Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-04-19

brought Nor nOJHlnB bdNS WndJ W"o
wearisome.
She fancied that in few days she
would be happier-when she had for
gotten the recent terrible shock. The
finding OF the will, the losing OF Sir
Bertram these two things had come
so quickly one after the other that she
had had no time to strengthen herself.
She planned to herself, as she went
home, how she would give another
fete, more brilliant, more magnificent,
than the last; she tried TO engage her
whole fancy in thinking what she
should do to give the entertainment
greater eclat; and yet beneath all the
bright fancies rose the dark remem-
brance that he would not be there,
What would fcte be worth that he
did not share? OF what interest would
all the display Of her magnificence be
II he were not by to see?
She wondered at the change that
seemed to have fallen over everything;
there seemed TO be no more light in
the sunshine-no more beauty in the
flowers. She had loved the lilies and
roses so well that she had seldom
passed them without caressing touch;
she passed them now with averted face
they only reminded her OF that
which now she must forever forget.
"Do let us find something amusing"
she said, when, few hours later, she
and her two friends we're alone in the
drawing-room. 81 am getting tired OF
this quiet existence, auntie; we must
go to Paris, or Italy, or some other
place where little OF what is called
life can be seem"
What fever Of unrest is upon you,
Lady Charnleigh?" asked Miss Dacre.
ut is not many hours since you were
queen Of the most brilliant scene ever
Witnessed, and now you complain OF
wanting something to amuse you"
81 like continual excitement, Ethel;
/ should like every moment of my day
so fully occupied as not to leave one
second for quiet or leisure. There is
nothing so tiresome as feeling time
hang heavy on ones hands.
"1hat is not very healthy frame Of
mind, Leonie," said Lady Fanshawe.
Continued excitement is like fever"
1T would suit me-" she returned.
What could rest and leisure bring her?
Nothing but time for reflection; and
that she did not want.
SO few days passed. She had to
listen to all the often expressed wonder
of her companions as to why Sir Ber-
tram never came, She had to sit, with
a smile on her face, at Lady Thorn
bury's dinner party, while Major
Shelton told how their visitor, Sir
Bertram, had left them suddenly, and
had gone, it is believed, to Egypt 1t
seemed to her that the wondering COM
ments would never end. She was
obliged to listen and to join in them
with pain at her heart so sharp, so
keen, that it was with difficulty she
could efrain from crying aloud in her
anguish.
You did not toll me that Sir Bertram
was going, said Miss Darce to Leonie
on the first occasion that she found
herself alone with her, "You might
have trusted me so far. | can imagine
why he has gone. Oh, LeCnie, |
thought you loved him!"
Did your" she returned carelessly.
"I am not fit being for loving, Ethel.
My heart is cold and hard as neither
milestone. Sir Bertram is gone-he
will never come back do not wish to
hear his name mentioned any more.
Will you bear that in mind? The
greatest kindness you can show me is
never to mention his name in my pres
ence.
81 will remember" said Miss Dacre.
Her fair face grew very pale. She
understood Lady Charnleigh had re-
fused Sir Bertram, and did not care to
be reminded of the pain 1t had cost
her.
81 was so sure that she loved him, j"
thought Ethel. 81 cannot be mistaken.
She has shown her preference for him
in u hundred different ways. Can it be
possible that she likes Paul Flemyng
better"
She was soon to know the truth.
They had agreed to keep the engage
ment u profound secret, but Paul be-
trayed it at every moment; it was not
told in words but in actions-there was
an air of proprietorship about him
when he spoke to Leonie, or of her,
that betrayed the truth
The day came when Ethel Dacre
was certain of it. She entered the
library suddenly one morning and saw
Paul Flemyng kissing Leonies hand.
For one-half moment she stood par
alyzed 49, the certainty of her fore
bodings rushed upon her--she knew
Lady Charnleigh so well. With all
her gayety and her graceful, laughing
manner, there was about her q digni-
fed reserve that was never broken
through. She would net have allowed
Paul Flemyng to kiss her hand unless
he had right to do so,
Then, with a desperate effort she re-
covered herself and moved forward.
Paul advanced to meet her. He was
always pleased to see her; his kindly
liking for her had increased, not
diminished; and from the sunshine of
his great happiness it was only natural
that some light should fall upon her.
One morning Leonie having small
drawing to finish, had her table placed
in the deep bay-window of the library.
She drew the rich hangings so as to
shut out the room from her sight, lest
it should distract her; she opened the
long window, so that the perfumed air
might enter, then seated herself at
the little table and soon became en-
crossed in her work. Before long
Ethel Dacre entered, and went up to
one Of the book-shelves-she was look
ing apparently for some book that she
was doubtful where to find; before
Leonie had time to speak Paul Elem
yng entered.
us Lady Charnleigh here?" he asked,
and Ethel, never thinking of the bay