Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1905-08-17

Q0L5 now Much OLsslt 10 II tisls 1litis II
sister Cicely loves Mary SO well her
self that she is jealous, and often tells
me- then the lad stopped and stared
at me. and at him, perpIexed not
dreaming what was in his mind.
"Tells you what, Sir Humphrey :"
said /.
ssThat. that-oh. confound 1t. Harry
there is no harm in saying it, for you
as well as know the folly of it and
that it's but the Jealous fancy Of a
girl. Faith. but think my sister Cicely
is as much in love with Mary Caven-
dish as I. 'Tis but-nly sister Cicely,
when she will tease me, tells me it's
not but you that Mary Cavendish
hath set her heart upon, Harry
/ felt myself growing pale at that,
and could not speak because of a Gu
rious stiffness of my lips. and heard
my heart beat like clock in the de-
serted house. Sir Humphrey was look
ing at me with an anxiety which was
sharpening into suspicion. Harry,
he said, s.you do not think
+" ,Tis sheer folly, lad / burst out
then, and let us have no more Of it.
It's but the idle prating of a loyesiek
girl, who should have a lover, ere she
try to steal nest in the heart Of one
of her own sex. lis folly, Sir Hum
phrey Hyde
so said | to Cicely,' Sir Humphrey
cried eagerly, too interested in his own
cause to heed my sighting words for
his sister lis the ranlzest folly,
told her. Here is Harry Wingfeld, old
enough to be Mary's father, and be-
beside Oh, confound it, Harry
the generous lad burst out, Il would
not like you for rival, for you are
a good half foot taller than |, and you
have that about you which would make
woman run to you and think herself
safe were all the Indians in Virginia
up, and you are a dark mani have
heard say they like that but, but Oh,
I say, Harry, tbs a shame that you
are here as you are, and not as a gen
tleman and a cavalier with the rest of
us, for all the evidence to the contrary
and all the government to the contrary,
it's, its the way you should be, and
not a word Of that charge do believe.
May the fiends take me if do, Harry
So saying, the lad looked at me, and
verify the tears We're in his blue eyes,
and out he thrust his honest hand for
me TO grasp. which did with more of
comfort than | had had for many a
day, though it was the hand of rival,
and the next minute forth he burst
again: Say. Harry, if it be true that
thou art out of the running and be-
heye it must be so, for how could
say. Harry, think you there is any
chance for me?.
Il know of no reason why there
should not be, Sir Humphrey l said.
"Only, only that she is what she is,
and but myself Oh, Harry, was
there ever one like that girls All the
spirit of daring Of a man she has, and
yet is she full of all the sweet ways
of a maid. Faith, she would draw
sword one minute and tie ribbon the
next She would have followed Bacon
to the death and sat up ali night to
broider herself a kerchief. Comrade
and sweetheart both she is, and was
there ever one like her for beauty?
Harry. Harry. saw you ever such a
beauty as Mary Cavendish?1
mo. and never will, 2 cried ], so fer
vently and 50 echoing to the full his
youthful enthusiasm that again that
keen look flushed into his eyes. liar
~" he stammered ont. you do not
say. for Gods sake. Harry. you are
a Esan If you are a--a-and every day
have you seen that angel. and and
Harry nay the devil take me if
would so against thee if she-you know
would not. Harry. for I remember
well how you taught me to shoot and
anil love thee. Harry, not in such
fool fashion as my sister loveth Mary.
but love thee. and never would
cross thee
''Sir Humphrey" said |. s'it is not
what ycu would. nor what would.
nor what any other man would. but
what be best for Mary Cavendish, and
her true happiness of life. that is to
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love her, or any other man love her"
Faith. and score do" he said
gloomily There be my Lord Estes
and her cousin Ralph. and know not
how many more Faith. | would not
have her less fair. but sometimes
would that few were color blind.
But It's different when it comes to
thee. Harry. IL she"
'.Sir Humphrey" said l, "were Mary
Cavendish thy sister and myself, and
loving her and she me, and you having
that affection which you say you have
for me, would you yet give her to me
in marriage and think 1t for her good p
Then the poor lad coiored and STAN
mered, and could not look me in the
face, but it was enough. '.Let there be
no more talk betwixt you and me as to
that matter. Sir Humphrey" | said.
There is never now nor at any other
time any question of marriage betwixt