The morning call., 1894-07-14

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Young woman severely. Il prefer 10 read"
And she resOluteIy opsned the novel.
lis it intei estlng?' he persisted, after
pause.
Intensely"
cit must be rather difficult to read upside
down. Is hat an acTObatle feat you nave
learned 10 accomplish in the four years OF my
absence?"
at goes without saying that the same length
OF time has not improved your manners" SAID
Miss ST. John.
Mr.. D nnison accepted in silence the reproof
OF his companion, but after moment OF hest
tatiOn he LETT his seat and enSconced himself
in the one directly facing her.
In little while" be whispered, disregard
ing her glance Of angry liberation. ''the train
Will reach HO lyhead and Ike thlstiedowns we
shall be blown apart, perhaps never TO meet
again. We were very good fuends-once-bu
of course, that is all over and you cordially de-
test m. just at this mement you are wishing
me In hades"
"IdId not say So" exclaimed the girl with
flashing eyes.
II thought" he continued. THAT to pass away
! the time and help you to forget your antaSOn-
! ism my presence you might like TO hear the
/ plot OF one Of my stories. Possibly you Fenem-
Der mat write Enthusiastically"
Yes she seem 10 force the words from
/ her lips-"I Temember-that. 1t is very oblg-
/ ing in you TO entertain ME. What is your
/ plot?'
/ Mr.. Dennison began to count of on his
! fingers his dramatis PERSONA.
There is Miss Maude Vvan-heress.
"Mr. Hurry Dubeis-a pOverty-stricken artist.
"Mr John HalfaX-YetY handsome, very
/ rich and-nothing In particular.
/ "SceOe-Ctntra Africa"
/ Your scene is pei osterOus and your combi-
nation Of characters improbable" complained
Miss st. John.
truth is not necessary in fiction" responded
the story teller.
'Oblige me then by not lying any more than
is Absolutely necessary"
Miss Vivian was fair aud lovable. Conse-
QUently when she met Mr.. Dubois at lawn
patty he fell IN love with her and she rectpro-
Gated his affection"
"a lawn patty in Central African expostu-
lated tie young lady. Pray are you telling
me a romance among The Manyemas2'
The color of tie skin is immatera" re-
/ piled Mr.. Dennison, "but you object to
Africa l will call it EurOpe-England viii do.
| All went well with the lovers until, ike the
! snake In the Garden OF Eden, third person
/ stepped IN. Mr.. John Halifax. Well, one can
not blame Miss Vivian If she preferred the corn
and wine of Egypt 10 love in a cottage with
poverty"
There was a pause which Miss ST. John
broke by exclaiming irritabY:
You are not entertaining at all. Your story
is not worth writing. No publisher would &C
cept it,"
why not?" (politeIy) "Have you never
known similar case?"
mo, never, except 10 some absurd story"
"By and BY" continued The young man, "Mr.
Dubois deeded to win or lose IL all He asks
Miss Vivian 10 marry him at once and share
one. He-made a fool of himself"
"Most men do" nurmured the girl.
THAT is true otherwise women would not
care for them; but In THIS case the lady shared
his folly"
"In what wav?"
''She threw aside loyal heart"
probably she had good reason for so
doing"
"It occurs to me that you espouse her cause
very warmly"
"Possibly the young man was oyerbearing
and imperative. she very properly declined
to be a slave. 1t is a Briton's privilege"
81 grant it. But suppose that Dubois loved
her deeply and truly; that, realizing that he
had spoken hastily and regretted 1t and wrote
her a letter full of enlreaties for pardon
which he sent by mail with a bunch of Parma
"Well?" whispered Miss st. John; "wen ?''
1t was easy to see that she was at last deeply
Interested.
"Mr. Dubois asked her in this letter if she
still loved him TO wear his flowers the next
evening at a nee where they would meet. He
called her his little queen'-he was madly in
love with her"
And then?" The girls voice sounded as II
she were crying.
"Ob, then, he went to the dance She was
there, radiant. smiling, beautiful. But she did
not wear his Violets Her gown was white, but
upon her bosom nestled a bunch OF crimson
reses-which had been given to her BY John
Halifax"
The Voice OF the narrator trembled, but he
did not glance at his companion.
Already they were approaching a tunnel
which beralded the end Of their Journey. Miss
st. John realized it, and was thankful, for she
hoped the semi-darkness might hlde her falling
tears.
That night" continued Mr.. Dennison, she
met friend who was to sail for Africa on the
| following day. ImpetuOus as ever. Dubois de-
clded TO go with HIM. He was away four
years"
Did it occur to him." whispered the young
girl, reaching for satche out of which she
drew small jeweled box ond laid it on her
| knee, THAT Miss Vivian might not have re-
celVed the lie ter until after the hot-headed and
lmpetuouS lover was beyond recall. Besides
she might have been too much hurt to evince
her desire for his return. With such men
| 'Iove flows ike SolWay but GIBBS like its tide"
Already they were at the mouth OF the tun
mel. The revolving wheels OF the train sounded
like hunder. but an instant before the engine
plunged into darkness DennisOu Miss
St. John pinning with trembling fingers a
bunch of faded flowers to the bosom of her
dress. On her lap lay the open box and a
letter.
Madeline =" cried the young man, seizing
her hand and covering 1t with kisses. "Oh, my
little queen, my sweetheart"
She uttered no word OF protest; only her tears
believed the violets upon her BOSOM and Law
there Sparkling like diamonds in the flick ering
glow of the carriage lamp.
San these years wasted when might have
held you in these arms" exclaimed DennisOn,
drawing The golden head down upon his
shoulder.
ION, Eric! said she. chow could you nave
thought 1t was your poverty that Influenced me.
If you are poor [ will help you. See how strong
/ have grown" She looked up proudly with
tender eyes.
'Have you never heard OF the laurels have
won p" he asked II am no longer DOOR, Mad
cline. Fortune has smiled upon me. My last
picture was aD FL Dorado"
"Oh. now sorry l am" exclaimed the girl.
navely. Now, IL will not be possible TO prove
my love for you"
DennIson picked up the bunch OF flo wers
which had fallen from her lap, and as the train
Shot like an arrow into the glad light OF the
May afternoon, he whispered:
Darling, these violets are proof enough.
eau never doubtyour loyalty again."-V. Etynge