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THE DAILY x'aIRO BULLETIN: SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 0,1881.
HV THE AUTHOR OK "I'KNELOI'K," ETC.
..('live is comiiiR home to-night," says
(iconic "He will bo in time tor the pic
nie. I. hi I tinnk weoitfiht to ak a few
more " ople, Madgie. We have not gen
tlenn n eiiouiili."
And bv tlio time it in all planned the
picnic Ji'w swelled oonsldcialdy. I o this
i.) what' tlio use of asking a lot of
people" he savs. "We should tiud it ever
m, iuik-Ii i.leasaiiti-r 1-y ourselves. George,
lioir i dm those Wake ill."
..Clin is terribly afraid of the Blakcs.
I aw mho he will marry one of them iome
U.iv of "heer flight!"
Chris blushes furiously.
.-I lute that uni t of chaff," he says wild
more temper than I have seen easy-ijoiutf
Chris show during all tho time I have
!o the lllakes are struck oil' tho list, and
Chris is appeased. Ho and George take
their depui lure, and I go to apprio airs.
M.-elo of the picnic that is to he on tho
morrow. Lena comes with me, and alter
wards nays gravely
M i.U'ie, sometimes 1 cau hardly believe
H ii really j 011."
How o, Lena!'"
Why, when I think of you at home,
with perhaps only one good dress, and try
in;; lo do housekeeping on nearly nothing
at all, and then to nee you now coolly giv
in',' orders to jour housekeeper and having
event hi iix that heart can desire. 1 won.
tli r you cm keep your senses."
1 laiigli a little ut her earnestness.
.( me et accustomed to anything, Lena,
It does not take a lifetime to get used to
..I'wlsii I had tho chance of trying,"
Lena rejoins. "When I marry, it will be
t,.r money. Thc.ru is nothing like it, after
1 turn uw.iv with a quiver of pain, and
m ; my i.iiv.iikl iii tho doorway. Ho has
heard' Lena's i lioii-hl less words, and I
ki.uw, tioni tho look on his face, that ho
h is ,;,-.iw ii h;s own conclusions and put his
ii n n I ,terpr talionson her heedless speech.
II,. , wsiuli well why 1 married him,
and the little l.kii4 1 have shown lately
cimed iui'.c oMUciUte the pain.
Humphrey retires without word, and
an emir later I slip away, to find him
with grave face and compressed lips, work
in? at his picture; Felicia Grant is busy
at her easel too, so I make a few careless
observations that mean nothing at all. and
poavvay down-itairs again a little disap
pointed, a little unhappy.
A few words have opened the old wound
again between husband and wife, and the
opportunity forcxplaiuingtheiu has passed
The clew on the grass has dried ; the sun
stands bright and glorious in the deep blue
sky, and shines on the shimmering, spark
ling sea, which gleams and dances in a
fteo and Lena are in an eestaey of de
light, it is new life to them, poor girls,
and they'enjoy every moment of it. Tho
hamper!', packed with good things innum
erable, arc in the hall; tho carriages are
coining up to the door. The party is to
start from Camtairs, and the carriage from
Kiplcy is even now driving up the ave
mic. 1 am going to ride; and the Hanger
is at tho door, his satiny coat shining In the
"Take care of yourself, Madgie," Hum
plirey says. "I wish you were going to
drive wiih nie, dear."
"You can take care of Felicia," I an
swer, with a mischievous little laugh.
Felicia has been persuaded to join our
parly, it n J she stands in her black dress,
looking gravo and quiet, as if she had no
part in the gay scene around. Sir Jasper
is In the carriage with lrs. Delacourt and
(leorgie; and they have brought a friend
of Mr Jasper's with them, a young Cavalry
officer, who is staying at tho Abbey, Chris
is mounted on the gray horse Captain Pel.
aeon 1 1 used to ride; no J shall have a com
panion, and I think it will be far pleasan
ter to ride across the country to the (ilen
by a short cut over the common than to
follow in the waku of the carriage in the
dut. l'.ec, in a white dn s and Navy-blue
ribbons, standi smiling, and Lena, looking
lair and dainty as a wild rose, flits about
every were; mid then 1 see Sir Jasper in
troducing her lo the Cavalry officer and
ny pretty sister flushes and brightens.
