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

her and looks out over the moonlit
park, thinking how he shall approach
the subject nearest TO his heart
do you remem her," he asks sud-
denly, do you remember the first sum-
mer we spent here together, you and I?''
The girls eyes sparkle with amuse-
ment Rather she says. What
fun we had 1t was the first time I'd
ply wild :"
LIE looks out over the park. 81 won
der who s going to have this place when
if anything should happen to my I'M
cle:" he says thoughtfully. Lucia
looks up suddenly, with a smile.
Don t you know?' she says. Has
he not told you! He's left it to you
David starts violently and drops his
cigarette ON the grass. Is it possible
that those hopes in which he has never
dared to indulge are to be fulfilled, and
that he is to be the heir of the uncle
who has always seemed so completely
Indifferent to him? Happy David! Is
there anything else on earth which he
has to wish for? Yes; one thing, and
one only.
And what about yourself?'' he asks
timidly.
"Oh, I'm all right. I'm to have
e15, 900. There's no secret about it.
Uncle Walter told me SO last year when
Charles Scudamore wanted me to marry
him."
David is quivering with excitement.
And you wouldn't!'' he says in
low voice. yet it would have been
"Well-no; / wouldn't" she says
slowly, looking at the point of her slip
per. Then she looks up, laughs little
and ends her laugh with small sigh.
Why, did you say? Who knows?
Perhaps L liked somebody else better
somebody who hadn't asked me to
marry him.
A wild hope flashes through his
brain. WAS twas he-somebody
nearer?" he stammers-''a cousin, for
instance?"
She glances quickly at him and
turns away her head; all her affecta
ton of fastness is gone, and he sees her
as she is.
How did you guess that?" she whis-
pers. II must have kept my secret
very badly
He seizes her hand. "Lucie," he
says earnestly, tell me, do you love-
anybody?''
Her slight figure quivers-but she
will not answer.
Tell me who it isl he urges pas
sionately.
Slowly she lets fall the words, What
would you think of me if said that it
was you:''
Ten minutes later he is still there
alone with his happiness.
Suddenly he turns as he hears light
football. and she is beside him again.
What is it, dearest?" he asks.
''Have you picked up anything?" she
thing while / was sitting here-a-a
letter.
A newborn jealousy flares up in his
eyes. "A letter? From whom?"
Don't laugh at me, dear, she says
shyly. 1T was only a letter from you.
He smiles very tenderly. The only
letter he has ever written to her is one
in acceptance of his uncle's invitation
fortnight ago.
From me? Why, you silly child,
there was nothing in that worth keep
ing"
A few days afterward the Rev. David
Elliott was returning TO his lodgings
after visiting his district. He wanted
his luncheon badly and was very tired
and rather Disguised, for the old wom-
en- had been particularly querulous and
trou blesome and even more than usual
" inclined to overestimate the value of
their attendance at the early -celebra-
ton. He had been positively refused
admission into one cottage, through the
window of which he could have sworn
he saw the burly form and coarse Irish
features of Father Flanagan. from st.
Joseph's. His rector, too, had been
snappish and as nearly rude as a cler-
gyman ever permits himself to be to
brother priest. But he consoled HIM
self for these little annoyances by think
ing how short time he should have
to endure them aud how different his
pcsiti ~ you'd be in 4 few years-per-
haJ S months. He was expecting re-
ply to passionate love letter which he
had written to Lucia Immediately on
his return, and as he put the key into
his door he thought how pleasant it
would be, after his hunger was salts
fed, to sit down by the window and read
the six or seven sheets of which it would
no doubt consist. Immediately he ran
up stairs and threw open the door OF his
sitting room. a tall young man, whose
forehead was to some extent sinister,
argent and brickdust, and who wore a
thick, yellow mustache, rose as he en-
tered, and coming toward him with
cavalry swagger held out his hand.
I've been making myself at home. - he
said apologetically. Hope you don t
object to smoking in your quarters.
Long time since we met, isn't it? Don't
remember me-Hugh Elliott?''
David stared at his visitor; he had a
feeling that something had gone wrong.
"Oh, of course" he said nervously,