The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-07-22


trevor, dispensing charity among the
cottagers; being at the head of the
charity schools and such. There is
nothing | dote on like charitable work.
| would like to be regular Lady Ben
eticent''
by Jove!" he muttered, sis she GO
ing to propose? They do these things
in the States. | believe"
Miss Hayward perceived his look of
con2ternati"n, and had hard work to
kyer from lagsnng outright.
"Ah! really, | must be going, don't
you know-have an engagement-the
club-and all that" he stammered.
After Rosstrevor was gone. she went
10 her father, who sat at the further end
of the room reading, and, putting her
arms around his neck. asked: Say,
papa, did You hear me shock the Brit
ish lion ?"
Her father looked fondly up at her,
who was the light of his eyes and the
pride of his heart, and exclaimed: "Ah,
Gene, you are a sad rogue" and they
had hearty laugh over the little lords
discontinue.
Gene said to herself: The little cub,
didn't | owe him grudge, and wasn't
| watching my opportunity? Well,
rather!"
As the days went by, twas either the
captain or Rosstrevor she was enter
tanning. That she liked the captain,
goes without saying; but he had a way
of glowering at her when he came and
found ROsstrevor with her that made
her feel decidedly chilly.
Eastman and Searles, of the Tenth,
discussing the affair at the club. said
Eastman: Il think they hold even
cbances?'
Eth? l do not follow YOU
"Why, Grant and Rosstreyor; which
do you think will win?"
well, as far as the men are con-
2arned, there ought to be no question.
for the captain is far and away the man
to catch girls fancy. but | shouldn't
be surprised if she bowled him over for
the other; there's the title, you know.
and women are tickle"
NOl NIdlll' lie > III LOT II. sure MS
first affair, | think and at his age It's
make or break"
Rosstrevor, under all his conceit, was
quick-Witted and sharp. When he per-
ceived the captain was in earnest he
scented game. He had ridden to
hounds too many times with cool
head and firm hand on the rein. and had
no fear OF becoming a cropper. He
liked Miss Hayward, for she was bright,
quick at repartec and talented; but for
a few mannerisms she displayed (Which
were all put on for his benefit, albeit
he did not know it) would have made
her Lady Rosstrevor. His conceit was
such that he thought twas but neces-
sary to place his title at her feet and
she would accept.
KS for the captain being in love. he
had lost his head and made a bad run
ming.
The affair was brought to a crisis
when one day Capt. Grant with his men
were ordered to the frontier As soon
as possible after issuing marching or
ders he goes to Miss Hayward. deter
Hincu 10 put ms rare To tliv. t,7t,-1.ese..s,
ing the house, he was doomed to disap-
pointment, as the servant informed him
her mistress was out riding with Lord
RosstrevOr.
The latter was consigned to-the
dogs. Making a second call after din
ner, he was successful in finding Miss
Hayward at home. How lovely she
looked in a simple white muslin and a
few violets on her corsage.
Are YOU aware we have marching
orders?' he asked. almost Immediately
after greeting her.
~ es-I-l heard of AFTERNOON, )"
she faltered, nervously twisting her
handkerchief through her fingers.
The captain paused a moment to col
Iect his thoughts; then, crossing the
room to where she was standing, blurt-
ed out; well, Genevieve. are you go
ing to send me away hopeless"
She looked up at him-and-and as
she said afterwards; His arms were
around me and kisses showered on nv
face before l knew just where | was
at"
The Calumet club gave the officers a
farewell reception the next night Capt.
Grant looked perfectly radiant coming
in with Miss Hayward, who was superb
in transparent black silk grenadine
over white satin; her flowers were
jacque roses.
Standing among a group of friends,
Capt. Grant announced their engage
ment.
That Lord Rosstrevor was cut up goes
without saying; he brought all his con-
ceit to the fore.
capt. Grant" said he, extending his
hand, you are a lucky dog, don't you
know. My dear Miss Hayward, accept
congratulations | am all at sea. now
that you have thrown me over"
draWled Rosstrevor. Gam quite incon-
solable. don't you know. How ever shall
[ eXist?"
Well said Miss Hayward. slowly,
moving her fan to and fro. making him
a sweeping bow. you might go into
trade. N. Y. Ledger.
what Could She Say.
There were three morning glories on
the teachers desk-a pink, a white and
a purple one-tied together with a