The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1898-11-23
A CASTLE IN SPAIN.

a CASTLE In SPAIN.
Mrs. Grandeourt Bennington had
planned il all out in her mind from the
first meeting, when they would instant
ly fall i'll love with each other, to the
wedding bells and flowers and music
There was only one drawback to this
delightful chateau en- spagne," and
that tremendous obstacle was Miss
Beatrice Grandoourt Bevington, tho
alternate JOY and despair of her grand
mothers heart.
at is no use arguing or commanding
or persuading, said Mrs Bevington to
herself, with n sigh. "If she won't, she
won't, SO it is just SO much breath
wasted to try either way"
Now, the plain facts of the case are
these; Mrs. Bevington had that morn.
ing received IA letter from an old friend
IA friend whom she had not seen In
years, in fact since she was 20 and no
30 Can you guess why? A misunder-
standing, IA girls hasty action, "A mans
wounded pride and parting Forty
five years had elapsed, and now he had
written to say that his grandson was
visiting in tho neighborhood and would
be honored by permission to call. His
grandson She could hardly realize That
now he was old. nearly 20 in fact 70
her he had always appeared as in days
Of yore
You, of course, can fnthom Mrs
Bevington's plans that these two young
persons should marry After all, what
could be nicer? she thought And per
haps that would in measure make up
for her own lost happiness. for though
these memories We're nearly half n cen
tury old. Mrs. Bennington thought still
with sigh and II misty fear of what
Knight have been.
And Beatrice. her darling dearer
even than her own children had been
with her naughty, impulsive. loving
spirit, whose life was like an April
day, smiles and tears would her life
also be spoiled by hnsty action, which
tendency she inherited from her grand
mother and father;
After great deal OF Thought Mira
Bevington came to tho wise conclusion
therefore determined to say nothing
whatever to Beatrice about the expected
guest, his grandfather or her own
wishes, hopes and fears
Tho long expected day came at last,
and the guest was to arrive In time for
dinner Beatrice looked in amazement
at her grandmother ms she anxiously
asked her what sho intended 10 wear
that evening, what flowers she preferred
and wouldn't she do her hair up in her
favOrite way?
Is any ono coming, grandma asked
Beatrice, little thinking OF the plan
that was being Matched by the stately,
dignilied lady.
Mrs. Whitby and the doctor, " re.
piled Mrs, Bevington. feeling guilty
qualm as she hid the fact that she also
expected another guest. but you
know, dear, it seems to me that lately
you have not been SO particular about
coming in early to dress for dinner and
have therefore had to hurry. "
Beatrice blushed and looked rather
frightened.
The afternoon dragged YEARLY away.
The heat was so intense as to make
driving or walking an impossibility,
and Mrs. Bevington had not the liking
for the woods possessed by Beatrice,
who had disappeared after lunch and
would not be seen until after dinner
time
AS 1t grew cooler Mrs Bevington
walked slowly down the forest road,
thinking to meet Beatrice on her way
home, but her courage soon gave out.
and she sat down to rest on tho pretty
little seat that had been put up for
Beatrice and which she called her
bower.
AS she sat there, resting and dream
ing, the clear, dulcet tones of Beatriee's
voice struck her ear, with tho accom-
paniment Of a man g voice which seemed
altogether strange to her
lone Of the child's friends. " thought
the grandmother. with an indulgent
smile.
Beatrice was great favorito with
the superior sex.
She rose from her seat as the speak
ers approached her retreat and leisurely
duNduCcu u Inject tHeIu. but 10 Her nor
ror and amazement, instead of seeing
some familiar form, she saw tall,
handsome stranger actually catch her
own granddaughter, Miss Beatrice
Grandcourt Bevington, in his arms and
kiss her in way that made Mrs. Bey.
ington feel, in spite Of her anger, in
dignation and disgust, what the boys
call "chokey."
"Goodby, my darling" he whisper.
ed in oaressing tone II shall see you
this evening""
''At what time shall expect you?"
asked Beatrice.
Amy time between and TO-" he
replied, and with more caressing words
and sweet looks they parted, he going
back through the woods and she return
ing home.
Mrs. Bevington Eat down, feeling
quite faint. Was this how her castle In
Spain was to end---to burst like a bub-
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