Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 6, Number 22, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 November 1875 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR Tim PEOPLE. ii THE LOST BABIES. Come, mjr Wife, put down the Bible k&y

your glasses on the book. U-

*th

of us are bent and aged— Hack ward, mother, let ua look. Till# la still the mime old home*t«ul

Where 1 brought you long ago. When the hair warn bright with sunshine That now like wlnu-r* mow. Let us uUk about the bablts

An we ait here all alone, Such a merry troop of youngler* How we lotl tbein one by one. Jack, the first of all the party, rs nlgl:

Came t* us one winter's nlglit. Jack, you raid. Mi on U1 be a irnrson. Longbeiore he saw the light. Do you aeo that great cathedral

Pilled, the transept and the nave. Rear the organ grand!? pealing.

Watch the silken hangings wave $ Heetlio priest In robes of office With he altar at bis back— Would you think that gifted prencher

Could be our own little Jack

Then a girl with curly tresses Used to climb upou my knee, Like a lltt fairy |»rlneess

Ruling at the Hge of three. With the yearn there came a wedding— How yourfong heart swelled with pride When the lord of all the county

Chose your baby for )il» bride! •Watch the hLately carriage coming, And tlie form reclining there— Would you think thai brilliant lady

Could be your own little Clare?

Then the last, a blue-eyed youngster— can hear htm prnttllng now— •tiucii a fttrnus 'if' sturdy fellow,

With hla brood and honost brow, .( Dow be used to love his mother! ,.E.... Ah I ace your trembling lip: He Is far off on the water,

Captain of a royal shrp. Hw the bronze upon hi* forehead. Hear the voice of stem command—, That the boy who clung no fondly

To lil* mother'.* gentle hand 7

Ah! my wife, we've lout the babies, Our mi Iwng and ours alone What are we to these greal people.

Htately men and women grown Heklorn do we oven them Yea, a blfter tear-drop starts. And we ait here in the fire-Hunt, lonely hearth and lont-ly heart*, All their liv»s are full without ua liiey'll atop long enough one day Joel to lay until the churchyard,

Are you glad to see me, then St. legortook her hand a* ho said this and looked Into her fat*.

Oh 1 yo«." 1 really believo that you are and now. ss I am tired, 1 will ait down. »o on with your sewing."

Fanny went back to her seat, and St. Lege* aat down on a stool beside her. It was his'Uistmnary seat. He had via1 ted the cabin often now, and felllnto the way* of things easily. Puccoon waa alrnoal always al«ient, hunting, as ho wan on this morning.

I am vorv glad to aoe von again," aiUl the girl, "in her aweot, airnple voice «'T waa aure you were gone."

I did go—as far Willlanwburg." And---" What brought me back Tlte Inter volition of the beat of Governors!" Inughod St. I/egcr. "Ik) you wish to hear about it T" "oh, yea." *,

Horeiathe narrative, than, Fanny. An a great author aava, "I will bo brier.' 1 feci off with Mr* llarley, who wan read to weep at my departure, rode to Uie capital, and waa about to wall, when I got a note from hla Excellency the CJorernor, requesting mo to eomo and aoe him. went 1 waa recolved in bia big room, with portraits of tbe King and Queen ataring down at you. I am now going to some long tine word*. Hia Kxceiletn-v. ae«n»H, was In a difficulty. Tie wlahed toaend to tbe people in lxndon—fJW? report of atfalra In tbe colon!#*: Tbta report muU go by a aur.» hand: I was a aur« hand. The rep&tt would Lake a taout would I at«y? No# for *mie nior# long v«nb«. JO* Ese^llettey p«we**H*d to Md that h« would aoe that Mr. St. I-eg«r grt into no trouble. He would write to the Foreign ©fltoe, which would notify the War Onioo, whleh would notify the comtuandlng ofllwr of the Bin en, that the aftld Mr. St. I^gvrwaa abaent on tbe nubile aenriee by whirhmeana r#il Upe would be rw*p«cted. L)o yon know what ml tape la, l-'anny

Fanny aiMOk her bend, laughing, and Mid "N a" ••And what tbe Foreign Offle* l», and (4i« other oltteea, and alt

TH»» aam© Ignoranee, Happy maiden!" aaid St, I/*er, laughintf, "and If you take my advice you will never learn. Tl»ey are fearfully atupid thingssand I iunaftrtunat« man be kert» with yw«, li»te*d of in Tendon with fArw if ever a human being a expmdoo of oountenanco verified hla worda, 81. Locor'a did. lie waa looking at Fanny cbeeka, last touched wtui tbe teap.tint, at her long laahe*.

gh* bar ey«a andbx^ed al bin, tuVnin* ber allgbtly. "IMB qo***'".'. anybody «*er t«t! yea tbai jr«* beautiful?"

