The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-02-15

a delightful occupation to teach her to
love him. And she would want some
teaching, perhaps good deal! Still
love lay sleeping in her eyes, and what
charming companion she would be,
no empty chatterbox; speaking only
when she had something to say, and
then with a certain freshness and orig
inality; steady, observant little woman
who would help to keep him straight,
and he was perfectly free to make all
these perfections his own or to try to
win them. What splendid thing life
was, to be sure, when a fellow had
money. How fervently he hoped that
old Selwyn was comfortably in Heaven
as reward for his admirable conduct
in dying intestate.
Forresters intimacy with Angela went
on at u rapidly increasing ratio after
this evening. They met frequently
with and without the presence of Mrs
Bartlett, and to his joy Angela seemed
ready enough to trust herself with him
unchaperoned. He gradually gathered
the facts of her simple life. Her mother
was English, her father Italian and
courier. She was an only child
and having good voice 1t had been
carefully cultivated at great cost, her
father considering this outlay an IN
vestment. She was in London to seek
an engagement for concert singing and
appeared much cast down by the great
difficulty Of finding one. She spoke with
warm gratitude and affection or her
parents and the sacrifices they had
made for her, and regretted her mothers
absence occasioned by bad attack or
gout from which her father was sui1er-
ing, which detained his wife in Paris.
1t had been lovely warm May day
and Forester had presented himself
almost Immediately after breakfast
driving a high phaeton with fine PAIR
of horses--a new purchase-for, in spite
of his friendly lawyers warnings, he
could not keep his hand out of his
pocket.
1T Is such a delightful morning" he
exclaimed as soon as he had shaken
hands with Angela, that it's sin not
to take advantage of it! So / want you
and Mrs. Bartlett to come down with
me to Hampton court. You will never
find better day for it, The palace Is
not open on Fridays. So we Will not
have the usual crowd"
1T would be charming" exclaimed
Angela. II will go and ask Mrs. Bart
lett, but | am afraid she cannot come
But that need not prevent you go
ing? You don't mind coming without
her."
MOI don't suppose l need mind"'
and she went away, returning with
her good-natured hostess, who deeply
regretted that an important engage
ment at home obliged her to refuse.
In another quarter of an hour For
roster had the joy of driving off tete-a-
tete with the quiet little girl who had
bewitched him.
What delightful expedition it was.
A day to be remembered, Il memory to
throw it's refreshing light over the
dusty, arid paths of after years, and
more prosaic life. They wandered
through the beautiful gardens, through
the courts and clOisters of the old pal
ace. along the river under the shade of
the trees in the park. Angela was i'm
mensely pleased and interested; gather
to Forrester's surprise, she knew good
deal more of the history of the place
than he did. and when he told her so.
she only said that music and reading
had been her only occupations. Then
they had a dainty luncheon at the
Greyhound and drove back to Alma
terrace in the cool of the evening.
Mrs. Bartlett was out when they
reached home, so Forester desired his
groom to take the phaeton and horses
back to the stable and came indoors to
make his adieuX.
A letter lay on the drawing-room
addressed to Miss Cavallo, which she
opened at once. Forester watched her
as she read it and saw that the contents
distressed her. She slowly replaced it
in its envelope, and raising her eyes.
which looked suspiciously moist ,eX-
claimed: 1T is a great disappoint-
ment"
What is?" he asked.
II fancied | was nearly sure of an
engagement to sing at the Crystal Pal
ace concerts, and now | find that ! have
lost the chance! ! did hope for some
success. to repay my dear father for all
the sacrifices he has made! He had set
HIS Htttit oll my ''HiiiS put III is'li-
don"
why take it to heart!' cried For
roster, profoundly touched by the de-
preston of her tone. and the express
sive gesture with which the hand hold
ing her letter fell to her side. you
are a woman formed for the refine
ments, the shelter of home. rather than
the ruggedness of public life. Put the
whole thing out Of your head. There
must be many men who would he
proud and happy to give themselves
and all they have to your service"
Angela laughed, her eyes sparkling,
though the tears still bedewed them
II am afraid it is rather a wild flight
of fancy" she said in an amused tone
Men are not so ready to take uneces-
sary burdens on themselves and they
are right"
II don't think so, If they are equal
to it; at any rate know one who would
desire nothing better than to lift all
care and trouble from you, and make
your life one long holiday" Forester
had got the bit between his teeth, for
his heart had been tuggng at the reins
all day, and he could keep silent no
longer, and goaded by her look of
half-frightened astonishment rushed
on.
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