Chris ought to be happy for the picnic Is
contiueu lo o'irselves after all, and Sir Jas
pcr's friend is the only stranger present.
'Clive is coming In the dog-cart," (Jeor.
tie hays; and a minute later, tin drives
dow n tho avenue, tosses the reins to the
gmum, and comes lightly springing up the
"Von do not Intend to ride, Mrs. Car
stair?" be asks In a tone of deep disup.
poiiiinii'iit, us we hak hands.
"Yes, your brother and 1 aro going to
take a short cut to the (ilen."
"Mrs. Carstairs,lt is very unfair of you;
I hail hoped to have the pleasure of drlv
ingyou in tho trap" with a vexed look In
his dark eyes.
1 w ill depute you to take care of my sis
ter instead," say, with a smile, fife,
this is Captain Helacourt."
I leave them together, lie runs down
tho steps again a minute afterwards and
puts me on my horse.
"You have spoilt my day," ho savs,
frowning, gnlngmo tho bridle and whip.
"How complimentary to Heel" I answer
laughing, and then Humphrey comes up,
salutes Captain lMacourt wliu a coldness
that I think is almost rude, then busies
himself iu setting my habit.
"15e careful, my child," lie says, for the
Hanger is lidgeting and fretting impatient
to be olf,
Chris L)olacourt brings up his horse.
'shall ws start, Airs. C'arstalrsf Your
horse does not seem to be in a good humor
"Take cure of her, Delacourt;" Hum.
plirey says; and 1 smile down into his up
turned anxious face.
Then we ride away down tho avenue,
leaving the rest or the party packing them,
selves into the carriages, lice and Captain
Delacourt drive past us iu the dog-cart,
and 1 suppose ths others arrange them,
selves In what order they please.
There Is a breeze from the sea on tho
common, and a good canter on tho short,
close grass tones down the Hunger to Ms
work. Chris is very pleasant, confiding,
and talkative to-day. i i,l gln to like him
much better thau clive. IU , such a
frank simple-hearted gentleman, good and
true, as the straight forward glance from
Lis dark-bluo eyes testifies, and no one
could imagine anything mean or underhand
in connection with Chris Delacourt.
I wish he would fall Iu love with Itee ),..
haps ho will get to care for her who
knowst Long after, in the djys that are
to come, I shall remember my wish, and
awake to a blinding pain at tho result or
tho fulfilment thereof.
We are at the (ilen full twenty minutes
before tho carriages arrive, and chooso s
place for the luncheon close to tho stream.
It Is a very pretty glen, and the sunlight
flickers through tho green lonyvs and lies
in shimmering patches on the Rrass.
The first vebV lo to come down the steep
lane whero tho tangled dog-roes nearly
meet and trail their nmg branches against
the blue sky, is tlio dog-cart, driven at a
"At what a rate Clive has come ! ' ex
claims Chris. "Look at the horse I What
a state ho is in!"
Captain Delacourt lifts Hee down, and
together theycoino through tho shifting
shadows to meet us.
How cool It is here!" says Beo. "Mad
gle, we left the others far behind."
Captain Delacourt throws himself upon
A great difference this from the blind
ing dusty roads," lie remarks with a sulky
look on his handsome face, placing his arms
under his head and looking up ut the check
ered lights in tho branches above, "l'lc
nics aro vexation of spirit," he says next;
one alwavs juts with the wrong person."
Perhaps my silence conveys a rebuke,
for he goes on
"Your sister is charming; but then she
is a stranger, am. we hud to make conver
sation." I look over at Hee ami Chris standing by
the clear cool stream. They evidently find
no dillieiilty in "making conversation,"
Hee bends over the water, and, kneeling
dow n, dips her hand into the still stream,
and, holding it up, the drop fall back
again, flashing, glittering, and opal-like iu
the sun-light. Chris looks on. I hear my
sister's clear merry laugh, and then they
wander away between tho stems of tho
trees. I see'ltec's lithe figure disappear
with that other taller, broader one ut her
side, clad in gray; und then 1 look down at
Captain Delacourt again.
