The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-10-18
A QUESTIONING;
ROMANCE q REALITY.
BY. MISS ANNIE EDWARDS

you say hundred times that the only
thing you dread on earth is tipsy
soldierr'
ITO trife, or seem to trifie, with af-
fections Of an engaged man is
crime''e
"A crimer' echoes Daphne Chester,
her lips a-quiver. 1T is not like you,
Aunt Hosie, to be SO wanting in char
ity."
ut would be less like me, hope,
Daphne, to be wanting in sense of
common honesty. The Loan of a
Lover may be a pretty subject for
comedy on the stage. In real life, such
manners, such leyity, are tolerably
sure to have a tragic ending. Have
the kindness to It the dishes straight,
child, if you please. Your drawing les
sons'--this with cmphasis-"do not
seem to have improved your eye for
symmetry"
The members of the yachting party
have received an invitation, collec-
lively, to partake of high tea at Fief
della Refine; moonlight sand-eeling
expedition to constitute the amuse-
ment of the evening. When the APP
pointed time comes. however, only
three of the expected guests put in an
appearance Sir John Seyerne, Felix
Broughton and Miss Hardcastle.
Lady Lydia, It is vaguely believed.
may be somewhere on the Channel be-
tween this and Normandy. Races are
going on at st. Malo; and Lady Lydia,
with Mrs. de Mauley and Max, was
last seen on the pier near upon the
hour when an excursion steamer was
advertised to depart for France. Miss
Rivers, knapsack -on shoulder, is tax
ing solitary walk round the island
The Arab has been lost since yester-
day. OF Mr.. birmingham need
scarcely add, no one for a moment
speaks or thinks.
"And SO, unless any of my lawful
guardians come to life. / must ask the
Misses Vansittart to be my chapeTons,"
says Clementina, as. she is taxing off
her hat in Daphne's little white, coun-
try-looking bedroom. "That is, If
chaperons, the browning mistakes OF
civilization, could by any possibility be
needed at Fief-de-la- Refine! Oh, Mrs.
Chester, how good it must be to in
habit house like this" she continues
mot an inkstand, not book to be
seen-our bedrooms at home are lined
with books, in case any of us should
feel sleepless in the night Mrs. Hard
castle says. A sea of whose chemical
constituents you know nothing, around
a sky you have never been forced to
survey through telescopes overhead
ah, and what delicious rea1 rosesr'
And balancing herself on the broad
granite easement ledge, Miss Hard
castle leans forth her town-complex-
Toned face amidst the labyrinth of
odorous, bloom-laden branches that
droop around.
1.-THE roses one buys in London never
seem quite real, against country ones"
she goes on, presently. Besides, when
was young, / was so tortured with
botany. classifying, after Linnacus or
Jussieu, every flower that blows.
that almost grew to hate the smell of
them. And to think you have never
had a governess, Mrs. Chester, never
been to lecture, or assisted at con-
versazione! What have / done to de-
serve such cruel reverses at the hands
of fate?
"Reversesw echoes Daphne Chester,
somewhat hastily. Yes, It cones
lightly enough to you, no doubt. to use
shat word. You. Miss Hardcastle, who
cannot yet have tasted one actual trou-
BILE, who have everything to make the
present sweet"
"Oh, I know. / know" interrupts
Clementina, with a jarring little laugh
when people are engaged it is
thought the correct thing always to
address them in that kind of jubilant
strain. AS if marriage was such a
panacea for human ills that the mere
road thereto were matter for insane
rejoicing! But perhaps you are not
aware"-she says all this in short,
decided manner, as she speaks tearing
|cruel wounds in the petals Of what
ever rose has the iuek to come be-
meath her fingers-"P Perhaps Sir John
Severne has not told you it is a set
tied thing that l am to be his wife?''
II knew of your engagement before
l first saw you at Quernec,v answers
Daphne. with as steady voice as she
can COMMAND.
And you think, of course, that both
of us are to be congratulated
Il think your prospects of happiness