The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-01-28
CHATTER NJ.

tDuil-lOOklng day, says Dlcky browne,
looking up from his hroiled kidney to
glare Indignantly through the window at
the gray sky.
1T can't be always May" says Beau
clerk, cheerfully, whose point il is to take
ever a lenient view of things.
Il suppose we ought to do something to-
day" says Lady Baltimore presently. Il
was thinking that if we went to 'Connors :
Cross it would be a nice drive. What do
you say. Beatrice:
Il pray you excuse me-, says Lady
Swansdown LAS l leave tomorrow, l
must give the afternoon TO the answering
of several letters, and TO other things be
sides"
IN drive You there this afternoon, Miss
Kavanagh," says Beauclerk, in his friend
ly way. that in public has never tincture
of tenderness about it. I'VE might start
after luncheon. 1t is only about ten miles
off. Es:' to Baltimore.
Ten" briefly.
Il am right them" equally; eve might
easily do it in little over an hour.
Il should like it." says Joyce, in 4 hesi
tating sort of way; but
Then why not go, DEAR says Lady
Baltimore, kindly. The Morroghs of
Creaghstown live not half a mile from it.
and they will give you tea if you feel
tired; Norman is q very good whip. and
will be sure to have you back in proper
time
Dysart. lifting his head, looks full at
Joyce.
1T is settled. then" says Reauclcrk
pleasantly. Thank You ever so much for
helping me to get rid of my afternoon in
SO delightful a fashion,
1T is going to rain. 1t will be a wet
evening" says Dysart. abruptly.
At half-past two precisely, however, a
dog-cart comes round to the hall door
Joyce, running lightly down stairs. habit
ed for Il drive meets Dysart at the foot
of the staircase.
do not CO. says he, abruptly.
Not go-now,' with a glance at her
costume
Il didn't believe you would GO" says he
vehemently. Il didn't believe it possible
or | should have spoken sooner. Never
theless. at this moment | entreat you to
give it up"
"Imposible." says she, curtIy, annoyed
by his tone which is perhaps unconscious
y little dictatorial.
You refuse me-
1T is not the question. | have said
would go | see no reason for not going
| decline to make myself foolish in the
eyes of everybody by drawing back at the
last moment"
You have forgotten everything then"
Il don't know" coldly, that there is
anything to remember
oh" bitterly, mot so far as am CON
cerncd. | count for nothing. | allow
that But he-I fancied YOU had at least
read him"
Il think. perhaps, there was nothing to
read" says she, lowering her eyes.
If yOu can think that, it is useless my
saying anything further
He moves to one side as if to let her
pass. but she hesitates. Perhaps she
would have said something to soften her
decision. but. Il rare thing with him-he
loses his temper. Seeing her standing
there before him, so sweet. so lovely. so
indifferent, as he tells himself, his despair
overcomes him.
Il have a voice in this matter" says he
frowning heavily. Il forbid you to go
with that fellow
\ sharp change crosses Miss Kava-
out of it. She stops leisurely. and Olsen
gaging the end of the black lace round her
throat from an cnvious banster that
would have detained her, without further
glance or word for Dysart, she goes up the
hall and through the open doorway. Beau
clerk, who has been waiting for her ont
side. comes forward. 4 little spring seats
her in the cart. Beauclerk jumps in be
side her Another moment sees them out
OF sight.
nysart's prophecy proves true. At four
O'Clock, while Beauclprk and Joyce are
still some distance from their destination,
the rain comes down in torrents. They
seek shelter in the nearest hamlet, and,
fortunately. find in it an inn kept hy Il
Mrs. Connolly who was a nurse to Joyce
and her sister when they were infants.
All the evening and far into the night
the storm RACES 50 furioUSly that Beau
clerk and Joyce are compelled to stay 1T
the inn until morning shall come Mrs
CoDnoll, has promised Joyce that she will
accompany them back to the castle to eX-
plain her absence and nip in the bud any
scandal that might rise from the mishap.
Kisini- from q sleeplesS bed, Joyce goes
down uext morning to find Mrs. Connolly
standing on the lowest step of the stairs
rs if awaiting her. booted and spurred for
the journey.
Il tGuld him to ordhcr the thrap early,
me dear. for | knew ye'd be anxious,
says t4e kind woman. squeezing her hand.
An Iiow," with an anxious glance at her,
Il hope We ate yer breakfast. | guessed
ye'd like it in yer room. 50 | sint it up to
We. Welcome on. dear Mr.. Beauclerk
is outside waitin explained it all to
him. Said We were tired. We know, an
eager to get back. And so al's ready an
the horse impatient"
In spite Of the storm yesterday, that
seemed to shake earth and heaven. to-day
is beautiful. Soft. glisteninS steams are
rising from every hill and bog and valley
as the hot suns rays beat upon them. The
grass looks grecner for its bath. all dust
is laid quite low, the very lichens on the
walls as they drive past them look washed
and glorihed.
The sun is flooding the sky with gor-
geous light; there are sweet smells all
| around" The birds in the woods on
either side of the roadway are singing
/ high carols in praise Of this glorious day.
/ All nature seems joyous. Joyce alone is
silent, unapprecative, unhappy.
The nearer she gets 10 the Court the
more perturbed she grows in mind How
will they receive her there: Barbara had
said that Lady Baltimore would not be
/ likely to encourage an attachment be
tween her and Beauclerk and now,
/ though the attachment is impossible, what
will she think of this unfortunate adven-
ture: She is so depressed that speech
/ seems impossible TO her and 10 all Mr.,