Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1897-02-25
DAN CUPID.
copyright, IsO1, by tho AuibOr.I
By TIE DUCHESS.

copyright, lSOl, by tho Auihorl
Sometimes too hot the eye of HEAVIER
shines Today proves it. Terrible is the
strength of tho rays that Old Sol i:
finging broadcast upon the simmering
earth. The tennis players have given in
70 it, and confessing themselves van
quished have flung their rackets tc
the winds and themselves into garden
chairs or else prone upon the shaven
lawn under the acacias according to
their sex.
Two OF them, however, have wander
ed rather far from tho acacias and the
tea tables and the tent, where better
things than tea can be had for the ask
ing. They have wandered into little
green space, shut ont from noisy world
by rows and rows of hedges, all beech,
on the north and south, and heavy
rhododendrons on the two other sides.
1t is little dream of o place, entered
by one opening only, and that through
the beeches.
"a sort Of Arcadia, isn't it?' says
Mr.. Brooke, glanoing up at his compan-
ion from his lounging position upon the
grass at her feet.
mo, says she, with little frown.
She makes a charming picture sitting
here in the sunshine next the old sun
dial, with her hat lying on the ground
beside her and the glinting rays from
the glowing heavens throwing golden
~ q IVNfn hnRs AsNO
eyes are blue and just at this moment
little angry. The mouth, too, SO prone
to laughter as rule, has grown mu-
tinous. Half child, half woman, she
has not yet learned the more delicate
shades of society's colors and leis her
thoughts lie openly upon her lovely face.
"You are hard to please" says he,
his eyes on hers. AS a rule, his eyes are
seldom anywhere else.
well, you are notp' returns she
promptly.
From afar the thrum, thrum, thrum,
OF a banjo comes to them, breaking a
stiffness that is almost oppressive.
"That's the unkindest cut of all"
says Mr.. Brooke placidly. "Tt's rather
q cut at Miss Morland, too, isn't it? l
presume you allude to my engagement
to her."
"You presume very wrongly, then. I
was not thinking of Miss Morland. Sho
ought to please She is rich, young,
handsome. f"
erich, yes.
..'And handsome" persistently.
SIS she? Oh, yes, of course she is. A
perfect Junol Too perfect Juno, per-
haps"
"You shouldn't meer at her., 7" says
the girl gravely.
II know that, and that's why l do
it," says he. "It is so difficult to resist
temptation, and to do the wrong thing
is always so pleasant. He is talking
idly, scarcely knowing what he says, /
his mind full Of her, full of the knowl-
edge that he loves her, her only, and |
with all the passion of his nature, and
that no is engaged to be married to an
other woman, handsome woman, the
daughter and heiress of cotton mer-
chant, what her own class would call a
fine girl, " tall, with light eyes and
lighter hair and distinctly underlined
She had met George Brooke some
months ago at the house of mutual
friend. and being filled with a strong
desire to rise out Of her cotton surround
ings had given him very clearly to un-
derstand that she was willing to accept
him should he choose to accept her for
tune, which was enormous, in exchange
for the old title that must come to him
On the death of his uncle, Lord Farm
ham, beggarly title, no penny of money
coming with it, as the uncle let the
nephew know as often as opportunity
There had been bad blood between 1
Lord Farnham and his second brother,
5eorge Brooke's father, and Farnham ,
vas not man to forget. He swore he |
would visit the sin of the father upon ,
he son, and sooner than let his money
70 to the young George he would leave |
t to hospital. As for the old name 4
md the keeping up of it, let it 90 to
ne ueS4l. 1ounR george would inherit
hat in spite of him, but it should prove /
! barren honor to him.
George took no steps to assuage his t
lncle's wrath. but he thought good t
eal of the time when he should be 3
lord Farnham, with only $500 year {
o back his title. He had shirked the ,
dea OF marrying for money, but when
diss Morland, with her undeniably
olden charms, flung herself at his head, r
10 permitted himself to argue the ques. g