Did

Miutifolr e* -a•"« *n

4«

Yrtt**

,» beautiful ujo^ndeed, air. Who would take

^nSiSTrc: t*U i..«fc trouble,"

an^

Pl8t.'Leger

Then they'll each go on their way.

JUSTIN HARLEY.

A. ROMANCE OF OLD YIIKilSIA,

|»Y JOUX KSTKN COOKE,

Author of "Dr. Vandyke," "Surry of Eagle's Neat," "Tlie Virginia Comedian*," &c.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

ST. kEOEIt COMKS TO THE cpNCIXSION

THAT 111: I.H CHAZV.

fanny, Iho daughter of Puccoon the trapper, was Hitting, as usual, at the door of tho lmt in the hills, when St. I/»ger omerpod on horseback—after leaving Huiley and Evelyn—from the deep-green magnolia-like laurels, and

iprnached, dismounting and afllxing brhilo of li* horse to a bough not far from the girl.

At Right ofbim Fanny rose quickly, with a sudden color in her chcek. "You!"

Yoa, Fanny yc#!" You liarc coino hack!'' :t Those words had escaped the girl's lips In a Hort of lluiter. She took two iiteps toward him and stopped. Stand Ihg'there, with ono knee bent tho little feet, in thoir spotless stockings and coarse shoes, plain beneath the skirt ber head drooping forward a little, her curls covering her shoulders in tangled fjrofhslou, and framing the blushing cheek* and the blue eyes, Fanny ways tfko a picture.

«akl St Leger, with a ttttle latigtt, mttfgled with a suapicloua slgb. Fanny had resumed her sewing, withoar^rio^rssub^i & .. •»_ i— fiha ill 111 d«l more cotor ln toSft ""22 aeemed to be miiMng: a rw^v thottgEt eomethlng on nw tuirm, ewe www tmwv had plainly come Into her mind. low1"

a woman and whether v.u are poor or

not you are not

CJ(

^lfor that matter,'' ^d St. LegeiVAnnrmitv1". am not of those people who believe mere rank in life makes any difference. gentleman is a gentlemin, and a bidy.

j\ .... „r.l„ ploughman*. this ciiild the doctrine of" the French philosophers, and overturners, then coming into vogue*.

I am very glad vou tbink well of us, Mr. St. Leger, said Fanny, simply. "I have heard and read of tine society, but and

Why did you lock this door? I cannot tell you," l'anny said, in a low tone. "Comb away, Mr. St Leger do eomo!"

She went and opened tho cabin-door, again, resumed her scat, and said There is Hither come home.' l'uccoon soon made his appearai^-e, saluted St. Tieger cordially, and kissed Fannv with warm affection. He and his guest then entered into conversation. St. Leger mentioned the ro-appearanee of tbe man of tlie swamp, and Puccoon said in a gloomy voice,

Yes, ho has come back, and trouble will eomo of it." He then dismissed the subject, spoke of hunting, and at tho edd of an hour, St. Ii»gcr mounted hia horse and rode away.

