The morning times., 1895-08-05
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miss eonnY.

L nave u new lover, does tnat interest
your"
The wIiter of the partially finished letter
wasa very pretty woman0f twenty five, and
she dimpled happily as she penned the queIy,
as who would say: whatever interests me
interests you, and / know it."
HE is a Westminster boy, OF at least he
was until last month, and he is spending his
holidays here with a tutor, W no is quite eX-
haustingly conscientious in the way or ex-
cuTsions Conyers BIount isn't ovesstrone,
l fancy, foI he often spends hours in the
hotel. Some other English lads who are
staying here call him Miss COMFY"
Here the letter was delayed for q full
three minutes, while Miss Farrar glanced
idly down the oblong, scantily furnished
loom which served as the ''salon" in the
principal hotel in Martigny, and, being
pleased with what she saw there, proceeded
TO describe ii forthwith
He knows / am Writing in here, though
he cannot see me, and he has Just raised the
window and put inside upon the sill Il mass
OF the most bewildeIingly lovely flowers. !
can't think where he gets them. The sun.
burnt hands are long and slim like a girls.
Suppose II We're you, dear, and the hands
Were yours, and the flowers yours, how long
do you think it would take me to reach that
window TO greet you?'
The Iove-letter being by this mean
brought back TO its legitimate purpose,
day-dreaming ensued, which was broken
by the entrance of the Conyers BlOunt OF
whom she had been writing
She turned at once, looking delightfully."-
cool and dainty in her white gown, and
held up reproachful hands.
:
demanded, Ito put the poor things there
inthe sunshine wlthoutsO much as withyOur
leave or 'hy your leave?' Bring them
over to me, Con, and | viii teach you
The boy brought them and nodded at the
we'll filled envelope which lay face down
ward upon the table.
How does he offer them?" he asked,
and added hastily before the words We're
well spoken: Z" 1 beg your pardon; l had no
right to ask that
None whatever" said Miss Farrar, COM
posedly
Then she laughed Thanks to the garru-
lousness of her aunt and Chaperon, and her
own undisguised and overwhelming con-
tentment with what life was offering her
the whole of the village knew that the
pretty was engaged 10 BE-
married and as during her week. stay she
had contrived to make herself vastly popu
lar there was not a pea SAINT woman whose
baby she had nurSed or tourist who sat at
the same table but devoutIy koped he was
a good fellow and worthy or his prize
How does ne give them?" went on Miss
Farrar, Ignoring her previous reply On
well. he''-- delicate little flush Crept
into her face, bIt finding nothing TO deepen
at in the boyiSh adOrinS gaze, cTept ba OK
again, and left the tranquility undlsturbed.
..But in the DAYS he did not slnOw NE well
he used to hand them all IN bunch 50,
and say. You'll take Them, won't you,
Miss Farrar, and ma ke me happy? Ned
is never very good at fine speeches, you
know, but somehow they sounded very
sweet. And when he grew bolder he used
to beg TO keep one OF the flowers S"Ille-
times as il mig mt be this, YOU see, Con"
Did you ever let him" " asked Con. breath
lesslv, and when she had said briefly
YES, {" and turned back 10 the writing
liable he quietly detached from the others
the flowers her fingers had touched.
Fetch me some water and ask my maid
for the vases from my room, there's {
dear boy" she SAID presently, GlaucIng al
him over her shoulder Il have almost
finished, and then well arrange them to
gether 1 want you TO tell me all about
Yourself"
This little programme was duly carried
oHt and she learned OF the loneliness OF
his life, for ne had no near kIth OF kin, and
his guardian was unmarried And school?
Oh. he loved 1t; every stick and stone
about the place. declared Con, and appar
emily he had been OF some note in his own
little world, for much questioning elected
the fact that he had gained an Oxford
scholarship, though this was viewed
Slighungly when compared with football
exploits
That's what did for my heart, the foot
ball 4" he ended, and u rileS me aw
3 I-sr, n
what they call my pretty face, and speak o
me aS Miss Conny. They have been taugh
at home or at some duffing private schoO
or else they'd know, and 1t" he met he
eyes and the anger melted-''well, 1t niles
me-"
No, it doesn't" she said, promptly
though She was startled 1t the suddeI
revelation You don't really mind wha
those stupid little boys say, do you COn?'
''No-no.'' he aSsented. doubtfulIy.
We don't mind you and 1, eh, Con?'
''Oh course not he said at once, anC
raw though he was, he managed to lOol
something of his gratitude FOR those las
words Does does Ned do much o
mountaineering?
She shook her head.
He wouldn't attempt it while l was
there. He would stay about and do odd
jobs for ME. You see, Con, IT is not a
matter l would explain to everybody, but
/ know very little OF my uncle and aunt
and they are so devoted to each other,
dear old things, that 1 would be horribly
in the way if l always went about with
them, aud l should be equally horribly
lonely and bored in the hotel If il were
| not for you"
The boy sat following out his sown thoughts
| as he watched her arranging the flowers.
''ThereI Now yOu know. And You won
think me n Miss COuny at all events" he
| said at last, with u curious abruptneSs- Il
can't tell anybody else, for fear they should
be kind and pity me, but l wanted you to
know. You would never do that
Miss Farrar suddenly found difficulty