"So you have Iff: the Army," I remark
by way of saying something.
"Yes," he answers shortly. "I did not
fancy the West Indies. Hut I am half sor
ry now that I left the service."
He looks cross and discontented enough,
like a man dissatisfied with his life.
"Heie they come," bo says.
Yes, here they come ; and the carriages
stop, and the company alight, und come in
twos und threes through the lightuud shad
ow, Into the cool green, out of the glaring
sunshine outside. Lena is with the Cav
alryman, and, to judge from his uppcar
ance, he Is well-looklng und agreeable
enough to make a summer day spent in bis
society pass fairly well. Lena looks radi
ant, und he appears well content. Then
come Mrs. Delacourt, (ieorglo, and Sir Jas
per, all together sir Jasper laden with
shawls, and giving his arm to his future
mother-in-law and lastly, Humphrey and
Felicia, Humphrey looking towards me,
where I sit on a fallen tree, with Captain
Del icourt at my feet.
'(uite safe, you sec," 1 say, looking up
as Humphrey comes near.
"1 wish I thought you were quite safe,"
he answers, iu a low voice, as Captain Del
acourt rises to bis feel and moves away.
"Don't bo cross," I rejoin, and go away
too to help with the luncheon.
Heo and Lena, uided by Chris and the
Cavalryman, are putting the wine-bottles
upright by the margin 1 the stream; Sir
Jasper is deep iu the mysteries of chain,
pagiie-ctlp; und a little apart by himself
sits Captain Dclaco.irt, intent on slicing a
All louder their valuable assistance in
setting out the repast; and wonderful to
relate, no mistakes are niado such us are
coinniou ut pie-uics. Mo one uses custard
for salad-dressing or puts suit on their
strawberries. Absolutely nothing has been
forgotten, and everything goes on too well,
Hee says, laughing.
Hee Is sitting between Chris and Cap
tain Delacourt; and the brothers seem to
he vying with each other in attention und
agreeahloncss. Clive seems to Und tho
making of conversation an easy task now,
anil Hee holds her own gaily between them
both, with a smiling careless grace that is
winning Iu the extreme. Humphrey waits
on Mis. li ! ooiirt and me. lie is silent
to-d.i, in one of his triMvc pre-occupied
moods. Hut I make up for liN silence by
a cheerful gaiet y that is not assumed. For
are not lice and Lena happy.
Luncheon i.-. o er, aiul each one follows
his or her pleasure. Sir Jasper takes pos
session of Ocorgle, and somebody suggests
a Tlsit to the waterfall. All assent joyful
ly except airs. Delacourt.
"I am too tired to walk so far," she says,
"I will stay here."
"And I will slay with you," I say
"Please do not say a word I would rather."
And 1 sit down beside her on the mossy
Captain Delacourt looks back.
"Are you not coining Mrs. ('arstalrs."
"No, am tired; and it is too warm to
He hesitates a moment, and then slowly
follows the others.
Humphrey and Felicia, armed with
sketch-books, approach next.
"We ars going to sketch the waterfall.
Will you come Madgic?" Humphrey says
a little wistfully. "H Is not very far.
"1 am going to keep Mrs. Delacourt
company," I answer. "And 1 would far
rather rest thau toil all the way to the wa
terfall." "Do go, dear. Your husband wishes It,"
urges Mrs, Delacourt; but I shake my head
"Humphrey never wants me when he Is
sketching," I interrupt; "the drawing I
apt to go wrong."
"(.'oMio then, Felicia," nays Humphrey;
and they go away together.
"Mr. Carstalrs is very quiet to-dav. Is
he not well?" remarks Mn. Delacourt; and
I answer hastily
"Ho has not complained of anything. I
think ho is quite well. He Is always rath
rr quiet; I do all the talking."
