Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-08-20

Mr. Tupnan wounded In the arm
by an accidental shot while hunting
had been left in the quiet seclusion Of
Dineley Dell. with the gentler sex for
guardians The solicitude and anxiety
they showed in his behalf were all
favorable to the growth of those softer
feelings which nature had implanted
deep in the bosom OF Mr.. Tracy Tup-
man, and which now appeared destined
TO center In one lovely object.
The young ladies were pretty, their
manners winning. their disposition flaw
less But there was dignity in the
manner touch me not-ishness in the
walk. majesty In the eye of the
Spinster aunt. to which. at their time Of
life. the young ladies could lay no claim,
and which distinguished her from any
female on whom Mr. Tupman had ever
cazed That there was something
kindred in their nature--Mr Tupman's
and the aunt's--something congenial in
| their souls, something mysteriously SYM
pathetic in their bosoms-was evident.
Her name was the first that rose to
MFR. Tupman's lips as he lay wounded
on the grass, and her hysterical laugh
ter was the first sound that fell upon
his ear when he was supported to the
house But had her agitation arisen
from an amiabIe and feminine sensi-
| bility which would have been equally
| irrepressibe In any case? Or had 1t
| been called forth by more ardent and
! passionate feeling which he. Of all
men living, could alone awaken? These
were the doubts which racked his brain
/ as he lay extended on the sofa: these
we're the doubts which he determined
/ should be at once and forever decided
| II was evening. There sat this pair,
| uncared for by all the absent others.
caring for none. and dreaming only of
themselves. There they sat, in short.
like a pair of carefully folded kid gloves.
| They went for walk in the garden.
ostensibly because the spinster aunt had
| to water her flowers. There was a
/ bower at the farther end, with honey
| suckle jessamine and creeping plants
| one of those sweet retreats which
| humane men erect for the accommoda-
| ton OF spiders She took up water
/ ing pot and was about to leave the
| arbor, but Mr. Tupman detained her
/ and drew her to a scat beside him.
| Miss Wardle" said Mr.. Tupman,
you are An angel"
| mfr. Tupmanl" she exclaimed, blush
| ing as red as the watering pot "All
| women are angels. they say"
| Then what can you be?" replied Mr..
/ Tupman Where was the woman who
/ ever resembled you? Where else could
1 hope to find so rare a combination of
| excellence and beauty" Mr. Tllpanan
! paused and pressed the hand which
1 clasped the handle Of the happy water
| ing pot.
| The lady turned aside her head Men
| are such deceivers," she whispered
They are. they are" calculated Mr..
| Tupman. But not all men. Their
lives at least one being who can never
| change-one being who would be con-
| tent to devote his whole existence to
| your happineSs-who lives but In your
eyes-who breathes but in your smiles
who bears the heavy bur6en Of life itself
| only for you"
Gould such an individual be found?"
| said the lady.
1 But ne is found" said the ardent
Mr. Tupman. interposing. He is
found He is here, Miss Wardle." And
ere the lady was aware Of his intention.
! Mr.. Tupman had sunk upon his knees
/ at her feet.
| MIR. Tupman, rise" she said.
/ "Never!" was the valorous reply.
/ "Oh. Rachael" He seized her passive
/ hand and the watering pot fell to the
I ground as he pressed II To his lips. "Oh.
! Rachael Say you love me"
Mr. Tupman said the spinster
aunt. with averted head. II can hardly
| speak the hut--but-you are
not wholly indifferent to me"
| Mr.. Tupman no sooner heard this
avowsi than he proceeded to do what
| his enthusiastic emotions prompted
and what. for aught we know for We
are but little acquainted in such mat
| ters). people in such circumstances
! always do. He jumped up. and throw
| ing his arm around the neck of the
! spinster aunt. he implanted upon hec
| lips numerous kisses. which after a
show of strangulation and resistance,
! she received pasSively, but exclaimed.
| Mr.. Tupman. We are observed! We
| are discovered"
Mr. Tupman looked around. There
| was the fat servant boy, perfectly rho-
| tionless, with his large, circular eyes