,** her*y«*

Axed up^n her aewLng. ami at the treallb of with a tAffikr oxprtfaWMou. ill* ttw Wr i^Ttieok bent forward with exquMft* gxveti f^ll Ute draatm aplendor of Ue Mils iQtumttion^iKk It wasairanga _verr at range—but sw I^rer** be«t tbmbbedt and a whl.i.-n warmth ««ae

You are ar

Idon't think it would be worth any L* 2^*

one's trouble to come ajway off here

to tell me

'^yTch^thin^ S^rL^r. lam "There again! who cv^aaw a cEiUd, and we are poor, common peo- lan^mthat way before, tfarieyr,

The girl seemed troubled, gnd did pot neyer fought

r^7wi AVe?Vwy llViTn".'™Wnor *. I bellovo I am in bettor .plrli, la.n I# ft I 1

a palace—there is no common about it. LI maaima/I A Ka liitAnifKf I.A MIT1 S'.'X' speTldng* la rm^/your

sbw"r?

never expect to see it. I die here in the hills." "That would be a pity." "A pity? Oh no! I am ought to be. I have father, and me, and—and

happy—1 el he loves

Go on, Fanny iShe looked at him with an air quialte candor and innocence.

of ex-

I meant that—I had you, too." St. I^eger felt a str ng desire to take the small hand holding the needle, draw the child to him, hold her close to his heart, and tell her how much be loved her. He did nothing of tho sort, however—not making the least attempt to do so—but he looked at her with the greatest tenderness. She turned away from him thereupon, and all at once St. Legor saw her give a slight start.

What is the matter?" ho said. "That man a^ain "Whatman?" #. %r 1 *#S

Tho man of the swauiu!" "You are dreaming, Fanny! Why he's gone!"

He has come back!" Have you seen him?" CYes, sir—twice. Ho has been away, but has returned, and I saw him pa*s across the opening in the trees yonder— in a different dress, but the same perso.i —and he was looking at us!"

I will find him!" cried St. Leger, starting up. Fanny caught hi ni by the arm-, "Oh no! no! You must not follow him. lie always has his gun, and you could not find him cither! Don't go, Mr. St. Leger. You must not go—come in! Ho may be looking now—maybe from .some cvpress be has climbed 1"

It was evident that Fanny was really terrified. Sho drew St. Leger into the cabin, shut the door, and said: frightens me! Wby ddea he haunt us so?"

The child closed her eyes, falling on sent as though sho were dizzy and faint. St. Leger was alarmed, and looked about him for water to revive her. None was visible, and he tried to open the door leading into Funny's little room in rear of the cabin, Where he sup posed ho would havo bettei- success. Tho door waslccked, and St. Leger was trying still tOcntor, when Fanny caught his arm. "No! no!" she said, hurriedly.*-do not go in there!"

Not go In? Why uot, Fanny Iterative— plcaao do not!" "•I was looking for water you were faint."

I am riot faint! I am very well now/' St. I^eger smiled.

I wonder why Fanny locked that door.and oppoaed'my entering so strongly muttcrd the young man.

He pondered thereon for some moments valuiy then another subject evidently occupied him.

Am I falling in love?" heiuurmured —"in love with a child Fateny Am 1 erar.y f'

Ho tried to laugh, very well.

I, In l*vo with

CHAPTERXXXVIII. Et. nblCAPO.

Alt St. I*^ i*de up the ¥U at Hcntsdon, he saw Harley rttthifr npn tbe portico and awaiting him. He had juM returned from RUndfield.

Tbe yoong wan **n UoMly ufk the steps, then ifa|deily «t»|i|r»«d, lartioB at hla Wflid.

Harley V* he sakl. -ft Well, mum (tui

er than

tin liar' Who was d!ri4s«l On the of tbe 1. M.and©"^

Have yoa found tbe receipt to draw

IT ii vo yoa mil AD IIIO MI araw ij ma

u|mean

Ull

thai row bav« aisrtivered HI IVinuio, tbe laugbrd at female

Pshaw!"

amUto saiue.

!4.

oviy.:-rvrr. nrnmrtA

TERREJ-GAUTE SATTODAY EVENING

tbe age of eighteen, wtereas t^e Justin formerly aoIhr advanced

r8°nage'

"Thank you, St. Leger. I like candor." "There again! who ever saw you

aliook bia head. IV "Do know what will take place You are not a child—you hre nearly

make a Jokejoke,

al l» .u_

wou

id «ome

you with that

enormity Ts it such an enormity Well, dear St. Leger, I have your jest at my ex i«i pense. 1 am glad you see cause to jest

I used to be." "You believe! I see it and bear it

Here ho was—he. tbe elegant man of 7®ur cheery, happy^ way of taTkiw, tho world with tieeply-grounded pre- Harley, and your lordships^cheeks. ],"di™ rn™ror ?l™

TOT«,

pm,n,li„g to They .re bro«n .od ruddy

your iMgbt.r,

at's because I am well. And happy 1 Nothing vivos gives flesh and color lOce" happiness! Nothing is more wholesome."