Then 1 turn the conversation Into a safer
channel, and start (leorgie's wedding as a
good topic. So for the next half hour we
discuss the trousseau, tho wedding-dress,
the breukfast everything, and tho long
happy life Hint is to f illow at the Abbey.
"Who Is this?" I say.
A gray figure comes quickly between
the trees, and Captain Delacourt Joins us.
"1 left them all admiring the waterfall,"
he says; "and now 1 am going to rest und
Lazy boy I" cries his mother, with a
smile that fades away suddenly.
I see her eyes sadden us they rest on her
handsome son lying at her feet, and 1 fan
cy Clive gives his mother many u heart
ache. aiay I smoker" ho asks, "It will keep
away the midges."
I ho clgur puts him In good humor with
himself and everybody else.
I hey ure all coming back to Carstalrs to
dinner; and after that 1 meditate a dance,
and suggest it to Captain Delacourt.
"ion must not give your husband every
waltz," he remonstrates In his soft low
olce, which has a lazy caressing tone in it
The picnic is over wo are all mustering
to start for home again, In the sutnu order
that we have come, 1 suppose; but sudden
ly I see Chris climbing into the dog-curt
beside Dee, and Captain Delacourt conies
over to whero I am staudlng talking to
"Chris was so anxious to bavo the plea,,
tire or driving your sister home that we
have exchanged places," us says. sl U0p0
you do not object to my escort, Mrs. Car
stalrs?" Humphrey comes up then.
"(Joing to rid home, Madglef Had you
not better go in the carriage and send the
"Why, Humphrey, when I would rather
I thought you looked tired," he replies.
He swings me up on the Ranger, and then
catches sight of Chris iu the dog-cart. "1
thought he rode over, aiadgle?"
Yes; hut he Is going to drive hack," I
answer. "Captain Delacourt intends to
It is only tho red light of the sun that
casts that dusky glow on my husbaiul's
lace? Hut It is not the sun that sends a
brief passionate gleam Into his eyes hclb.ro
he turns away without a word. And wi th
a little pain at my heart I wutch him set
tling Felicia In the carriage, with not an
other look or word for mo his wife.
1 look up uud see Captain Delacourt
likewise watching Humphrey. Our eyes
meet uud ho laughs.
"It Is pruverbiul that guardians fall iu
love with their wards it is part of the
guardianship, I think," he says
"Captain Delacourt that sort of talk Is
neither amusing nor Instructive," I an.
kwer with an at tempt at playfulness which
I feel sure deceives neither him nor my
self; and into my mind a thought files a.
thought thut is the beginning of the end -and
I wish that Felicia Grant had never
come to Carstalrs,
Hut I laugh and talk gaily during the
ride home along the quiet roads. Tho sun
has not dipped very far in the west yet,
and tho world is full of light. Ah me,
what fools men and women are to cars so
much aiout feelings, and make their hearts
ache because of a cold look, a silence that
is more painful than words! There is
nothing but misunderstandings, and there
is no peace or happiness at all.
Humphrey does not say one word to mo
when 1 return. I can see that he is vexed ;
he is punctiliously attentive but in the eve
niug, when chairs and tables aro put out of
the way, he never usks mo to dance, but
goes off and sits by Mrs. Delacourt.
Outwardly cheerful, inwardly very cross
very miserable, 1 station myself at tho
piano and play waltzes, gallops, any
thing, but refuse steadily to dance. Chris
asks me, Captain Delacourt entreats, but
I say 1 am tired; and Hee, Lena and Geor
gle girate with uutiring energy down tho
length of the long room. Captain Dela
court dances once with Lena, and half a
doen tiui"s with Hee. Chris is quite put
in the shade to-night.
It is over at last; they aro all gone
Captain lleaihcote, Lena's Cavalryman,
dedans with a good deal of "haw-haw-ing"
that he lias spent a charming day, the
speech rendered impressive by a look to.
wards Lena's childish face; and I, tho
hostess, stand smiling, but feel ready to
cry, for neither word nor smile has Hum.
plirey given me to-night.
