The Dickinson press., 1893-12-16

I lips just brushed her cheek as Though
. not content with that for resting
| place, and then paused somewhat l.wer
dc WI.
"Oh, don't" cried Nelly. deeper cr;:a
son than ever.
II could not help it," he said. pcni-
,tntly. Don't he angry"
| lhc same cvtnin" n dinner Nelly
received a piece ut Intelligence that
'nale her utterly nu,l hopclrsSly miscr-
able.
Sir John Swaynr was here today"
s.id Mr. Huntingdon. "and brought q
letter from hi, sister. asking you to
| spend week with her"
''Oh. papa!' cried Nelly. trembling,
and very white; please, i don't want
to CO."
.~ls.nsc." uttered her father,
sharply. You "ill gr,w up like
y,ults savage here without any wo.
| mrll'> society. and, cSi,ics. ] would
not "l any account offend Miss Swaync.
You are To 20 Tomorrow morning"
"lndr,d, papa. | can't cried poor
| Nelly. growing quite desperate ut this
| last piece of intelligence.
why ro,:" asked Mr.. Huntingdon.
| with Il flown.
NY R't>S. lHuTllltlltu Nelly, ullUt
Al her wis end for an excuse.
| Il have already consulted Wilson on
| the subject. and she tells me yoar ward
robe is in perfect order"
II don't want 10 go. papa. o:eusA,"
cried Nelly, despairingiy. with h.s tc MS
in her eyes.
You will do as l DESIRE" 1>stu'ncd
| Mr. Huntingdon. SO s,ernly tllaI .riclly
d;red not "prcal amy further against
bis command. So the poor child went
TO her room and sobbed bitterly. and
all that night she scarcely rlcs.sl hrr
poor swollen cyclids. She cou!,l not
let Captain Wrl!csly know. ard he
would think I'LL kinds of dreadful things
of her. and when She came back from
her hateful. miserable visit to that
prim old maid. Miss Swaynr, he would
l'c gone, tired of w;i,in:s for ll"f, and
| Sli" would never sec him again Oh.
the miserable blank and lrar!h in her
life hcnrcforMard for rvcrluore, after
| having once tasted Ii, w S>v. ct it might
he made. But there was no help for
| it; so Sln must; and accordingly the
neXr day. hcavy-heartcd and heavy
| lillnd, the poor child got into the c;ll-
| riagc, and WAS driven Oft to the Lar
| chts.
| The days Went. and Ajrian WELLESLEY,
going every ,iay to the brooksilc, and
never finding the little White rose who
| had gr"wn so dear tG him. was almost
beside himself Men bear the thwart-
| ing of their loves sc much worse than
women: tho latter accepting suffering
as their doom. and learn patience soon
enough. How should hc live without
| this pure. innocent darling?' he asked
| fl,t,, ,,,1 fI,
| impatien@c; this little tender flower,
| that was SO infinitely swrcter and dear
| er than any woman lie mad ever seen
in his life before:" If she could but
be his own-all his own! And why not?
| Was her gloomy old boollworn of a
| father to slut up this sweet treasure
all her sweet life long. making an un-
uttcrable Gcarth for some man who
would be willing to give UP all he pos
sesscd for Il pearl of such price. No!
he told himself rrSolutrly, with Il quick
or beating of his strong and young
pulse; he would go to her father. and
asl, her ut his lan.lS. Why should
| he be denied!
Captain Wrllpsfy never doubted in
his own mind but that Mr.. Huntingdon
had heard of the meetings by the brook,
and taken measures to prevent their
seeing each other again. lie pictured
to himself Il thousand times his poor
little darling, With wan, white face,
shut up in that gloomy house, looking
out wistfully toward the path leading
down to the brook. and crying perhaps
crying bitterly.
II can't stand it any longer" cried
the young man, half mad with pain
and longing. II will so tonight