You are certainly ri^ht in that." And what is the logical deducatlwi, my boy? Y'ou see I address you as a youth. The conclusion is—tbe irresistble conclusion—that you are happy."

So be it. There is nothing, I hope, so very criminal in the lact." "Has the pronpect if returning to Europe In the spring," as I tbink you intend, anything to do with the phenomenon?"

St. Leger uttered these word? with satiri ml smiles. Returning to Europe said Ilarlev.

Yes. You have one dozen times, at least, spoken of your intention." Harlcy's brown face was just touched by the least possible color.

I shall not probably go back," be said. y. ,• "Not go bade!" -I 1% "•'*i "I think not." \u remain here?"

Yes," said Harley, smiling, "Itbhik it my duty to do so. Everything goes wrong in the absence of tho master.' "Ha! ha!"

What in the world are you laughing at, St. Leger?" I am langhing at humau nature—at the propensity of the featherless biped jallod man to make everything fit to his own *vishes—at the success of a certain friend of mine in persuading himself that what bo desires to do is tho very best thing, and the only thing, for an intelligent person to do. You wish to remain in Virginia, and remaining in Virginia is your duty

Llarlev colored again. Well," he said. You no doubt mean to dedicate your life tod-raining." "I think I shall drain in the swamp, my dear friend."

To bucolic pursuits?"p ^.\lx They are healthy." You propose to grow fat, and become a respectable justico of the peace, and vestryman, anu arrest poachers and vagrants,'and be 'his honor, the squire,' and add to the population ofthe world." "It is humdrum but is it so absurd, this peaceful and commonplace career, my dear friend?'' "A truce to argument. When did it take place T" said St. Leger. F^f"' •1' "What?" "When did you fall in?" r**

Fall in what iM .s: .t In love!" 5 Havingutterod these words,St. Leger laughed in triumph, looking straight at llarley, who certainly did not sustain tho glance very coolly.

Pshaw my dear fellow," he said. "Of all things in tho world, I would advise you to avoid this propensity to discover fancied mysteries, and form opinions without sufficient, foundation."

Fino words—long words, llarley. Whenever a man uses long words, I think ho is dodging. You are in love!"

What put such an idea in your head I can see it." kv$«r#4 e/»*f

Pshaw!" Nothing else explains, this new expressions in your face, ITarley. What a lace! It positively reflects the sun shine on my own, and lights me up! And I don't have to seek very far for the sunshine!"

Harley did not reply. You were riding out to-day with your sunshine, and of all the tableaux that I have ever seen, that equestrian roup ol a caviller holding a damsel in

ids arms was the most With these.words St

ut did UQt succeed lev. ills flfceek was ruddier, his eyos brighter, his step more elastic he seem-

vorv well* unghlor ins step nioreviHsuV'

"1 was laughing al Harley yonder. «d grown younger and younger day by If he saw me, ho would laugh at me! jl«y.

8C"^Yes,w

Ilv heaven! she's a princess and alight!y 'by a dreamy haa», and the ... beams passing through tlie windows of an upper room at Blaadfield,

Henry St. Leger, Esq., oould present ml her at court, and not be ashamed of ber, per at murv, ana not ue u««iu«u mi «««. It she were a woman and not a child!"

i-^nciftjl! fo Irll me i*t I am fait- ber wrt*w were wsarly ail. »In bet 1 a a a 4

onll 7 »*yf your I^y*5'^n»my? lia«vut I wir:. :ed and J"* ibor^fiO* *r»lyn

for a letstMofi fTifVo »«y n»». 11° that bunuU wltb U*i i»- we liftersI"^1

plctnreeoue." .. Leger began

laugh, went into the house, and disappeared, leaving Harley actually blushing.

