The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-02-08

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energies from the Hotel dTsabsIla
about fifty yards distant from the lit.
tie place or square where the girl
is sitting, and, espying her, ap'
proaches.
The newcomer is young, fierfd
not distinctly Unlocking as far al
features go, but distinctly vulgar
The way he wears his hat, his jew.
elry, his necktie-everythi about
the man, in short-jars on your
taste, you know not wherefore. And
then he is mosquito bittenI And
mosquito bites are not wont to inn
prove the expression of the features
or to confer, even on worthier men
than Mr.. Jones, the air of distinc.
ton.
"A villa at Chapman elegantly fur.
nSshed-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 pity Rose does not
appropriate so much good fortune
herself! l 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..
| ToDoo,c fooa n c0ot IF xuorr, noIor Of
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
daled feet in the dust, then, glancing
up at Mr.. Jones much as one small
boy glances at another with whom he
is inclined to quarrel, but whose
strength he measures, begins to
whistle.
II thought yesterday you told me
you meant to give up that-that
slightly unfeminine accomplishment
of yours" he remarks after a 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 over
poor Mr.. Jones' very ears and
neck. "Ohl For the future, then
it's to be Belinda between us, is
it? Only too happy on my part, I
am sure. But / must ask one thing
back He has taken a place beside
her, after carefully selecting a COM
paratively clean patch of turf on
which to deposit his Hyde Park
splendor. 81 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!" hope you have
brought me some macaroons, Angus
tus? Augustus, try not to kick Costa
when you think am not looking. No
I could not If I saw you every day
till died, and if I lived to a hum
dred years old, 1 could never call
you Augustus 1 might do it once, I"
she corrects herself, half a 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.
at seems to me that you call half the
English and American fellows in the
place by their Christian names.
"Ah, they are only boys" said Be
linda. "You would not have me
mister my chums - the fellows I
play paume with-would you? L
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?"
well, yes, know thatMrs. O'Shea
is coming here, certainly" says Au-
gustus. Indeed, | had few lines
from her, written from Paris, by to-
days post. have her letter in my
pocket" where, however, he has the
discretion to let it rest. AS far
as can make out we shall have the
pleasure of seeing Mrs. O'Shea and
Captain Temple arriving this even
ing