The Republican., 1900-12-13
+ A LOVE SET !
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~ sat with my sister. Lady Emily,
by the side of the river. Nature had
donned her summer dress the river
flowed silently away between banks
in green dresses, trimmed with rushes,
among which the water diamonds
sparkled in the sunshine. Great trees
hung loving over the clear water, gaz-
ing at their fnery mirrored in its
depths, as if they would never tire
of admiring themselves in their beau
tiful summer clothing. This is Lady
Emily's description of the scene.
was busy fishing. There seemed no
one in the world but ourselves and the
flies.
''Where is Tommy this morning?"
/ inquired, rescuing my hook from the
interior of a misguided fish. Emily
emerged from parasol, behind which
she had retreated during the opera
ton. She said l reminded her of Nero
on such occasions.
81 have sent him into the village to
do some shopping for me-" she ex-
planned.
l WhlstleA softly.
"Three miles in the heat! Great is
the power of love"
81 am a little worried about him."
said Emily.
"Oh, he'll be all right. Ice applied
to the head works wonders" l re-
marked, cheerfully.
"It's not that; but-but l believe he
is going to propose"
II should not think So" I said, ju-
dicially. His feelings when he re-
turns from the village, very hot and
tired, will be rather those of hatred
of the tyrant who sent him on such
a journey"
Il shall mix him some good oatmeal
water"
"And add insult to injury"
'He says he likes it,"
''Then probably he will propose.
Matters seem TO have gone far"
But it will upset everything if he
does" said Emily, plaintively.
"Why?' inquired.
"Because-it's impossible of course
and he'll go away, and 1 shall be
without anyone to-to-fetch things
from the village"
"Shall I awaken the echoes of the
past?" said I, presently.
1 began to count the echoes on my
fingers. Charlie Musgrave Lord
Hartley!"-and so on, until I began
again at my thumb. Then Emily in
terfered
"You dare!" she said.
For a time neighboring cuckoo
monopolized the conversation.
Then Emily said: There's Tom
my"
A white figure was crossing bridge
a little way higher up the river. There
was WEAKNESS in his gait that went
to my heart, and l seemed to feel in
myself the torture of thirst that must
possess him.
you are going to meet him?" in
quired, seeing Emily rise.
"Yes," she replied, giving herself
that wonderful little shake with
which a woman can Danish all disor-
der from her attire.
evening, 1 observed letter lying on
the table addressed to Emily in a
hand Enthusiastically masculine. / was
informed tnat she was out, also that
Mrs. Boyton was out. l drew my con-
clusions, and, knowing the favorite
haunts of my sister, took the letter
and went out in quest of them. l
found them sitting together under
the trees, watching the fish rising at
the flies. At least, that is what they
said they were doing.
II hope I am not intruding," said I.
"Oh, mol" said Emily.
"Certainly not-very pleased-lovely
evening-warm!" muttered Tommy,
inarticulately.
/ fanciec he was not quite sincere,
and proceeded to offer one of my best
cigars, as proposition. lit another
myself, and we sat in silence for many
minutes The air was intensely still;
the blue smoke wreathed upward, and
hung in miniature clouds over our
heads, to the great discomfort of the
neighboring flies.
"Do you want the boat this even
rsng?" inquired Tommy, abruptly.
"No."
"Will you come on the river?" he
asked of Emily.
She assented. and, as they rose TO