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merges from the Hotel d'Isa5ella,

| about fifty yards distant from the lit.
tie place or square where the girl
is sitting, and, espying her, ap.
proaches.
The zee is young, fisrfd,
not distinctly Unlocking as far as
features go, but distinctly vulgar.
The way he wear his hat, his jew.
elry, his necktie-everything about
the man, in short-jars on your
taste, you know not wherefore. And
then he is mosquito bitten! And
mosquito bites are not wont to i'm
prove the expression Of the features,
or to confer, ever on worthier men
than Mr.. Jones, the air Of distinc.
ton.
"A villa at Chaplain elegantly fur
nished-an excellent parti for any
girl who may be lucky enough to
win him." thinks Belinda, as the
hero of her air-built romance draws
near. What a pity Rose does not
appropriate so much good fortune
herself! I must see about making
the match up as soon as I get them
together"
And with this she laughs aloud;
not as young ladies who have learned
to do all things prettily laugh, still
less as the British schoolgirl giggles.
Shrill rather, and impish, laughter
savoring of malice, not mirth, is the
laughter of Belinda O'Shea! Mr..
Jones's face, a spot of warm color at
all seasons, has grown to the hue Of
a well-ripened tomato by the time
he reaches her.
Good afternoon, Miss Belinda.
Upon my word. you have found out
the only bit of shade in the place.
Glad to see you find your own
thoughts so amusing" Augustus at
tempts the drawl of the high-bred
swell, as he has seen that parsonage
depicted on the stage; not with
very marked success.
Belinda pushes her ragged hat a
little further back from her fore
head, stretches out her shabby san
|odlCu lSSI Az ~ uuSl, IISA, ieNh 1o
up ct Mr.. Jones much as one Sail
boy chances at another with whom r.
is inclined to quarrel, but wh,se
strength he measures, begins to
whistle.
Il thought yesterday you told me
you meant to give up that|that
slightly unfeminine accomplishment
of yours" he remarks after q min
ute.
And l." retorts the girl, thought
you promised never again to make
use of that shocking Miss Belinda
If you had pluck enough to say to
think it necessary to call me some
thing, do say Miss O'Shea.' You
have no idea how caddish Miss Be-
linda sounds"
The tomato hue extends itself v
poor Mr.. Jones' very ears and
neck. ooh! For the future, then
it's to be Belinda between us, is
it? Only too happy on my part, I
I'M sure. But 1 must ask n thing
back He has taken a place beside
her, after carefully selecting a COM
p~aratively clean patch of turf on
which to deposit his Hyde Park
splendor. Il must ask one thing back
that you always call me Angus.
tus.'"
She looked at him through and
through with fearless child's eyes.
"Augustus!" 1 hope you have
brought me some macaroons, Angus
tus? Augustus, try not to kick Costa
when you think l am not looking. No
l could not. If l saw you every day
till 1 died, and if l lived to a hun
dred years old, 1 could never call
you Augustus might do it once"
she corrects herself, half q dozen
times even, if you bribed me hand
somely; but from my heart never
In other cases you don't appear
to feel much shyness about doing
So" remarks Mr.. Jones, cuttingly.
1t seems to me that you call half the
English and American fellows in the
place by their Christian names"
All, they are only boys" said Be-
linda. You would not have me
mister my chums - the fellows I
play paume with-would you? I
have my ideas, you yours, and no
doubt Rose will back you up in them
when she is here. You did not know,
by the bye, that my mamma was
coming to St. Jean de Luz, did you,
Mr.. Jones?"
We'll, yes, I knowtnatMrs. O'Shea
is coming here, certainly" says Au-
gustus. Indeed, I had a few lines
from her, written from Paris, by to-
days post. I have her letter in my
pocket" where, however, he has the
discretion to let it rest. "As far
as L can make out we shall have the
pleasure Of seeing Mrs. O'Shea and
Captain Temple arriving this even
ing"
To be Continued.