Hee and Lena spend half an hour dis.
cussing the delights of the day, but it ends
in a feeling of disappointment, for Heo ev
idently prefers Captain Delacourt to lion
est simple-hearted Chris, uud myschemo
has gone wrong. From the bottom of my
heart I wish that Clive Delacourt had not
come back to Uipley.
Hee and Lena have been with us for a
month four weeks of gayety; for the
neighborhood seems to have been suddenly
awakened, and all vie with each other iu
adding to the whirl of summer dissipa
Hon. We have been to lawn-tennis parties,
garden-fetes, picnics everything that can
be desired and tho weather has favored
(ieorgie is to be married next week.
Wedding presents aro pouring In, and Kip
ley is full of guests. Sir J.nper has filled
the Abbey with painters un( upholsterers
to renovate the old house for the reception
of its mistress.
To-day we are quiet, there is no excite
ment iu immediate prospect, and Hoe has
taken a writing fit. I find her scribbling
hard in her own room, writing a story thut
is to make her famous so sho says with a
smile, while her pen is flying over the pa
per: I am going to send it to a magazine,
Maduie. I tried once before; and, after
waiting two months and watching every
post till 1 was sick with waiting, there
came a letter saying that my poor story
was returned with thanks."
"What (lid you do Hee?"
"I cried for an hour, and then I burnt
it in the kitchen lire. Poor thing, I had
got so fond of it Madgie !"
Hen laughs as she tells the story now,
but 1 know it was very stem reality at the
time; and I can fancy her shedding bitter
tears over her disappointment, and with
somewhat of an heroic impulse consign
ing the child of her imagination to tho
"And you are going to try again!" I say,
taking up some of the closely-written
pages and looklngover them, to find in tho
hero of the tale an exalted description of
Clive Delacourt, unlike him, but still with
enough resemblance to leave no doubt as
to the original. "Does it end badlv,
She rests herchin on her hand, and looks
out of the window towards tho gray rip
" es, it, ends badly," she says, "but I
am In a diillculty. Madgie, It is so dread
fully hard to think of anything original;
and I waul to kill the Intro in souio out-of-the-way
"Have him eaten by cannibals," I sug
"No; hut really, Madgie, I don't know
w hat to do with him. I can't have hi in
killed iu tlii Ashantee War, for every one
h'lou who was really engaged In that, and
I won't have him lost In the 'City of Hos
ton,' lor am sure if nil the imaginary peo
plc in nooks ever sailed in her, 11 is no won
der she w cut to the bottom; and it Is too
I laugh at her description, given with
perfect gravity, and try to help her with
suggestions of various queer and unac
countable deaths; but my Ideas are all loo
wildly Improbable, and I leavo Hoe at last
with tho momentous question unsolved, i
Yes, with a pain that I never thought I
could feel, I slowly and tin willingly como
to tho conclusion Hint Humphrey has
censed to care for me. It Is not a pleasant
thing to say of one's husband; but I know
and feel that It is true, that tho great pas
slonuto lovo has died out, and a cool indif
ference has taken Its place. He has grown
weary with waiting for the lovo that 1 hall
promised would come after long years, and
now It Is almost laughable I begin to
like him, and he ceases to care for me. A
pitiful comedy this is, none the less bitter
that for very pride I must hide It from tho
world, even from Hoe, and, lastly, my hus
band must never know.
What a fool I am to cry such bitter tears
about It! And then conies the question,
Why does ho not love mo now as ho did
even in tho days when I hurt and wounded
hliu by my cruel thoughtlessness? My face
is as fair as it was whoa he wooed wilful
madcap aiadgle long ago.
I look Into the glass and see the fair
fresh beauty ho loved so madly once the
same blue eyes, the same charin of faco
that took his lancy oneo. Has lie tired of
me? He is kind and polite, but never do
I hear the old loving words. It Is hard, it
is bitter; nnil all the blinding tears cannot
wash away tho pain.
"Humphrey," I say once, tryhigto speak
naturally, but bringing out the words in a
harsh whisper, "have I done anything to
He gives a long look down into my eyes,
but his face never softens.
