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Full Title	The New York Fireside Companion : a journal of instructive and entertaining literature, v. XLVIII, no. 1226, April 25, 1891.
Contributor	Garvice, Charles, 1850-1920. Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Date Added	7 January 2022
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1891-04-25
Publisher	New York : George Munro
Alternate Title	Fireside Companion She trusted him / by Charles Garvice. Tiger-lily; or, The Woman who came between / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Woman who came between
Topic	New York (N.Y.) > Newspapers. Popular literature > United States > 19th century > Periodicals. Story papers > Specimens.
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OCR LAURA JBAN LIBBEY} sefes 400 Jove baw grown np hehe _ PT scarey old Sotcamne tot PLEASE REMEMBER that Laura Jean Libbey wriley ° USIVELY for The ‘Fifesiae Companion, in which paper ALL her NEW stories will appear, ° Ot Ienals ean furnish HER OLD STORIES ONLY. mn arn Vol. XLVIIL GEORGE MUNRO, Paornreror, 1 ro 2 VANDEWATER STREB?. } ESTERED ACCORDING To ACT oF CoNGREsS IN THE YEAR 1801, BY GEORGE Muwno, 18 THE orice oF THE Linnanthos NEW YORE, “APRIL 25, 1891. raonnas, WasmixoTox, D. C.—Exrenep at Tue Post Orrick at New Yonk at Secos Chass Rares, PRICE, $3 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE. 1 SWwO COMES FOR $8. } In the ora ree 8 Shade, ‘Tar tree that we planed when youth ‘was our own Rises loftily up from the gronnd, Tia fanrenchiog branches above us And they cast thele eool shedow around, ‘The bird in its foliage is building her Soon her brood in its shelter will le: And here af its foot, love, we peace. ally Asthe twilight fades out of the sky. But ware are the Danas that first are the 1 sparkling with mirth, And the hearts that were bounding - |» glee! ot od restless young bands some, r years, hav still, Bright eves, long “eo were sealed fast, Apa hearts that beat high with im- petuot Are peacefully steering at last. But ove of the group that, with pughter and song, wae dhe fa thoce fhi-nway years Is with me tonight, as the shadows row tong, And the sun in the west disap pears, The gam 0 of her beauty no longer is oxen the pplendor 1k mhowed at ite But the saa to. darting, ‘may “By the silver Tight of the moon. | auton, sand the buds that they bear, “ate well Tepresented, for round us ring feces unsullied by ea Like arms stretohed in Dlesing, (ts re spread; the stars on its leaves shed their light, And the wirids, as they rustle them ‘over our heads, Seem softly to whisper, “ Good- night.” CHAPTER VI—( Continued.) AT nine o'clock Portmaris, as a rule, goes to bed. No one was stirring: the street, tue | gay, were empty. The tide was far out now, @ sands Jay a golden bar between sea and each, unbroked gave whero at the very margin of the lapping wave- enthusiast than Francis Liste could have desired a more delicious picture than she made fitting ‘low yet lightiy over the beach, her graceful fasting a long shadow behind pore ight fe outs seaaonsayn tte poet, and Leslic’s heart was beating to-night with a strange pulsation, She reached the spot where she had sat with Ralph Duncombe's ring, in her hard, and, goin cr knees, searched carefully,’ The'bright Hehtreveaied every pebble, and, convinced at laa fat it-waa ot thoree bat that she must: have held Ibuntl sho had ran some way down the sands be- fore she dropped it, she rose from her knees with aaigh, and was going back when she saw a man's form lying full length on the top of the break: trae & Foung fisherman, apparently, for he was clad in the tight-fitting blue jerse doots, and voollen meh and boy He was stre out full length, W hed resting om hisarms, his face u ‘upd Hporfoety ati otionless. that he might have picked 10 Leslie up pike ring “ane well aware that his class wore as honest as the day, she went up to him, saying: - “Have you found @ ring on thé beach just hero? did mot answer no move: and when she yor quite up to him she saw that he was asleep. She sav, too, something else—that it was not & Portmaris fisherman, but the young man whom Mr. ‘Temple had called *! Yorke, iden rush of crimson to her face she wan ab & retreat "when Yorke started Slightly, opened his eyes, and stared mp a The next Tnstaut he wae off the break water and on his feet he exclaimed, with bated breath, Listed" rasa “i ia you, Miss 8, it is 1,” said Leslie, as calmly and coin- posedly as she could, and from & effort for com- posure her voice seemed ra “T beg your pardon, ot Teourse " is, But”. hesitated @ moment*weil, the fact is, I was is commenced in No, 12% of Ta New York Firesipg Copaxton. ‘hie story wes ‘obtained from all newsdealers, “II CAN'T THANK YOU, MR. TEMPLE,” SHE Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1891, by George Munro, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. She ‘Trusted Him. § By CHARLES GARVICE, Author of “Paid For,” “Elaine,” etc., ete. Back numbers can be [THs STORY WILL NOT BE PUBLISMED IX BOOK FORM.) dreaming about you—" He stopped as if he were afraid he had given offense. But Leslie smiled. t have been an uncomfortable dream,” she eal, glancing at the break-water. No,” he said; “I was never more comfortable in my “tte. om more used to roughing it ihan you think. I st se it was the beauty of tt that tempted you as it tempted me, he went ons with, ith his frank Pee on her face. Leslie looked down; she could not ask him the question