As we have seen, nothing was truer than tbe v.barge made by St. Leger. A new life had entered tbe ftnine of Ilar-

ut wviu"

A child!—tho daughter of the poor fie rose to his reel, aniT IOOKPO out trapper 1 And that lofty moral dimjourse with dreamy eyes upon tbe calm landon the nothingness of rani, If my uo- scant*. 1

..„rr,r 1 And that lofty moral discourse on the nothingness of rani, If my uocle the earl had heard it, what a jolly laugh would havo come from him. And stillJi defy any one to find in thla girl anything but an exqnlsito delicacy and reftncmeuU Ami al«e lias Unproved. She la educating hertelf. Thero is not a fault In her choice of words, or her pronunciation."

with dreamy eyes upon tbe calm land-

he said, with ^lis gonltil kmlle,

'my life has changed. What will come of thla? I know not! but I do know that I shall not return to Europe yet!"

CHATTER XX Xa.uJ rSOKft Til* SIOOK

It was tbeaiteruoon of the same day.

nunotation. it waa mewwi uwu He colored as ho thought of her, aad The aun was slowly dropping toward then began to laugh. the wood*, his oraftgo light .veiled

Evelyn Bland, who was

just patting tbe finishing touches to ber toilet. to a party tbenr ttfc* wasgoi

young ladles, even tbe least vain or wsluiotts ofthrfr personal appeunnoe, do. Uer beautiful nock and fhoul-

without concealing, the rounded outlines: ber exquisite arms were nearwhite, and only touched by a deli-

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down apart of the aunahioe, and get It cate rt»ae tint ker^ Isto vnur countenance of curia, with pe«rts interwown. a spray What do you mean, my dear St. of tbe same wHiaruenta atirutoawtiwgthe t-eger?"

foreheatl ber ebee

tbatjtm aw Wm ywK*JOttng- iparkled»tVtVr level iW yon befiire 1 Jmean *t»ile, and tbe wwlwM e*er

flowed, ber eye* wort ft happy

toc-wrpf^r ft^nore mfcatt to A of ti |b««r beating under tbe laeea. !.-* as

ti»-le?, ta *11^

and not lay bare tbe

3T:JAH

inquire too curioualy what made it beat so. Was ii'the thought: "He will see me as I aow look to-right?" Was she thinking, "If ha only Is pleased. I care for the opinion of no one else?" Some such thought came to her, for her cheek colored, and tbe lacC covering her sbeulders rose and ftll suddenly.

A bell rang. Then tbe cheerful voice of Judge .Bland was heard, "Como! my dear. If you take such old gentlemen as myself out at night, you must go early and return soon."

Andcur^ing, "Yes, dear papa I" Eveher Can, cast one last glance 'a n, hastened down stairs, a gleam of sun-

lyn seised her Can, cast one last (woman like) ov^r ber shoulder into the mirror, raised uer rustling train, and

shine lighting up the house, and flushing tbe very tea things vftthlts splendor.

A ride of five'miles in the roomv old family chariot, drawn by its four glossy horses, and driven by the steady old family coachman, brought tbem to the scene of tbe lestivlty and it was easy to see, frem tbo blazing windows, the forms passing to anu fro, and the merry music ofthe violins, that the party or "assembly," as they then said, was in full progress.

Evelyn ran up-stairs, and, ermerging from her wrappings quickly, re-appear-ed, entering the drawing-room on her father's arm. Tae fresh little beauty (all curls and roses) presented a vivid contrast to tbe staid and benevolent Judge, with his long gray hair, his thin figure clad in black, and bis stately courtesy. Evelyn was not in the least staid she resembled rathor a child brimming with laughter. You could see from her glowing cheeks that the crowd, tbe rich dresses, tho atmosphere of frolic, stirred her pulses, from the little satin slipper tapping the floor to the music to whose enlivening strains she wanted to dance, and who had speedily a number of requests from young gentlemen to indulge in tho ceremony with them.

Sho had just engaged herself for a number of cotillions and minuets, when her friend tho feeble youth urged his claims. Evelyn was good-natured,— above all on this night—and promised her hand for a remote set. She had just done so, when Sainty Harley, in all the glory of his college uniform,and a whole .\lay-day in his laughing face, came up and engaged the next. Then Miss Evelyn plunged into the festivities of the night.