"Why do you ask?" ho says at last cold
ly, as if he was speaking to a stranger, and
not his own wife, and I steady myself with
"You hav changed lately, Humphrey.
You know you have."
1 do not look at him as I speak; but
when I hear his voice 1 know wlmt his face
"How changed? Isthero anything you
wish for, aiadgie, anything that I can do?"
"Nothing," 1 answer, hurt, cut to the
heart as I never thought to be by word of
(Hi, what a pity that Spartan boy ever
existed to bo a model for us evir since a
model whose example shows us how to
hide, the pulu and let it eut our hearts
away before we make a sign ! I suppose
that Spartan boy had to give In at last, and
1 suppose that sooner or later we Spartam
of later days, who hug our pain and smile
over the torture, will have to give In; but
in the meantime it is pleusaul to hold out
as long as possible.
1 go away from Humphrey with a light
step and a face that makes no sign, al
though 1 feel an intense longing to burst
out crying and humble myself in tho dust
at his feet, if only he would care for me
"(iuardians always fall In lovo with
their wards." I have not forgotten that
remark. 1 have tried to forget it; but il
comes back to my memory again and again,
and stays there persistently. Do they al
ways? i wonder. Wliy are wards at trac
tive to guardians? Is Felicia Here
1 stop and drive away the thought, drown
ing it iu a fierce game of lawn-teuuis with
lice. Hut, when tho game is over, the
thought is there still.
Scene A dinner party at the Grant
leys', distant neighbors of ours who give
two or three stupid dinners In the year and
consider they have done their duty to tho
world and themselves.
Sir Joshua (iruntley is an oddity a per
feet oddity and his wife is a portly placid
matron. Looking ut her calm tranquil fea
tures, I wonder if she has ever known a
moment's care or a second's uneasiness.
She sits at the end of hi :' table, with a
ceaseless smile which comes to her lips ut
the commencement of the evening uud
stays there all night. Docs she sleep with
that smile on her face? I wonder. Her
daughter, on the contrary, looks as if she
had borne since her infancy ilio cares of
the whole world on her shoulders, so livid
is her lace so sour her expression.
Sir Joshua takes me iu to dinner. One
peculiarity of bis is that neither rank nor
precedence takes the lead, but the lady
who has the greatest claim to beauty takes
the place of honor ut bis right band. To
night he is graciously pleased to select lue
as the favored individual. I am told altcr
ward that another lady said s-ir Joshua
has very bad taste that he fixes on most ex
traordinary people as good-looking.
I wish he had not chosen me this even
ing; it Is weariness and vexation to listen
and respond to his chirpy remarks, and I
find myself counting the number of times
be adjusts hi eyeglass and lets it fall again.
The same process goes on again and again.
He opens his pale little eyes very w ide,
and with a fearful contortion of his puck
ered old (futures graps the glass firmly by
some ed'oft of win and misrb takes a
glance at me, ojiem hi" iiciiPi to speak,
and away Hies the eyegl is mi t,n: whole
thing Is begun over again.
opposite tome sits Hee, with Captain
Delacourt. he looks radiant, and be is
bending his dark head, and tnlUing away
in that low voice of hi, and looking every
now and then Into tier face. Once or twice
I catch a look from bis dark eyes directed
ucross the table ut me; but I have avoided
him of late, and even Humphrey cannot
say that I have left his warning unheeded.
At the end of the table I can self my hus
band's face, ami note how grave he looks,
lie seem, nearly as moody and ili-s;ilMied
as Chris, who his been tolled oil' to wait
upon Miss (irantley, and does not appear
to tiud the post ii delightful one,
Sio' won't talk," he confides t me af
terwards; "and w hen she does it is to rail
against her fellow-creatures."
A few ininut.es later I sec his tall grace,
fill figure steering towards Hee, and a look
of satisfaction come over his .ie hs they
get together at hist.. Hee is in pure white,
her own choice . a dead-white dress, with
crimson roses in lo r hairaml at. her throat.
