New-York tribune., 1896-11-29

onon0 her ACCOMPLISHMENTS, Noteu Cs..;o md
.anco for being so absurdly roma vi '. ''iu .,,,nd
SAM ina about az he put it-sti music iui.u ,'l
tho evening In point OF executi'e au'' n' I.rore
Avnshaw was no better musician ~ ,,av
Elroyu W., ;n.,nS ~ there was girlish unaffe:.ed
ness like Amy Hathertons. anu q go Wad.re
reeIing reminiscent Of Millicent foo'e' Ia .,
sang many songs and that heht. " ,nrgs
eanb , ,,aro rhvmes we're poetry, ana SONGS
which had been deemed commonplace s1u'oe ,
like messages from hearts laden WITH ueeP'''
feeling. , on bis bomeward
NAV and looked back over the hedgerow, a' tie
house he had just left lie knew NV, III" , , came
loved Miss Aynshaw. win the kIoW ~, sait that
a tumult Of emotions. One moment ne ieit 'nat
he could rush ac ,oss the helds burst i''o ,s W.,
dra wing-room where Sybil and her frlenu ~ "ouiu
stiII be sitting declare before his cousin p.i0re
the whole world II need were. his love for MISS MIS-,
Aynshaw clasp her In his strong arms: ana take
her answer In kisses from her lips A Inomen.
later he would the sin and shame OF thousn'S
iike these Hateful II seemed so to think OF one
whom he should approach in lowly hoh'ass'
whose hand II were priceless privilege 10 .ou,''
whose lips were the entrance TO the sacred ter
Mo ~ a stainless soul There came wild regret
that he could not as they did In days OF oid hsh'
great fights and lay the crown or victory AT the
feet of the Queen Of Beauty: that even In these
do ys he had not done something splendid. written
a book or painted q picture over which the worio
might rave for generations opened UP coi'i-
nent or led fororn hopes with bravery never
equacd. oh. why wasn't he duli NJ. T. tag
ing his prejudices AS prlnciples, ana WIFI ,i'
oninions strangely in exact accordance with the
exigencies of his own party. but still WIN SOM
thing of reputation around him. Cyril felt ne
was only a dawdling do-nothing, and the pros
pect looked dark to him. til an Idea came witf
more Of hope in II than ever sunlight hau Vi
warmth and light.
Perhaps she loved him, What else meant the
deep tenderness of those glanccs shot from up
turr ed eyes. the interest manifested IN MS CO.
ings the pleasure so openly taken in his com
pany? Clear was the reason or those HtS
Of petuance Of silence. of seeming dlspleasure'
the: were but maiden opposition 70 the power
of love. SO Cyril strode hcmcward Gwe:ler
in the region Of air. and I'm that air he punt iair
castles and Of those castles one golden-haireu
girl was MISTRESS while in actuaI fact that glri
was sitting talking 10 Sibyl, and the talk was
all of-Micent Poole.
on the following morning Cyril said TO his
mother who for in way was taxing
breakfast elsewhere than In bed. "Cant you
make a few calls to-day. mother. and II possible
arrange a small dinner party for tomorrow.
Syhil and very great friend ~ hers are com
ing
Mrs Daynton readily acceded. She had ideas
She knew perfectly we'll that cyril meant Sy-
bils friend to be on view on the evening OF the
following day. She determined. If possible. 10
secure for her dinner r-party-b"auty the Misses
Mares: blood the Hon. Maud Torrington: and
wealth Miss Jane Preston so that the deluded
hoy should see bv contrast the shortcomings OF
the siren who had attracted him Mrs Dayn-
ton was firmly convinced that all Sybls friends
were of the thrd-rate governess order; but
when the evening Of the next day came. great
surprise awaited her and she fell In love her
self with the proud and beautiful girl who
came with Sybi.
Miss Aynshaw was clever. too She knew
Mrs Daynton by repute. and 80 only Margaret
Aynshaw but colder and prouder than usual.
appeared during the evening Cyril was anxious
and depressed he watched the impassive face
OF the one visitor for whose enjoyment he carei
most lie was made happy. however by the
manner OF her leave-taking. There was no cold
ness in the smile she gave him. her hand GER
,ainly rested unresstingly N his as h. pressed
it with unusual warmth. and the eyes sent
message that was not all Good night.
When the last OF the visitors had gone. Mrs.
Daynton said: "Cyr. on occasions Ike these
| feel that ! am getting old. The place wants
a Younger mistress Should YOU ever think Of
marrying my son. my blessing and best wishes
will he yours. Goodnight And she kissed
him. In that moment cyril knew that Miss
Aynshaw had made a conquest OF his mother
He stayed up late that night thinking. think
ing of how he should put his love into words.
vainly wishing that his was a silvery tongue.
able 10 tell in soft sweet accents the devotion
which inspired IT, cyril lived in anticipation
through the exquisite pleasure which would be
his when the story had been told and she had
answered "Yrs: when the dark brown eyes
would be- lifted t. his. shining with Infinite ten
derncss and those dainty lips would touch his
own and bring thrill which .ifc had never
known before: when the feeling would come
that the better part Of himself in another's
Keeping and that something OF another's good
ness and greatness was Ills now. To help. TO
strengthen. and to please That night hard
hitting Daynton' a dreaming boy: a great
emotion had possession of his soul.
His sleep was dreamess; IL knew no echoes
Of his waking thoughts: but with consciousness
came back the delirum of the previous day. II
was a lovely morning and Cyril arrived early
n his unclc's. lie was In high spirits. ready
for the programme Of the day. He had need Of
high spirits for Frank Butler Joined the party
and almost monopolized Miss Aynshaw's atten-
ton Pleasure enough FOR one day. however
Cvr found In dreaming OF the future Through
the dreams noat.d regrets They were scarcely
Cyrs. for he different To the Cyril Of
three days before. and the old Cyril and the
things ne had done seemed SO far off that dis
tancc sOftened the regret which so many OF the
actions called for. What great things he was
going to do In the years that to come for
the sake Of a glr who was to be his wife. So
he sat and fashioned his future out Of fancy as
ne watched Madge fitting through and around
the Old Abbey ruins. while the soft September
sunlight fell in splendor over everything. kiss
Ing the cold gray stones into warmth and light.
shooting through the irregular tracores OF the
ruined windows to sport on thu grassy carpets.
and glorifying into gold the browning leaves
that soon To fade and fall
on the next day the opportunity came. Cyril
can remember even now how the conversation
moved to the desired point. He was standing
leaning over the low balcony on the terrace.
from which they could see the river They
for Madgc was standing by his side. They had
been admrlng the lovelines Of the scene. and
some one spoke OF the Thames. The Thames
flows TO London: from London to Dover is but
a step; when at Dover one thinks of Calais;
Calais Is in France; France had n Napoleon.
and Napoleon was ambitious So from talking
OF the river Miss Aynshaw came to ask Cyril
casually. Have you any ambition, Mr. Dayn-
tom"
Cyril hesItat moment, and then said
quietly. Il had not. three days ago. have now
"a great. a very strong ambition to be your
husband and To be worthy OF the honor. ! love
you. Miss Aynshaw. VIII you be- my Wife,"
For a moment Margaret Aynshaw In her turn
hestated Then three voices sourded in her
ears. coming from far of; but they seemed
loud and vehement. and Cyrll's voice had been
very quiet.
lie looked up at her face. and saw its gentle
ness die and mocking smile play around the
sometimes pretty lips. a laugh came. cold and
hard.
Really. Mr.. Daynton. you are too absurd"
Cyril looked thunderstruck.