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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 1, 1886)
04 THE WEST SHORE. " To-morrow morning lot ub meet in the garden. Ib it not s promise 1" Klia 1nrna Iw.i mil I'ou ulm fnn tint AAV 110. A 11(1 tllttt nyi it in littln uh to try to sleep. When sloop at length come it ib bo profound Hint Blio awaites wim a tnrt lit flnl 111 mm uliMiiliff u-ifll Ullf.ll IWlWur Afl to mfl6 ... ...... w r her fear that omo of the precious hourB More break fast are already pant; and yet tliougli the thought gives her a pang she is in no lmsto to leave her room. She fi'arB she know, not what If she again finds horself alouo with Horace, ran hIio any longer be happy and un constrained, when every diiy she is drawing nearer the time wheu he will lie M. Ulauchard b aflianced wife? " Aime," says licr aunt, jueeting her at Iho dxr, "you are late. Never mind, you were fatigued lust night. But we, this linen require putting in order; apply yourself to the task till brenkfasL I am required elsewhere." Mademoiselle Hlf'plianie lms oncd the door of the room where the lineii-chmi't stands. The shelves are empty, the linen lies in pihs uimiii the tloor. Aiiiieo miiki's no objection; she sots herself somewhat wearily to nor task. IV. Mr. Horace Dallaa is somewhat displeased, when, hav ing taken tho troulilo to Imj out of his room at on un woutml early hour, he can soe no sit'iis of Aimr-e. "Little deceiver" ho says to himsoir. fooli mueh annoyed with her for having induced him to dis turb himself so early. Of course, I might have known iii-we i rencii girl are a changeable as the wind" And f ien for moment he thinks of another girl, a fair-haired girl in England to whom he nmnl give no secret apjsiint. mmiU, by whom side be is weloomo to sit with the full approval of all her friends -a girl, too, who is pretty and gl-tmpered ami pb.ci.lly fond of him, whoso rocog- ....... uin wiuin hi any moment, no man for bidding him. " Mario," ho calls, leaning his olls.ws on the sill of the d.mng.room window, and addressing the (,ld servant. " J " "'. running the furniture, Marie, Ml me, ha. Maden.oisollo Aimee gone out for a mm ii un morning r " Mmlemoillo Aim is occupied, monsieur; she w not duMvud until the breakfast in iu.rv.wl i I il V . 7 7' . 11 y"u U""k' Mnrie that 1 might be aide to help her?" " Hah! in arramriiitf tlie lim.i. sn.-.. . . i ,., , ". "wn'rooni: That , 17 y' m cri" ,,la Horace u not . yng nm ,)f . . and he ha. not . great opinion of other X ? ov.r he U bent .p. having hi. own Z ' He take a five-fnuin nittm fr..n i : , . it rf along the HiiU7 J U neath the h.ra of Mario'. jx-ni J " You altould nt have iiml. t.i i, i ill And now," be adds, making one long stride which brings hiraover the sill of the window into the room "now show me where is this storeroom." Marie reflects for a minute whilst she pockets the money and wipes her hands on her apron. Mademoiselle Stephanie deserves to be annoyed It is not her fault if the young gentleman will persist Finally, no one else is likely to give her a five-frano piece. So she takes him into the hall, and pointing up the stairs, leaves him in no doubt; as to which is the storeroom. Aimoe is seated on the floor, some linen in her lap, and her head leaning back against a great pile of sheets. She is already tired, but she starts into a less lmHaua ,f " vivuu uv titude as the door opens and Horaoe enters. When she sees him a sudden sweet rosy color flushes her face like a imwn in a summer sky. " Why have you hidden yourself from me so normaL ently why?" he asks, and though his words are re proachful, he can not keep the gladness out of his voice. It is but a poltry triumph he has gained, but Aimde'a troubled and yet brightening face all unconsciously gives him his reward. "I did not hide myself," she savs simulv: "on tlm contrary, monsieur, I am very glad to see you, for there is something I wish to say." . " I am quite ready to listen," replies Horace, seatinff himself on the high stool. But the permission to speak seems to have deorived her of the power. For a moment she remains anite si. lout, and then without raising her eyes, she speaks with quiet resolution. "I have been wishing to tell you that vou must not seek me in this way when I am by myself. My aunt has reproved me. lou moke it hard for me to please her. I would do all I can to make your visit agreeable to you, but you would not have me to do wrong?" " Does your aunt eive vou Dermission to waIIc with M. Blonchard, to sit the whole evenine without soeakine to Bny one but him? What does it mean ?" 'You have no right to ask all these auostions." she answers, "no right whatever; and yet if you wish to uow, means that M. Blonchard desires to marry me." " But it does not mean that von wish to mnrrv him." cries Horace; "it can not mean that It is a sacrilege oven to think of it How haa he fivpr dnrml how can even your fnthor or your aunt have allowed him for one toigie moment ' He stops suddenlv and nXAa Ilia Avoa nnnn finr. Ho. gentle and sweet and pretty she is, with her pale cheeb and her dark tender eyes whioh are still bright with th determined effort she is making to keep back the Bigm of her weakness I " You should not speak in that manner of those whom am bound to obev. A three days, to be thn ind f M. Ulanchard has been my father's good friend for thia long time. It is true I was too young to know his disposition, to appreciate his (rood nnnlifiaa Tin Ja ha Tint m'vinff I -j .... tw J u V IB 14VI U" O m proof of his goodneas in wishing to marry md f "