Some abler band must draw the picture of those old Virgil da festivities, where mirth and music, laughter and bright oyes, made up a scene of so much picturesque attraction. They como back now—these old gatherings—to the memory of the aged like a breath of the spring time, or an echo from old years. How they danced and laughed iu those long-gone hours! How the sparkling eyes were brighter than the diamonds! —the voices merrier than tho music of the violins! How the youths and maidens bowed in the minuet, or ran with flushed cheeks through tbe old Virginia reels—minuets that are doad and gone— reels that have dropped to silence, even as the roses, the bright eves, and the gay laughter are gone, and the youths and maidens sleep under the grass and flowers.

At tbe end of every set Evelyn looked around her. At last she saw him. He was standing in tho midst of a group of gentlemen who wore talking politico A portly old red-fheed nabob bad him by the button, lie looked over the shoulder of tho old nabob, who was wheczihg and arguing, and her eyes met his own.

Ten minutes afterwards Mr. Justin Harley had oflered his arm to Miss Evelyn Bland,and they were walking under the faint light of tho crescent moon, aronnd the white circle.

What is said under the light of a crescent uioon, when music is sounding? That is a sccret to all but those who speak and those who listen. Often ft Is some commonplace winch is uttertni, and tho reply is no mAro brilliant. But what the lips do not utter, the eyes say plainly \*bat the words givo no hint if. tho tones of the voices say unmistakably

Other couples passing near Justin Hurley and Evelyn Bland heard only a rnurtnnr. And yet those murmured words made two hearts boat and the faces of Harley and Evelyn glanced as facea'will whfcn there comes a quick, dolicloiu tbrill to tbo heart. It waa enough that they beard each other's voice—that they Were walking side by ride, her hand on his arm, in the faint light ofthe young mooft. Evelyn wotit on slowly, with ner beautiful head bent then she raised her eyes and looked at tho moon t.neif afcl&ough a more pbwerlul magnet had attracted her, as If yielding to the sw$y Of some master influence, she turned ber lieud, saw that Harley Was looking at her, and fbr a single instant their eves met in one of those glance* which reveal what is passing In the soul.

A voice called "Mis* Bland." fhAn the voice was succeeded by a presence, and tbe feeble youth rushed up. The ne*t dance was aoout to begin, and Miss lJland was engaged to him! He protruded his elbow Miss Bland had »o recourse but to accept it the youth hurrhni ott with bis pnxe, but fate arrested him.

Sainty ilarlev had or had net understood right v. H«* met the couple, and declared that tbo dance was his own tlio feeble yoath proteatpd—his rival In slated. Then the feeble yonth looked at tbe stalwartjoiingstor, and was slowly convinced. Then Sainty llarley lore off

was soon bowing tnrougn rospoOsejto tbo lew and graceful CurtHOVwoTbk aaiHfngpahner.

Harley was looking at tbem, and hie lhcb#ort acWrmiogMiiUe, Thcyweit* youth and joy incarnate. Tbe voung matt was naturally gneeful, and danced admirably. Hia eyes were fixed upon .Evelyn, hla feoe flushed with pleasure and tbe expression of hit partner's eyes was as happy as his own. llarley was looking at the boy with bis sweet paternal smile. Then a slight cloud of sadness passed over btofece. Was be thinking thatSairihr was better •uHwd in age !o Evelyn than himfcelf?

he bad begun to love so dearly? TbrtW tbctawbUi oorne to meo sptoe«$iM*wber

But tbe cloud passed as quickly as 11 came. He looked at his bright smile, and as that cams to bis lips, be beard a voice say, b»:If ,« -, 1 si

saU Harley "Whv.your ncu

ISFTR'

vrt, «r

th« iwt tt

s#» SUlMwiy V»wd,aM ll«r, do til

offofw) Ms arm to escort his beantlfal p«rt**r out into tbe moonlight. As Kv -^ppeared she turned ner

grr?i!fIT

MJLlli

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slightly, and ber eyes met Hatley's. There was something exquisite in this flitting glance and the faiht smile which accompanied it.

Unfortunately It was seen by Miss Clara Fulkson, aged about forty,unmarried, overdressed, and In person and manner what is called Stunning.

At two o'clock in the morning, Sainty Harley might have been seen wrapping a shawl, with an air of tbe tenaerest solicitude around Miss Evelyn Bland's lovely shoulders, and assisting ber,with devoted attention, into ber coach.