She stands talking to Chris, her tall figure
drawn up, her head thrown back a little,
and lor arms lightly folded. Hee, the
hoyden, is growing into a very lovely wo
man. Captain Delacourt appears suddenly be.
"What is the matter? You are not your
self to-night," ha says, "and Carslairs
seems out of sorts to,,."
A short laugh falls from my lips.
"You are very observant, what do you
mean by my being not myself?''
"You appear preoccupied, bored. All
the time atdinner 1 was watching you, und
you never smiled naturally once."
"Sir Joshua is not a very amusing com
panion," 1 say, and see Humphrey, at the
other end of the room looking at me.
'Miss Grant Is not here to-night."
In spite of myself, a hot flush rises to
my face at Captain Dclacourt's words.
"Don't talk that lady is going losing,"
I say, and avert my head till Hie blood
(lows back ugain.
"I look steadily at tho girl who is going
to sing. She stands looking over her mil
sic, a tall girl arrayed in white, with pink
sashes tied around her at regular Inter,
vals; sho looks like plnk-and-Mrhito sugar
slick, and evidently finds much dl (lieu Ity
in movement. The song begins; her sis
ter, like more pluk-aiid-whlte sugar-stick,
plays the accompaniment, and she breaks
into song, beseeching us in ear-piercing
accents to let her "dream again." Mio
finishes with a shriek and a wall. Then
the pink-and-white sashes retire after mur
mured thanks from some and "Thank you
so much" from Lady (irantley.
After some persuasion, a young man
with a fat boyish face consents to sing,
uud Informs us in touching tones that "old
love Is waking shall it wake in vain?"
"Upon my word," whispers Captain Del
acourt audibly, "this is too much! That
girl with the- pink reeling besought us on
no account lo wake her, uud here this fel
low announces he is wuking up.' "
I cannot help smiling ut bis comical dis.
Tho last "Shall it wuko iu vain?" dies
away. Tho fat-faced young man retires
precipitately, apparently on the Verge of
apoplexy, and 1 see Lady (irantley steer
ing iu my direction.
"She Is going to ask me to sing. (Jh,
dear, what shall I do?"
"Don't sing ubuut waking or sleeping,
or " Captain Delacourt pauses.
Lady (Irantley halls before me, thellxod
smllo uccpeiilng-. i cannot refuse she
will take uo refusal.
"Hut, Lady (irantley, I have brought no
"Amongst Clara's music surely wo shall
find some thing thai you sing," sho urges
sweutly; and 1 give in with a good grace.
The search amongst Mlssdrautley's mu
sic results in the discovery of "Auld Itohlu
"1 sing this," I say hesitatingly, remem
bering what Humphrey unco said about
this very song.
oh, please, yes I It Is u special favorite
of mine. Now, .Mrs. Carstalrs,! will have
no other song,"
Bo I sing the sweetest, saddest story or
human love that ever was written; and
when it Is over I go and sit with my hus
band, and say in a low voice
"Lady (irantley asked for that song,
He looks down at rue gloomily.
"I know very well why you sung It. Do
not look distressed, aiadgie. A fact Is not
more painful put to music than made
known to one in any other way."
I say no more, for I hear Hee's rich voice
beginning "Mary Hamilton."
There is a hush In the room as the sweet
sad notes rise and fall; and the song car
lies me back to the old days.
"Toolato for the 1ml in when the heart is broke,
It is not only the song that makes my
Sunday evening, and a great stillness
over laud und sea. We huve been twice
to church In the glaring scorching sun
shine. The greut red sun seems as If he
w ill never set to-night. Hut at last the
golden glory fades away, and twilight
spreads n dim shadowy covering over the
hot weary world.
All the windows are wide open to let in
the cool air. At the farther end of tho
room Lena and Felicia (irant aro holding
a whispered conversation. Hee is at the
piano, singing hymns. I sit at the open
window, unhappy enough, for all my
goodly position in life, watching a tall fig
ure pacing up and down, backwards and
forwards, with bent bead.
Humphrey lias been walking to and fro
for4tho last quarter of an hour, anil I have
been watching him ; but never once has bo
turned hi head toward the spot where I
sit in my white dress iu the gloom. He
starts when I suddenly appear at his side,
and slip my band within hi arm.
