus
berries again when see them"
"Arbutus berriesY Oh, well, we all
know the berries. There are none, as il
happens, on this tree" said the younger
man, pecring about. "However, IL you
only knew an arbutus by its berries"
with his nose In tho air.
"Psrhsps Imight not know the tree for