The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-03-07
have remembered her.

have remembered her.
IT am sure we have not; or i
should not have forgotten you,' said
Evelyn She looked at the moor,
and then, with sense of pity stirring
within her, at the girl. do you not
feel very lonely here som etimes? 2"
she asked.
Cara considered for moment, then
shook her head.
mo" she replied. why should
I? There is always the work
eyes; but you can't always be
working said Evelyn, with a smile,
'.the mill must stop sometimes, and
then-But suppose you go for a
walk, or read, or do needlework 2"
Cara appeared to ponder these sug-
gestfons before she answered.
ST walk about the moor sometimes;
I don't read-I haven't any books;
and there is no needlework to do
I must go now. Good morning
But she was stopped again; this
time by Dexter Reece.
Zone moment, please" he said. in
quite a different tone to that which
Evelyn had used-the tone Of fine
gentleman addressing person very
much his inferior.
He was about to make the mistake
which Ronald had made last night,
and his hand went to his. waist-coat
pocket in search of a half a sovereign:
but Evelyn saw the action, and, shak-
ing her head earnestly, she murmur-
ed:
ooh, no, MOI"
He coloured, bit his lip, and shrug-
ged his shoulders, and raising his hat,
said to Cara, in the same tone:
LET me add my thanks to- Miss
Desborough's. You have behaved
very p1uckily; and we both appreciate
your assistance"
Cara turned her eyes upon him as
if she had not seen him before; but
she made no response, did not even
nod, and went into the bill. Reece
scrambled into the phaeton ,eyeing
| the horses with covert apprehension;
and Evelyn drove on. The cobs were
perfectly quiet now, and trotted down
| the incline with a subdued and de-
mure air, as they were ashamed of
| themselves, which they probably
were; for your horse has a conscience
What an extremely beautiful
girl" said Evelyn.
| Eyes: she was rather good-looking, y
he admitted. But don't admire
that kind of beauty. An extraordin-
airy looking creature"
| "Oh, do you think so?'s said Eve
Ign, glancing at him with surprise. 81
thought she was most graceful, and
in a way, charming. You mean hel
dress? Poor girl! I suppose she
| has nothing else to wear; the -four
would spoil nice things. But you
wouldn't think her extraordinary il
you saw her properly dressed she
added confidently. Didn't you no.
tice how graceful she was, how
straight she held herself, and how she
moved and walked?"
sTm afraid I was too much taker
up with the horses to pay much at,
tention to the GIRL he said, with 6
laugh.
I hi1,l< Io 20,
her, alone up here on the moor, witt
no other woman near her." said Eve
Ign, rather to herself than to Reece
Eyes; it would get ON most people:
but she is used to it, and use is sec
ond nature. Grand view here.'
Evelyn nodded absently; she wa.
still thinking of the girl-could no
get her out of her mind.
ST must come up here and see hel
again." she said.
She was preoccupied during the
Ire.t c. tbs drive; and when they wer,
at luncheon she. told her father @
4 the incident, and dwelt admiringly 81
Cara's display of courage.
Sir Reginald listened in his grin
uninterested way, and made no com
ment.
"Her fathers name is LemueI Ra
ven," said Evelyn, as if she could no
J leave the subject. HE must be a for
eigner, I think; for the daughter hat
J q Spanish or italian air about her
and was very dark. Do you know
anything of him, father?''
NO" replied Sir Reginald. 9Th
J name Lemuel is not uncommon il
Port Dale; he probably comes from