The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-09-20

starts. ana forced halts. ana unexpect-
| ed avalanches Of sand, the descent a
accomplished
| Miss Hardcastle quits Felix Brougn-
| toms arm.
| The lovers, divided during the lapse
of three cruel years, stand face to face.
They shake handu Cousin Felix look'
| ing on with the pleasantest- had a.
most said the most fraterDal-expres-
sion IN the world. They don't ind one
syllable to say.
rs this the beginning Of the endY
"Clementina forgets to introduce me,
remarks Mr.. Broughton. coming for.
ward with his little air of genial suav.
ity, a hand outstretched. "Or perhaps
she thinks it is a case in which intro
ductiOn Is superauous. How are you,
Severne? Welcome back from India.
Warm, is it notg,
Every warm,'' repeats Sir John, Ia.
conically, and submitting to, rather
than accepting, the proffered hand
shake. .sYou arrived in Jersey this
morning, conclude. Glenn Miss Hard
CASTER"
He had thought Of her as Clementina
during their three years of betrothal;
as Clementina has written her love
letters, hopeful, despairing, ardent
gradually cooling, by the score. Yet
now that hore is so near fruition, now
that they are to be married in August.
and stand under this June sun looking
into each others eyes, the familiar
Christian name refuses to leave his
lips. (And during the last day or two
he has scarce been able to restrain
himself from calling Mrs. Chester
"Daphne.")
eyes," answers Cousin Felix, upon
whom all the onerous burden of talk
ing seems to fall, but with grace, I'VE
ran over from the other island,
Jersey-no, Guernsey help me, Glenn
entina, you know / can never remem-
Der which is which. At all events, we
ran over from the other place this
morning. birmingham found out from
some culpably interested pilot no
doubt, that the tides would suit for
longer, and hurried us off in the very
middle Of our breakfast. Capital fel.
low, birmingham; you know him, Sew.
erne?''
Il remember hearing Lady Lydia
birmingham had husband"
Precisely, the very man. and an ex-
cellent fellow, too, in his quiet, unob-
trusive way, but crazed on the score
Of fish. Abr a sudden animation
Frightening his bored voice ais the face
of pretty woman, the face Of Daphne,
comes within range Of his eyeglass,
what have we here sketching"
Sir John Severne's color-box, over
turned. his pencils and sketch book,
lie on the wet sand. Daphne. with
senses ostensibly fixed on the distant
sea, sits, half in light, half in shade,
beneath the rock; her yellow hair glis-
tening in the sun. her girlish figure
looking more girlish than its wont in
the plain cotton gown that forms 50
Wrong contrast to the silk attire the
drawn back skirts, the fan-shaped train
of Miss Hardcastle.. Little Paul, rosy
still from sleep, stands barefooted,
finger on LIP, intently watching the new
Corners at his side.
eve We're just--that is, was sketch
ing in the foreground" says Severne,
betrayed in his turn into the weakness
of an excuse. Zone sees such " Onder-
full effects among these Jersey rscks. "
"Charming effects, in truth" re-
turns Cousin Felix, with an expressive
glance in the direction Of Daphne Ches-
ter.
And then there was full stop
Daphne, country taught Daphne, it the
first to break the silence.
She rises, hesitates for an instant.
then comes forward, a smile of genuine
welcome round her lips, to Clementina
Every one around Fief-de-la- Reine
will be glad to see you, Miss Hard
castle. Sir John Severne has told you
no.-what makes us look upon him as
an old and valued friend? All, then
you must hear our version Of the story
Paul. come here. This is my little son
who but
For a certain high spring tide would
never have taught nue. the mystery OF
cabot fishing" interrupts Severne
quickly. do your best. Mrs Chester
/ know the excellence Of your inten
tons, but It's work thrown away. You
will not succeed in getting Miss Hard
castle to look upon me in the light Of 9
hero"
To be Continued.