The Hazel Green herald., 1892-05-13

| seemed imposing on Saturday night, he
was truly magnificent on Sunday morn
ing. His clothes were fashionable and
Enthusiastically new, and he wore n
dainty "buttonhole." Uncle Wake
surveyed him with quiet amusement.
and watched to see the effect of all this
splendor on Olive. The effect was GER
tainly depressing.
fully and shyly. Samuel Wake knew,
almost rs II she had told him In words,
what was passing in her mind. All his
life he had been intensely interested in
other peoples lives, and now he under
stood what Olive was feeling, and what
Michael was not feeling lie saw that
she went unwillingly upstairs TO get
ready for their walk. and he was sure
that she would return with an anxious
| look, afraid Of being seen second time
in that countrifled bonnet.
She came back with just the look that
he had expected To see, and Michael in.
stantly made an cNasperating remark.
Haven't you another bonnet, Olive?"
he asked. THAT did very well in the
train. but 1t does not do for this morn
! ing"
II am sorry" she said gently, with n
deep blush. IL am going to buy some
new things tomorrow"
"If were young man should not
look Mt the bonnet while that face was
! inside it,"
This observation came from Uncle
Wake, and Michael passed it over in
contcmptuous silence. a few minutes
later the young couple went out to-
gcther into the sunshiny street, and
Olive was utterly dispirited and disap-
! pointed.
My dear girl" said Michael, after n
! pause, "you must really begin to study
your appearance. You ought to have
been better dressed for my sake. We
/ may meet some of the people | know.
Sometimes on Sundays | have even run
! up against Edward Battersby himself.
OF course he would expect me to intro
! ducc him to you, and what would he
| think OF that bonnet and gown?"
II am sorry" poor Olive repeated,
"but you know, Michael, that You
wished me TO come on n Saturday. If
had arrived early in the week could
! nuNc bOI SoLAlt AlSN AOi gun
! day"
"Why not have bought some better
things before you startcd?' he asked ir-
ritably.
"Michael, have you forgotten what
kind of place Eastmeon is?" His un-
reasonable words provoked her, "Ilnvc
you forgotten that have been living
miles away from any town?"
He had really forgotten it for the mo-
mcnt. They walked on together in
| silence along the Strand and when
! they turned into Trafalgar square
Olive almost forgot her annoyance. She
stood still with Frightening face to
look at the great stone lions asleep in
the sunlight, and the foam and sparkle
of the fountains. Other people looked
at her as they went by, and half smiled
at the fresh delight thnt shone in her
brown eyes. Michael hurried her on.
"Do try TO take things calmly" he
implored. That brute who has just
! passed us was actually laughing at you.
In London, people don't go into rap
! lures in the streets"
There was no need for second warn
ing against raptures. With such wet
blanket hanging over her Olive was not
likely to enjoy any more sights that
morning, She walked on dejectcdly by
his side, and asked herself II this was
the life she had dreamed of? Must she
| always live in dreary state of sclf-re-
preston, forbidden To rejoice? And
| this was that first walk together which
she had longed for so blindly; this was
/ 1.-The distant and the dim" that she had
! been SO ''sick 10 greet"
II seemed To her an intermirabel
walk, and yet her limbs were not
weary. They got at last To the Marble
Arch, and her heart revived little Mt
the sight OF grass and trees. Michael
led her To bench, and they sat down.
"We won't go to church this morn
ing" he said. II confess I'm mot n
church-going man. | like fresh air, it
clears my brain and strengthens me for
the weeks work; and now we can talk
quietly, Olive, and can tell you about
something which has been in my mind
for nearly two years"
She prepared herself To listen. After
all, it was silly of her TO be unhappy
because he had found fault with her
rustic ways. She supposed that train
ing was always rather painful proc
css Here, with the tender green OF
the young foliage quivering overhead,
and the May sunshine resting on the
broad space Of sward in from of her,
she was feeling more like her old self.
And surely II Michael had not loved her
| ha y.,nul1 NOT hovn hacn sn nnNiOnS In