New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-11-03
A CHANCE MEETING.

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coming into her husbands dressing-room WIFI
out so much as knock.
what's dreadful?" asks Mr.. Blake, In tone
that no human being but his wife could have
understood This is accounted for by the fact
that he Is shaving. and that the left side of his
mouth is now drawn up far that 1t almost
reaches his eyelid. Naturally this leaves In his
articulation good deal to be desired
Lillian still steadily refuses to stay here and
meet him
"Mee, Godfrey Lansdale?"
Eyes Of course; though she knows how much
depends upon it"
There was never girl who wasn't a fool'
saws Mr.. Blake going contentedly with MS
shaving.
ooh, don't know that" After all she had
once been girl herself But certainly DO
think Lillian is behaving very badly about TINS.
let her alone" says Mr.. Blake. who is
slave to this one fool OF girl at all events
his only daughter Lillian. IF she doesn't want
to marry her cousin. be 1t. She VIII nave
something Of her own. Enough. Why should
she annoy herself account Of her grand
fathers money?"
"Oh scarcely enough" says Mrs. Blake. You
know George will come in for the property and
Jack must be thought of. 1t is impossible for
the cavalry is expensive. And Lillian
She is not the sort Of girl She has not
been brought up to learn the harder features Of
economy. and i cannot help thinking it is such
pity
You are growing mercenary in your old age,
Mary" saws her husband.
For the matter of that l not very
old" Mrs Blake with the faintest tinge
of offence in her tone And not without reason;
as now. indeed. though in her rty-fourth year,
she still looks young and handsome.
Mr.. Blake smiles at her only year two
older than LII. l honestly believe" says he, ito
look at you. But here. Mary. If our girl
doesn't wish to marry young Lansdale why
that's the end of it,
Not wish to marry man she has never seen.
How she know what she wishes? Why can't
she stay here and see him. and then say No. il
she doesn't like him? Ii is very kind and cons.d-
crate of him 10 come here at all, in my opinion
At all events it argues him heart-whole."
How SOP Mr.. Blake has now got to very
difficult bit of his cheek and is looking fero-
cious.
why the will, George. You were abiding to
1t only just now. Poor dear papa arranged it
that If Lillian refuses Godfrey. all goes TO him.
but if Godfrey refuses to marry Lillian all the
"A Founding Hosptal,' and Mr. Blake turns
her face lost in soap. II always believed your
father most moral man
ooh, don't be stupid. Poor papa had ideas,
How wish he hadn't
Still foundlings should be provided for" says
Mr.. Blake, magister.ally.
II daresay. and so should Lillian
MY dear! Lillian isn't founding
''She's a girl with very little than a
penny. which amounts to the same thing to
me-" says Mrs. Blake, who is ambitious for her
children.
IF Lillian won't stay here to receive young
Lansdae where does she mean to go?''
"Oh I'm 1 don't know" says Mrs Blake,
dejectedly.
At this moment loud tattoo on the outer door
the door of the bedroom--can be heard. Mrs.
Blake goes quickly to it, and long confab be-
tween her and somebody responsible for the tat
too
After while. however, the outside door is
closed again, and Mrs Blake rushes back to her
husband. her charming face alight with mirth
and satisfaction
We'll, it's the funniest thing" begins she.
Bessie has just had telegram" Bessie Mus
grave is her sister-eight years her Junior, and
a widow Of six years standing. She has just
heard from Godfrey Lansdae's mother that he
is 10 be at Glengariff tomorrow Bessie says
that arranges itself. she will be at Glengariff
tomorrow, too-wth Lilian.'
Bessie Is sort OF person who deserves the
Victoria Cross" says Mr.. Blake, dryly.
1T is the strangest coincidence isn't it?' goes
Mrs. Blake. gayly; almost providential. l
call II. II appears Godfrey Is going to spend a
week there on his way to us
And Liian?'
well, she is determined to 60 away from
home to avoid him, she may Just as well put In
there g
ly. you know. George. VIII do the dear girl
good. perfect paradise
Mrs. Musgrave and Lillian, having stepped out
of the train that has brought them to Bantry,
stand rresolute for moment. until, guided by
gentle hint from the porter who Is looking after
their luggage. they walk off briskly into the
town that lies below them. where they are pres
emily induced to mount high vehicle, arranged
with seats in rows all facing the four horses
that to carry them TO Glengarin and pres
emily. indeed. all the seats being full and an
other quaint coach OF the same description grow
ing impatient behind them. off they go.
Up here, as they reach a high hill. the splen-
did glories OF Bantry Bay become clear to them.
There 1t lies like a beautiful lake, surrounded by
its high and stately mountains-the waters so
still. calm to-day, that scarcely they seem
alive. and the Aurora anchored IN the middle OF
II reminds one Of nothing so much as Coleridge's
painted ship upon painted ocean.
See thin two islands, Miss" says the driver,
turning TO Lillian whom he has favored from the
beginning with his instructive conversation
(beauty is dear to the heart Of the Irishman),
"wid the sthrip O. sand joinin' them. There's
story about thin. It's married now they are,
they says, but whin the high tide comes 1t d.
vdes thin. IT'S the Daily Divorce they calls
thin. Fegs! they must be Protestant. anyway
He is garrulous but kindly Jehu filled with
curious anecdotes and legends which for the
last eleven years he has been instilling into the
ears Of his clients; does he indeed to-day
draw breath until. having climbed the highest
hills. he brings his horses carefully down
and down again. through exquisite descent
OF wooded road. TO the very door Of Eccles
Hotel
"Oh. how lovely" says Lillian, softly. as II
afraid to speak too loud She and Mrs. Musgrave
have clambered down the little step-ladder
brought out 10 help them from their elevate
position on the open coach. and are now looking
round them Here IS the door Of the hotel. an
old-fashionei. homely entrance, more suggestive
of inn than hotel-and indeed It, with the parts