The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-11-01
CHAPTER XIV.
Continued.


Misplaced yes. And untrue also!".
Naturally"
He carries her across the water, sets
her down in safety upon the firmer
sands, and they proceed along their
way in silence. Miss Hardcastle
breaks it first.
Mrs. Chester is undoubtedly most
hmiable and meritorious person. She
I reminds me always Of one of Thack-
eray's good women, poor thing, and
| there can be no manner Of doubt that
she has a pretty face. That kind Of
red-and-white complexion is SO pleas
ing, before time renders it coarse,
and, though not one of the features
would bear criticizing, the white teeth
and general animation give you the inn
preston Of beauty. Never were good
looks more OF the beauti di diable or
| der; still"
'.Ah. that stir brings US to text!
The rest is marginal
TO think Of Felix Broughton, the
most difficult of spoiit human crea-
lures, passing the remainder of his
days with her-Felix Broughton, in
reality unamusable, yet who constant
I ly expects that every woman he APP
proaches shall be nineteenth CEN
fury Nine. de Maintenon and amuse
him. Tell me, Felix, for you have had
a good many hours experiences. does
Daphne ever originate an Ineligible
remark on any subject whatever?"
Il have not the slightest recoljec-
tion," answers Felix promptly. THAT
Mrs. Chester has under all circum-
stances looked charming, am posi-
tive
charming, even in a woman who had
no friend Of the soul, and who could
remember the dinner hour, would rem
der lifelong tete-a-tete endurable."
Il think nothing would render life
long tete-a-tete endurable." is Mr..
Broughton's reply. "a tete-a-tete Of
any kind is the very last thing / look
forward to in marriage"
Not when you live upon mutton
chops in the farm house, give up ices
and Monte Carlo, and grow your own
roses?"
All, that farm house-is in Spain!
Abandoning metaphor, let Us talk,
Glen, Of the one thing that really con-
Germs ourselves. and ourselves alone
Of your marriage"
She winces under the word as under
blow. Felix Broughton goes on calm
", and with deliberation.
Your intended husband is undenia-
bly, young man Of ability. AS time
goes on, it strikes me that he has a
very fair prospect Of 'akiDg name in
politics"
"PoliticsF' echoes Clementina, drear-
ny.
Yes, Sir John and have had one
or two serious talks Of late. and ! am
convinced Tor he is convinced that he
has future before Linn. You know
Glenn, the nothing-new, nothing-true
creed of idle fellows like me. Severne
holds the picturesque belief, not only
that life should be the verb to do but
that he, Severne. will infallibly leave
human affairs in general straighter
Khan he found them. He also believes
In getting into Parliament and work
ing out reforms there for grateful
country! Depend upon it, when he
leaves the army he will so in for school
boards or thu British workman; in
time, perhaps, write pamphlets. There
you could help him.
II hate pamphlets" exc.aims the
poor little bluestocking. X have been
stified with books and writer's, and
cleverness of all kinds. ever since
could run alone. It is not generous Of
| Sou TO tease me like this
you spoke with frankness concern
ing the object Of my choice, Clemen-
tina
Your choice! DO Won mean to tell
me that Mrs. Chester"
Il mean." says Felix Broughton. with
summary change Of tone, ana once
more making himself master of her
hand, II mean to talk no more either
| OF Mrs. Chester or Sir John Severne,
| bpt of you and of me. Glen, my darl-
ing, how many years is it. wonder.
since first we fell in love with each
other?"
I'm lover she stammers. shrinking
| timidly away from him, and with a
| pathos in her voice to which Felix
| Broughton is not insensible. We've
have been affectionate cousins all our
lives, hope
| I'VE have been nothing OF the kind.''
/ says Cousin Felix, decisively. do you
| remember children's ball you went
to once in Eaton Place--oh, half CEN
tury ago, and when stlll wore a sword
| in Her Majesty's service?p
"A fancy dress ball. half juvenile,
| hair grown up. My invitation cline
through you. Any pleasure thatsever
| entered my life, when ! was a child,
| came through you! Yes, remember 1t
1 all as though it were yesterday"
! You We're dressed as Minerva. poor,
small over learned Minerva that you
! were, and I--appeared in my natural
( character-a young simpleton Of the
! nineteenth centuryNin his scarlet jacket
! and gold trimmings
! You wrote your name down for
every one of my dances, giving me
leave to throw you over me throw
you over'if got chance Of better
! partners
/ aClementina. can You ueny that yOu