The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-01-10

'Iwill 60 and tell Geraldine you are
here"
He was delighted, could anything have
been more thoug ghtfulf But, oddly
enough, she did not 60. She sat down,
on the contrary, and began lingering a
" chair back " neryously.
1t is . fns day." She said, and thea
stopped.
"Hang it," he thought; al mean. to
tell Geraldine the news first, but there's
no harm in beginning with her."
so he began, pulling out mis- onicai
letter to show her.
81 have come, Miss Oakley, to tell you
some news and ask you to congratulate
me-"
"whati" she exclaimed, "are you en-
gagged TO be mar -
"Oh, mol" he answered, "not exactly
that is, not yet--in fact, mean not ex-
actly."
And he got very red, and 80, curiously
enough, did she. She looked very pretty
blushing, and with her lower lip CULVER
ing little. Geraldine was not 80 pretty
as Maud, he admitted to himself as he
looked at her; but SO much the better.
Geraldine would be all the less likely TO
fiirt, IL, that is, there was any one at
Government House to flirt with.
"No," he said, "it's the appointment
! told you Tor was it your sisterg) my
uncle was trying to get for me-the very
thing have been wanting"
And he proceeded TO paint the charms
Of the new career opening before him in
glowing colors. He said nothing about
the quinine. When he came to an end OF
all the details she was sitting, with an
expression of deep interest, looking a,
him, and he felt that had she only been
Geraldine the very moment would have
arrived-that precise opportunity not al
ways easy to obtain, particularly In q
small villa. "And So" he said, feeling
he must bring his tale to Q conclusion
and give her an excuse for going to fetch
her sister, sand so, Miss Oakley, leave
Bunborough very soon, and have come to
say good by"
od-good-boo-hoo."
She did not hit the precise note which
had startled Miss Grayson's visitor; but
the effect upon him was even more electri-
flying.
"My God!" he murmured.
"Boo-hoo, boo-hoo--D." And she
buried her head in the sofa cushions.
For minute he said nothing; his first
inarticulate entreaty to her died on his
lips before her storm OF grief, SO he bit
his mustache in silence. Then the front
door slammed; Miss Geraldine Oakley
was going out for a walk, totally unaware
of his arrival. Could he stop her? He
could hardly open the window and
shout. He moved towards the drawing
room door, but he had to pass the sofa,
and as he did so the girl on 1t rose, as ii
she, too, half dazed, was seeking q way
of escape; and rs their hands met on the
door handle she sank sobbing into his
| arms.
"Don't, don'ti" she whispered, hardly
articulately, but he was doing nothing
from which he could desist, for he could
scarcely let her drop on the floor.
Good GodI" said Capt. Jumpison
| again; 90 will no one conner" But the
house was still, and he reflected that per-
| haps il was as we'll that no one should
come In at that precise juncture-at all
events, not without warning; and SC
| there was another pause broken only by
| her sobs. He could see her sister through
| the muslin blinds. She was looking Over
| the garden gate, talking to some one
| Would she change her mind and bring
| whoever il was in to tear II she did
| Maud would surely hear them entering
| the house and retreat. But Geraldin,
| stood talking at the gate. Only the rec.
| tor wore q high hat at Bunborough- by
| the-S Sea and DIR. Coverdale.
"Click!" went the garden gate a.
| Geraldine passed into the sunny road
| way.
"Boo- hooi" 1t was very gentle on,
| this time. from somewhere near hi.
| watch-pocket.
"ClickW went the garden gate, as il
swung back on it's hinges.
And Capt. Jumpison surrendered at dis
| cretion.-St. James Budget.