The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-05-26

mind and refuseu TO go with MIR. Ives.
So he went off to get Mrs. Wentworth
instead"
l started. Newhaven looked at her
for an instant, and then turned on his
heel She turned to me, quick as light
ming, and with her face all aflsme.
If you tell I'll never speak to you
again." she whispered.
After this there was silence for some
minutes.
"Well?" she said, without looking at
me.
II have no remark to offer, Miss
Cueenborough," l returned.
Il suppose that was a lie, wasn't it2"
she asked, defiantly.
Its not my business to say what it
was" was my discreet answer.
Il know what you're thinking"
IL was thinking said /, which |
would rather be-the man you will marry
or the man you would like"
How dare your It's not true. oh,
Mr.. Wynne, indeed it's not true"
Whether 1T were true or not 1 did not
know. But IL IT had been Miss Trix
Queenborough might have been expected
to act very much in the way In which
she proceeded to act; that is to say TO
be eXtravagantIy attentive to Lord New
markedly neGlectful of him in the cur
ates absence. 1t also fitted in very well
with the theory which l had ventured TO
hint that her bearing towards Mrs Went
worth was distinguished by a stately
ciVility, and her remarks about that lady
by a superiuity of laudatlon; for If these
be not two distinguishing marks of rlv>
airy in the well, bred, must so back to
my favorite books and learn from them
more folly. And If Trix's manners were
all that they should be, praise no less
high must be accorded to Mrs. Went
worth; she attained an altitude of nd
mirable Inconsistencies. and conducted
her Irritation (the poverty of language
force me to the word, but it is over fiip-
panU with the curate in staid quasi
maternal way. She called him a delight
full boy, and said that she was intensely
interested in all his aims and hopes.
What does she WANT" j asked Dora,
despairingly. she cant want TO marry
him." | was referring to Trix Queenhor-
ough, not to Mrs. Wentworth.
Good gracious, nor answered Dora,
irritably. Its simple jealousy. She
won't let the poor boy alone tin he's in
love with her again. It's horrible
shame!"
"Oh, well, he has great recuperative
power" said /.
Shed better be careful though. It's
very dangerous game. How do you sup
pose Lord Newhaven likes it?'
Accident gave me that very day hint
| how little Lord Newhaven liked it, and a
glimpse of the risk Miss Trix was run
ning. Entering the library suddenly,
heard Newhavens voice raised above his
ordinary tones.
Il won't stand it," he was declaring.
II never know how she'll treat me from
one minute to the next"
My entrance, of course, stopped the
conversation very abruptly. NewhaVen
had come TO stand in the middle Of
the room, and Lady Queenborough sat
on the sofa, Withdrawing myself as rap
idly as possible, | argued the probability
Of u severe lecture for Miss Trix, ending
In commando try her noble suitor's pa
thence no longer ! hope all this happenC,
for /, not seeing why Mrs. Wentworth
should monopolize the grace of sympa-
| thy, took the liberty of extending mine
! to Newhaven. lie was certainly in love
| with TriX, not with her money, and the
treatment he underwent must have been
as trying to his feelings as it was gall-
| ing to his pride.
! My sympathy was not premature, for
Miss TriX's destinations. which were IN
| dubitably great, began to have their ef-
| iect. The ne about the canoe was re-
| enacted, but with a different denouement.
| This time the promise was forgotten, and
the widow forsaken. Then Mrs. Went
| worth put on her armor. We had, in
| fact, reached this very absurd situation,
! that these two ladies were contendinS
| for the favors of or the domination over,
| such an obscure, poverty-stricken, hope
| lessly Ineligible person as the curate of
| Poltons undoubtedly was. The position
| semed to me then, and stil seems, to in
| dlcate some remarkable qualities in that
| young man.
| At last Newhaven made a move. At
breakfast on Wednesday morning he an
| nounCed that, reluctant as he should Oe
! TO leave Poltons Park, he was due at his
aunt's place in Kent, on Saturday even-
Ing, and must therefore, make his ar
| rangements to leave by noon Oh that day.
| Ihe significance was apparent. Had he
| come down to breakfast with "Now or
| NeVer!' stamped in fiery letters across
! his brow, it would have been more OBJ
trusive, indeed. but not a whit palmer
! We all looked down at our plates, ex-
| cept Jack Ives. He flung one glance Il
saw it out of the corner of my left eye)
at Newhaven, another at TriX; then he
remarked kindly:
! We shall be uncommonly sorry 10
| lose you, Newhaven."
Events began 10 happen now, and
| Will tell them as well as l am able, sup
! plementing my own knowledge by what
| l learned afterwards from Dora-she hay
| ing learned it from the actors in the
scene. In spite of the solemn warning
conveyed in Newhaven's intimation,
| IriN, greatly daring, went off imme-
diately after lunch for what she describe i
as "a long ramble" with Mr.. Ives There
! was, indeed, the excuse oil an old wo-
man at the end of the ramble, ana Trix
| provided Jack with IA small basket OF
,f.NVss II
rambe was, We felt, the thing, and |
was much annoyed at not being able to
accompany the walkers in the cloak OF
| darkness. Indeed, it was half-past 10
| before TriX, alone, walked up the drive.
| Newhaven, "A solitary figure, paced up
| and down the terrace fronting the drive.
| IriX came on, her head thrown back and
a steady smile on her lips. She saw New
| haven; he stood looking at her for a mo-
ment with what she afterwards desCrbed d
as an indescribable smile on his face,
but not, as Dora understood from her,
| by any means q pleasant one. Yet, if
not pleasant, there is not the least doubt
In the world that 1t was highly signif-
cant, for she cried out ncrvously:
why are you looking at ine like that?
| What's the matter?"
Newhaven, still saying nothing, turned
! his back on her and made as ii he would
walk into the house and leave her there,
| ignored discarded, dcIe with. She, real
izing the crisis which had come, forget
| ting everything except the imminent dan
| ger of losing him once for all, without
time Tor long explanation or any round
| about seductions, ran forward, laying
her hand in his arm and blurting out
But I've refused him"
l do not know what Newhaven thinks
now, but l sometimes doubt whether he
would not have been wiser to shake off
| the obtaining hand and pursue his lonely