The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1894-03-29

chance. One reason that he liked David
better than Hugh-which at that time
he certainly did-was that Hughie had
an immense, healthy appetite, which
led him 20 devour anything he could
get, without much caring what it was
SO long as there was plenty of it,
whereas David was much more partic-
! ular, and generally took only what he
had seen his uncle take, knowing that
that was pretty certain TO be the best.
1t happened about this time that a
friend of Sir Walter who was in the
Embassy at St. Petersburg sent him
jar of some very special Russian deli
cacy which cannot be got in England,
even If an Englishman could be found
| clever enough to pronounce its name.
1t was a sort of caviare. 1t looked like
black jam and tasted like a mixture
of sea water and vinegar, but he was
charmed with his present, and as the
jar was small one, and he had been
warned to keep it ont of draft, or
away from the light, or some such
thing, he would not trust the servants
with it, but kept it in a special place
in the dining room. He did not offer
any of it TO his young guests, and this
she was a greedy little thing and ate
almost as much fruit as Hughie him
self.
One morning when David was pass
ing the window he peeped In and saw
Miss Lucia, with the jar in one hand
and a spoon in the other. eating this
horrible mess as if it really had been
Jam. He watched her for minute or
two, and then went suddenly into the
room. She screamed and dropped the
jar ON the ground, where it was
smashed. Then she began TO cry and
said it was all his fault for startling
her and implored him not to tell any
body. To show how fond he was of
her David promised not to say any
thing about it, and she ran away, leav
ing him to pick up the pieces and
scrape up as much of the caviare as he
could, which wasn't much. She did
not make her appearance at luncheon.
She sent down to say that she did not
feel very well, which, between guilty
conscience and too much caviare, Is
quite likely to have been very true.
Sir Walter looked for his precious jar,
and not seeing it told the butler to put
il on the table.
IF you please, Sir Walter" the man
said, looking shyly at David, there's
none of 1T left; it's all gone
Sir Walter only said, 'Oh, indeed,
but he looked as If he meant to say
good deal more at some other time.
Later in the afternoon he sent for David
and told him that the servants denied
having touched his caviare, aud that
as he had been seen in the dining room
that morning he concluded that he had
eaten it. He was sorry that David
should have allowed other people to run
the risk of bearing unjust blame. He
didn' t mind the loss particularly, but
was sorry that David had been so reti-
cent.
David glanced past his uncle's sad
face to where his little playmate sat on
a window ledge. solemn look on her
childish face.
Then David had an idea. II did not
take it. uncle" he said.
"Who did?''
1T was Ugh" said David, still
looking at the girl. What he said to
himself that he said was, sit was you.
| IT misunderstood, was it his fault?
mo, doubt, no doubt, " muttered the
| kindly old gentleman, with troubled
| look, but-but-I'd rather you hadn't
| told"
And all Hugh s astonished denials did
| not save him from punishment.
A dozen years and more have passed
over Ingleby manor and those whom ii
| sheltered during these summer holt
| days. Sir Walter Elliot is still alive.
| but he is getting very old. and it seems
as if he had not many more years TO
| live. Lucia is now spoiled beauty,
| who rules the manor and everybody Ill
| it. David hard working curate, and
| Hugh has been sent by him to an army
| tutor, has passed into and out of Sand
|; hurst and is now lieutenant IN the q.
| d. @. Qrish Chestnuts). Only the
house is unchanged amid all the
| changes. and as David stands, after
| dinner, on the terrace that runs outside
the long drawing room and watches IL
the clear summer sky,
| Sur lie clocher iauni.
| La lune
| CONNIE un point un i,
bis mind flies back to that unforgotten
summer when he first saw the place.
What happy time it was-after Hugh
had Ieft-and what pretty child Lucia
| was! Even then he was in love with
her, and now-now that she was III the
full bloom of her beauty-what more
can ne say than that he is in love with
her still: Will she ever return his love:
He has been in the house a week, and he
hardly dares put the question TO him
self And yet his visit ends tomorrow.
Can he go back to his dingy parish.
leaving it still unasked and unan-
swered? Suddenly a white simmer
ing cloud, In the midst of which
spark burns brightly, appears round the
corner of the house and moves toward
him with a frou frou of silk. The next
minute Lucia is standing before him.
flmy lace shawl over her dark hair, a
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