Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1898-11-17

W HeuHt 10 MAKO sport OF my hHeu
lions or of any other mans. But
lacking this knowledge, must con
fess that glance and that appeal in the
circumstances would have sayored tC
me of coquetry-of a spirited and dan
gerous kind Poor child, how little
| understood hor--how coarse and
merciless had been my Judgment
"I've never done her any harm that
! know Of, I'm sure; and people don't
as n rule find It 80 very hard to like
mo, Paul" she added, with childish
wistful sigh,
"They don't, heaven knows they
don'tP / muttered, moving hastily
away,
"Good-by, Paul-good-by brother ]
may call you thatY" she whispered,
laying her hand on my arm, OBTAINING
me, "oh, If you had not gone away
If you had not left me--left me-"
FLUSH, hushW broke In thickly,
covering her hot hand with kisses,
We've must not think Of these
things now. Edle,"
Half way across the lawn met my
wife strolllng languldly towards me,
where have you beenY she asked,
with slight frown. 81 have been
looking for you everywhere-round by
tho paddock, stables, garden"
mot around by the cedar walk, my
love-"
ooh, you were there2"
Eyes; smoking q couple of cigars
for the last hour or 80 since ! left the
drawing-room."
"Then you must have met Miss Stop
ford going home; she left me nearly
an hour ago."
miss Stopford-Edle? Let me
see. Yes, of course met herl What
a lovely evening 1t isl Suppose we
take a turn by the river before din
ner?" I suggested hastily; and, she as
sentlng, we turned towards the wood
that bordered my property south and
west, watered by the brlskest, clearest
front stream In Yorkshire, fringei
with fern, forget-me-not and moss
covered boulders, against which the
water fretted unsteady, and break
ing into bubbling cascades drowning
the voice Of wood pigeon, blachbird,
and thrush that haunted the hazel
thicket through which Helen was du-
tifully breaking way for me.
what hurry 1t is in this even
ing-worse than ever!" she remarked,
when We stood arm In arm by the wa
ter, "You stupid, stupid little stream
to be in such fume to reach that foul,
smoky towns Don't you feel you're
well Off, hemmed In by these fragrant
banks, serenaded by thrush and black
bird bedded with sparkling pebbes?"
About a mile further down the lit
tie Col, swelled by some tributary
streams Of baser origin, lost It's crys-
tai Identity and, after being merclless-
ly scourged and threshed by the
spokes of mighty machinery, passed
through the manufacturing town Of
Shorten and, flowing eastward in
porter-colored food, emptiod itself In
TO the German ocean.
Eyes" l assented languldly throw
ing myself upon the grass and lighting
a cigar. 1T does seem in a COMPOUNDED
hurry; look, Nell, at that beech leaf,
what rate It's travelling at, by Jove!
II wonder II It will reach the sea
tonlght-heighoY unused Helen, who
never could look at the fairest streak
Of fresh water without longing for
salt.
Reach the sea tonight-that leaf!
You silly girl! Nell, would you like
to hear a story?"
Eyes, If It's a pretty one"
"It's all in minor key, like most
true tales. Sit down beside me and
I'll begin. Once upon a time there
lived up in that red house where you
and /, trust, my dear, will grow gray
together, young lady named Cecily
Dehnys."
"oh, it's family legend?"
Eyes; Miss Cecily was my great
and famous beauty in
her time. have a miniature Of her
somewhere, / must show It to you
She had score or so Of lovers and
suitors Of all ages and degrees, among
them some Of the most eligible bach
elors in the county. The eldest son
Of the duke, a most gallant and pol
lshed gentleman, proposed to her; but
she would have no one but young Ron
aid Hernshaw Of the Grange below
that stone house among the trees,
where We called the other day--a man
whom her parents and friends most
sensibly disapproved of, for young
Ronald had an evil reputation, and
lad squandered large slice Of the
property after he came of age.