"Do yo'l want me, Madgie," he asks qui
etly. Atone time how his face would have
lighted up to have seen nie come and join
him on ni own accord !
"I I thought you might hue wanted
me, Humphrey," I say, in a low pitiful
voice; "but, il you like, I will go away."
"If I like!" he echoes, in a low whisper.
"Stay, my child! We do not see much of
each other now, do we?"
He is speaking utmost iu his old tone
again, and I answer accordingly.
"We have been so gay, you sec. And,
Humphrey, you know you would not come
to any of the parties."
"Did you wish me to come?" he asks.
And I laugh.
"My wishing would not have done much
good. You know you stayed to keep Feli
cia (irant company."
"Yes. Poor Felicia! I pity her very
And pity Is akin to ?o, I will
not say it. Hut his words hurt uie, and I
withdraw my hand from his arm, under
pretext of gathering up my dress. The
dew lies thick on leaves und grass, and it
is slowly and surely soaking through my
"You wi'.f catch cold," Humphrey says.
"There is a heavy dew falling."'
I don't care," 1 uiuwer wilfully.
"Wait, und I will g' t a shawl," he says,
' going otl, and reluming in a few moments
J with a white fancy wrap which he lays
i carefully round my shoulder. "Is not
) that belter darling?" There is a pause
before the last loving word; but lie lias
said it; and iny baud is laid upon his arm
again, and hi hand close over it with a
quick pressure. "And, If 1 don't go lo
parties," ho says, continuing the conversa
tion, "iny wile docs not often come tome
now when I am painting."
"You don't want me. You have Ftli
cia," I say, in a hard, unloving voice.
"True. Hut F elicia is not you," he answers-a
remark that might mean anything
"And I uui not Felicia," I retort, my"
"What do you mean, aiadgie? You are
not iu a good humor to-night."
He is beginning to find out my faults;
and my voice shakes a little a I go on
speaking very fast.
'Humphrey, Mr. Delacourt told mo
yesterday that a friend ot hers wanted a
governess, and and perhaps Felicia would
like to go. Will you speak to her about
"No, I will not!" conies straight ami
quickly from my husband's lips. "I am
Felicia's guardian; and I think I have the
best right to choose the situation she ehail
'Perhaps you would wish her to stay
with us altogether," 1 remark in a tone o(
filter sarcasm. "She would then be saved
the trouble of keeping up this farce of
Studying ami paint ing."
Humphrey comes to a dead stop,
'.Madgie, what do you mean by all this?
Do you dislike F 1 i i . i ? '
"Dh, dear, no! I'm tiled o' her. That
"1 hoped that you would have got to
likelier," he says speaking slowly, "and
that she would have st tved with us till she
got a home n her own."
"A very pleasant arrangement!" I re
tort with ri-ing wrat.li. "I'ray have you
any more surprises of this sort In store for
"Stop!" says Humphrey sternly. You
must not speak ''Mile like that, Madgie
You have made me ashamed of my wife to
night." In the dim twilight we face each other.
I look up at him with an angry light in my
eyes and my heart is full to bursting; and
then I turn away.
"Are you going to speak of this to Fell
cia?" asks Humphrey quickly.
"No. From this day forth I will leavo
her to her guardian," is my answer, spok
en with a bitterness that in all my life I
had never fell before.
"Madgie, .Madgie 1" and tho two arms
hold me tightly. "Was It my wife that
spoke then? .My child, aro you going to
leave mo like this?"
"Yes," I say desperately. "I thought,
Humphrey, we might have been happy ouoo
but now It Is Impossible. Don't let us
try any more" breaking Into a short hys
tericul laugh; and, ubovc nil things, do not
let Felicia think wo have been quarrelling
on her account."
"ilis anus suddenly looso their hold, and
I speed away In the twilight, to cry my
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to weep till my head throbs and my eyes
ache; then with slow steps I creep back to
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Hester away, and lie down with hidden
face on the sofa.
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