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


| Of It, the desire, the longing to SINK Ih'o II anu
dwell within its eternal calm for ever!
Aunt Bessie. we must get boat tomorrow li
| and go out as far-as far as we can! say h'i'''
some hours later. =, 49,, Long
! Dinner Ia oyer-an excellent dinner in the long
and handsome saloon and she and MRS. Muss ,,h
| having gone upstairs to put on some WRAPS wv"
a view to sitting out on the esplanaue anu wa'on
! ing the growing moonlight deck the waters, ar
now going back to their rooms aiohs '"e ""''
corridor. - a,, no
"Well, dearest. dare say boatman can can De
! found" says Aunt Bessie. to whom JlssI,Ls W
and down on unsteady foundations mas no c,,' II"
LAS for me, you know am bad sailor; s'I'"i...
She stops short: young man coming toward
! them has caught her eye.
why Mrs. Musgrave. 1t is YOU" SAYS the new
conner stopping short and holding out MS manu-
with pleased surprise. What luck . savs
My dear Geoff. so glad to see you ,h say -
| Aunt Bessie genay, If a little timldE: one 10
conscious of faint feeling of guilt Lillian anu
l only arrived this afternoon Oh t1rgo'; you
90 no, Know eaTH She omits TO look at her
niece she makes this somewhat lhconp'9IIe
introduction. but Godfrey Lansdale does not, re
casts a quick penetrating glance at the GIL Wno
acknowledges his bow with the faintest possible
one in return after which she Immediately moves
away, carrying her aunt by an imperious gesture
! with her Lansdale glances after her, an aihuseu
twinkle in his handsome gray eyes so tnat Il
She" says he. "a little Tartar If l make no
mstake, The foundngs are in for good thlne
! IL it rests with me"
Downstairs. Lillian has dawn her aunt out
across the road-and on to the esplanade. WIN
out speaking a word. Here. however, in the shade
and the privacy, the torrent OF her angry rear
! breaks out. go
Aunt Bessie" bursting on Mrs. Musgrave Ike
a small volcano, did you know of this
81 think So" says Mrs. Musgrave slowly, and as
II taking an inward glance at her memory. i
really think So
you did You planned 1t all? You can stand
there before me and acknowledge it?''
well. It's difficult. but I'm doing my very best,
my dear: I'm stronger than thought says
hot AAtn hnrh to
inclination toward inextnguishabe laughter
"All your disgraceful maneuvrng Will be OF
shall 90 home Tomorrow Nothing shall keep me
here. shall go home in the morning. The very
fact Of his being here would
Somebody has come UP 70 them. tall young
man with a charming face that has a suspicion
| Of humor in It,
isn't 1t perfect" says he. lightly. 81 made
sure should find you here 1t is the one place In
the world where to stay indoors night or day IS
| an impossibility so long as one can stay awake
| He turns pointedly to Lillian. who is gazing out on
the moonlit water though unaware of his pres
ence, yet all the time she is wondering IL ne had
heard her last words Surely not; his manner Is
| free from embarrassment. not an arriere pensee
! In It, Your first visit, Miss Blake
Yes her first says Aunt Bessie. hurriedly
who feels storm brewing.
First impressions are always best says Lans-
dale whose lips twitch humorously. You Will
stay for some tme?"
| For week" says Aunt Bessie. promptly. for
which speech the girl could willingly have killed
! her To go tomorrow after that would be i'm
possible 1t would look like running away from
him No. whatever 1t may cost her. she Will re-
| main she will be even friendly with him. she
will let him see that his being here is matter of
the most perfect Indifference 70 her. and just at
the very end she will say something, Just mere
! word or two and quite polite That Will let him
| know how distinctly dispeasing he Is to her. If
| not indeed absolutely hateful.
1t is in accordance with this resolution that next
morning she meets his proposal to go out boating
| with him In an amiable. L distinctly careless
fashion The fact that she adores boating. that
Aunt Bessie wouldn't go with her, and that
| boatman is generally bore. has perhaps some
thing to do with her going but she herself puts 1t
down to the resolution" And for three days she
goes out boating with him. always with the same
| sef-contaned cold Indifferent air. speaking to
him as little as possible and giving him to I'M
derstand silently that though she acknowledges
| the cousnship between them he himself Is of no
account at all And Lansdale. who had begun by
being amused. has grown curious. and perhaps
| little resentful.
To-day. Thursday. and the fourth Of their
| acquaintance, has opened With a warm. faint
driving mist that lies like soft cloud on the
brows OF Hungry Hill and the Sugar-loaf wrap
ping them In a garment OF purple haze IL Is not
sufficiently wet, however to keep any one al
home. and in the morning Lillian had acceded to
Lansdales request that they should take anotheI
| look at Cromwers Bridge, and had from that
wandered on into the lovely woods almost within
reach Of Lord Bantry's shooting lodge. They had
OF course. 1t all before. and 1t was like fare
well visit as. Of course. tomorrow viii be their
last day. Aunt Bessie having decided on return
ing home Saturday. Always somewhat tact
so this morning, and II is 18th sort of dogged
pertinacity that Lansdae asks Ter at the hotel
door their return II she Is too tired to g out for
| a row. A good deal TO his astonishnrent she
acquiesces at once, and Godfrey. having secured
a very satisfactory luncheon made up in dainty
basket. they start. But here, as on land, Lnan
reserve continues
why does she come If she can't stand me?"
| says Lansdale to- himself. with pardOnable irr
taton. and, falling into her mood he too refrains
from speech until the sound Of the oars and the
musical dashing Of the water against the sides OF
the many islands by which they so s all that
breaks their silence
They land Garnish Island and go up TO see
| the Nartello tower an old man with the keys fol-
lowing them. And perhaps it adds to I.ansdale's
sense % injustice that Lillian talks gayly to this
old ancient laughing her soft, musical laugh. and
going into ecstacies with him over the magnin
| cent view below. She had hitherto seemed UNI
sympathetic to Lansdale, who has fallen in love
| with Glengarif but now he knows how full and
deep Is her appreciation IF it. And. indeed the
living picture that lies before them could hardly
be surpassed-the soft. clear bay with its blue
| waters ripping round its many slets, the lovely
woods growing to the waters edge: the grand
old mountains severe, mysterious. clad with their
purple heather. and the glimpse of Glengarin
Castle amidst the foliage Everything seems so
old. STILL that it seems relief when. from a
little rock crowded with sleepy gulls that have
seemed for the last five minutes part Of It, the
gray birds suddenly rise as If with one consent,
and float away like fairy yisons across the dark
bosom Of the water.
| shall we row once moe to Proudly River"
says Lansdale, when they are again in the boat.
yes. 1t is very pretty there, says Lillian,
! without enthusiasm
Better have some luncheon on our way
II think | should like something 10 eat" says
| Lillian absently. Godfrey could have shaken her.
Look here" says he presently. laying down his
| oars They have finished luncheon, and Lillian is
amusing herself throwing the scraps to the big
/ white swan who always follows them in their
excursions with view no doubt to luncheon on
his own part. Lets have it out
! Have what OUT" She has REDEEMED. how
| ever.
| "Ner all this absurd nonsense. You thought
| 7 came here in an underhand sort Of way to
! u-to"-boldly-"judge of you?'
! "Mr Lansdale.'
| "You did think that" There is a touch of
! sternness in his voice that angers her.
/ well. it looked very like it," says She de-
| family