Tbe assembly was over. JrUw is CHAPTER XL.

A DRAWING-ROOM POESOSKR. About one o'ciook on tbe next day, a light vehicle drove up to the door of Blandfleld, and there emerged therefrom a lady ef full figure, elaborate toilet, and a generally ''stunning" appearance. It is always to be regretted when a grave historian is driven to the inelegant terms but tbe word stunning beat describes human beings of the appearance and bearing ot Miss Fulkaon.

Unmarried, but extremely fond of society, admiration and gossip, Miss Fulkson went out a great deal—conversation being a necessity of her nature and her strongest trait, after her love of gaudy costume and male admiration, may be conveyed in the statement that, like the ancient Athenians, she took her chieltest pleasure iu bearing and repeating some "new thing."

Miss Fulkson lived only a few miles from Blandtield, and was intimate with Miss Clement na—the two having indulged in many a delicious dish of gossip, with their dishes of tea. when Miss Fulkson row got out of her vehicle and walkpd up the steps as rapidly as her portly\form would permit—a fascinating smile upon her florid face, abovo which noddea a brilliant cluster of artificial roses—Miss Clementina, beholding herirotn an upper window, said,

Clara has something to tell me." She was not mistaken. Oh my dear Clementina!" said Miss Fulkson, rushing forward and kissing her friend with effusion, as the latter entered the drawing-room, "I a on ho glad to see you: Where did you get that love of a neck-tie? It just suits vmir style. I havo always advised you to wear blue—it becomes you immensely. Well—here I am at Blandtield, after be ing up all night nearlj'! I was at tbe assembly, as Evelyn may havo told you. It was an accident—entirely an accident I assure .you—I was persuaded to go against my will."

And Miss Fulksou, who had gone by herself, with her old driver, looked ooy and mysterious, as if some ardent atfmirer had induced ber reluctantly to accompany him.

Sho then continued. Long experience told Miss Clementina that a certain amount of conversational gushing forth was necessary to relievo her friend's mind when they met. She therefore contented berself with throwing in an occasional exclamation, which autliced to indicate that she was listening with deep interest aud the current of Miss FulKson's observations rushqd along, broken into t'oatn by tho oh 'it! and ah'x which were habitual with her. Sho exclaimed, dilated, described—the party lived again on her vivid canvas—then she paused for want of breath. ft must have been quite delightftil," stfld Miss Clementina, seizing ber opportunity.

O-h-^h

And when Miss Fulkson said "Oh she uttered tho word with a little scream and a drawl, and her face burst into smiles. "Oh!—delitthtfbl delightful, I do assure you! EVervbody was thore, as I said, my dear t'leinentlna—even that singular-looking Mr. Justin Harley,who it seems has made up his mind to go into society again."

Yes, he seems much less unsocial than on his first return froin Europe, Clara."

Much less!—very much Iras! From all that I could hear, he was a perfect, solitary belore he went away, and almost Tw much so when ho came back. What did it mean Of course, lomentina, I never gave any credit to the reports about hi in."

You mean

tu4mi

"The reports that ho was married, my dear. It is t-aid that he was married—I really know nothing about It, but so much has been said on tbo subject by peoplo, that I do not know what to believo. You see I am inconsistent— very inconsistent. Sometimes I'believe it and sometimes I disbelieve it."

The reports *h? "Of his marriage, of course. -And now they say, as you are aware, that his wife is still living, and was even seen in this neighborhood"

Yes." Oh my dear, how dread/id. IIow very dreadful! Married!—he, a voung gentleman going Into society, ana pay ing his addresses, it would seem, to peo tny bod

pie! Can any very romantic as

imagine anything that? Ono wife 1 hi

and another in prospect.

TT JT

addreeaour dear Evevei young lady, but he mlj with her."

Miss Clementina knit her bnwS. "Meaning nothing, my dearl-r-only to pass tbe time pleasantly! Men are made In that way, my dear. They are very, very loose in their views."

What do thev Big-big

call it, dear Clementina. Bigamy." '. Yes—bigamy. How dreadAil'

Did you say that he was paying hx* addre**eti to anyone, Clara?" Well—I really cannot say that he is actually addressing any ono—but—do not give me as your authority now, dear —I never repeat things—but

Miss Fulkson actually stopped. But she shook ber bead in a manner which said far more than any words.

No one would chargo yon with malicious repetition of anything, my dear Clara," aaid Miss Clementina, waving her Can a little nervously for shejper fectly well understood what her friend meant, and knew that she would speedily come to particular*.

MalieiouA I repeat a thing maliciously, dear? Never! I never repeat anything, and if I ever speak of anything, It from seeing It."

You mean that yon have seen, Mr. Hartsy "No! Oh! no! Do not misunderstand me. dear. But can you be entirely blind? Is not Mr. Harley very fbnd of—our dear Evelyn

I fear so," said Miss Cleraeatlna,

I cannot deny it. at l«*t."

I hope tt fa* not true—Ibis report.

addresses to Evelyn. **mr hope not, I trust brvw not! I am sure be wou But you know, my dear, tbese m«tt aw snge creatures. Tbey have a- «pat tbe lawwrs call It—yes!—** f#— bwre a reds of fSuAt own. Mr. Harley would never actdbibonorably—

This theory of Barley's course evl* *. dently made an impression of Miss Clementina. She looked very much troubled—to Miss Fulkson's obvious satisfaction. if

Whatever may be Mr. Harley*8 Intentions," said Miss Fnlksoq, In continuation, "I

freely

acknowledge, dear,

that be cannot mean anything wrong, lie ts either unmarried, or !s divorced, or bis wife Is dead, or be thinks she la dead—or—something," said Miss Fulkson, vaguely. "What is certain is, that people are connecting hie name wtth our dear Evelyn's."

This was significant. Miss Clementina turned her head quietly, and listenr ed. -ii.

But I ought not to be gossiping about this to you, dear,"said Miss fulkson. "Of course, 1 havo contradicted these unfeeling reports

What reports, dear Clara ?M That our dear Evelyn—but really It is too painful."

Please be plain." I Well, dear—now do not be nurt," i»? "I will not."

Peoplo are saying, that whether Mr. Harley cares anything for dear Evelyn or not, it is very plain that alio cares a great deal tor Aun/''

A very harsh and unfeeling speech!" said Miss Clementina, flushing. "Is it not! OA! dear Clementina," how angry it made uie!"'

It was made to you?" Yes—dont ask mo who Said it. I have said too much. I am veryvery indiscreet but then my intentions are always good, you kuow, dear— l*uiso devoted to dear Evelyn and to hear that she is foud of a gentleman bother a gentleman cares lyr her or uqt—Itia. foo dreadful!"

Indeed it is J" Miss Clementina uttered these W&rds with real pain. a

I must speak to Evelyn about It." Do so, dear—It is certainly much, the best course. OA! how it paiiied uie, 1 thought it my duty to tell you—but don't givo mo as your authority. lt would mako our dear Evelyn angry with me."

I must certainly know if there Is any foundation for theso reports. 1 fear

Miss Clementina stopped in great trouble. Miss Fulksou sigiiitlcautly shook her bead.

It was painful to seo what went on last night," she said. Last night."

I did not speak of it—perhaps It would be best not to do so. I lear 1 am indiscreet,"

This was Miss Fulkson's ordinary prelude. Her friend waited as usual. It was nothing that anybody could take exception to."

I trust not." "Our dear Etelyn and Mr. llarley were—walking out together—in the shrubberj'," said Miss Fdlkson, with solemn significance, "and 1 do uot think this is advisable, do you ?—at least when gentlemen aro rupm'tod to bo already married. Oh my dear Clementina, yon should have seen the look they exchanged fence as they passed each other! I fear our dear Evelyn's feelings are certainly Engaged, and I would warn her to beware, Peoplo are talking—that is very dreadful, you know. I hear they havo been riding out togetherana now walking out together by moonlight—and that dreadful report—a wife already living!—and to havo our dear Evelyn's name bandied about as fond of what did you call it, dear?—of a big —big—bigamist!"

An hour afterwards, Miss Fulkson returned homeward with a tranquil brow. Sho had relieved her mind.

Her last words hud been uttered with a little scream. Oh my dear, danr Clcmvjrilyja! Isn't it dreadful, dremljui

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