she faa putt to the supposed Sshorman. Tf he had found her ring, of course he would give it her. Fo “Ttol aD Baap ‘tas too good to be in-doors,” he went on, |“ 'That’s ny cousin—the man you saw to- day, you know.” “idle, Temples” ania Leal. “M Ir, ‘Temple, “he assented after a moments hesitation: " dud I tried to hire bnn outs but he doesn’t care about stirring a ‘after dinner, Dour old chap.” He broke, oft with a langh, You a at my get-up,” he sald, a, wwe You took me for one of the marine who abonnd here. Fact is, Ifound my things we wetter than 1 supposed,” ew you Would,” said Leslie with an air of gentle triump) ph. “Yes: and a T hadn't a chango with me I bor- coved st trons the laniady's hoya boy” about six feet. high. I fancy 1 rather t my cousin’s man sitting to dinner in ‘em; pat they're extra- ordinarily comfortable. Tm halt inclined to take tothem as a regular thing. After all, one might be worse than a fisherman Miss Lisle.” “Very much,” said Leslie with a smile, “Oh, yow're’ surely not going!” ho sald as. she halt turned toward the quay. « “It's far better out here than in-doors, and it’s early too. Won't you walk across the sand to the edgo of the sea? It's quite dry. moved in that direction as he spoke, and Leslie with @ twinge of conscience, moved also. “It's a pity ail life can’t be a moonlight night,” he said after a pause, and with a faint sigh, “ George! it would be grand on the water to-night. There's just enough breeze to keep @ boat going and there’s a boat!” he exclaimed, pointing to the boat lying at anchor at the edge of the water as if he had made a discovery which was to render this weary world happy for evermore. SAID. «What do you say to going for just a little sail, Miss Liste?” He put the question very much as one truant from schoo! migitt put it to another just alittle more timorous., “It would be splendid-—a thing to pore. membered. Ob, don’t say not I've set Say SRO Why should you not, got” she, said, trying smile and to keep from her eyes the ‘wistful Jong: ing which his audacious segetion had aroused, y myself?” he sald, reproachfully, and with a zivminded reprotel. | “I wouldn’t be 30 fellsht, Come, Miso Dede {mean we may have such a chance as this. get such & Bight as this in England often, dnd you seed not b manage a boat in half @ gale. But never mind, if you think you wouldn't be safe.” This may have been a stroke of artfulness or pure ingonwousess, Ie setlea the matter, “have never been afraid in my life, that I re- member,” said Leslie, dinost indignantly. ‘Then that settles i” he sald in that tone of ce joyousness which: appeals to a woman more tien any otter that.a man could use. Here we are, and, by George, here’s a real sea monster asleep i ihe Boalt Tallbo there!” be called en to 2 ola maa who lay coiled up in the bottom of ach. ‘Leslie laughed sotty. fino use ealiing to bin" sho said; « is stone deat’ It is old 1 il ‘and he is waiting for the me of the tic 2 Hide.’ “Lik }ore of us,” said Yorke, cheerfully: aah te wae abot fo Shake the old man, but an Pat her, hand on b st et refuses to go, tell him 's boat. and go without him,” Leslie Dent over the ¢ gunwale and touched the old man gently. He ment of two andl got up on hig elbows glowrerig ae her Letlje Indicated by expressive pantomime that they wanted to go for a sail, an t the sky and at Yorke, the old analy andl got out of the ‘oats. Yorke hel ped him. to push ber into the wat 4 And n re pote going to got ino” he enid: but before. "aie ceould answer ta the iuestion old Will took her in bis arms and c bodily into the boat, “Our friend doesn’t stand much on ceremony,” said Yorke, as he wad Jee smiled, “He is a very self-willed old man, and no one in Portmari ire with oF eontradiets his, per- aps because h ie is suld Youus. “I nover before realized the great advautage of that aflliction.”* He went forward as he spoke to assist with the fall, but the old man surlily waved him back tuto ern, SAT tight, Svilyuans TH, steer, then,” he said but he had ix t hold of the’ tiller than Witlangrily Signed to hitn toreleage it, and pointed to “T think he wants me to steer,” sho said, with a faint blush. “Tam often out sailing wi “He evidently rezards me as a land- whatever that is,” said Yorke. “But, Haht.. The Password for to-night is‘ Don’teross old Wiliam." " ropped down at her fect and leaned his head upon his baud aad sighed with supreme, unbounded “YOU HAVE MADE MY FATHER HAPPY! content, and, thero was silence for a fow minutes as the Boat glided out to se: said: we Do you think qa William would ny into @ Po, sm of rage if I offered him a pipe of tobacco, Miss Leslie? i “You mii ” said Lesl FF g 5 and the tone of ing themselves, and had no thought of the schoolmaster just then. k out his pouch aud aang Jt with dex- terous aim to the old man's lap. Slauoed at the donor for a moment, then nodded sig j, filling his pipe, pitched the pouch “Wo stil live,” sald Yorke: and he was about to al is ‘Own pipe, but Femombered bimself and jease emoke if you want to,” egid Lealie, 1 do not mind We nut not go fan shea. “Not further than Quebec—or, say, Boulogne,” if Yorke. “AN right, Miss Lisle; we'll turn directly you say 50. ightful thi have but I don’t remember it, Are you sorry yaa cam Please auswer truthfully and doa't mini ings.” tit Leslie did not answer, ‘The strange feeling which had haunted her as she left the house was growing more distinct stronger, and more ageress- ‘Was it really she, Leslie ing over the moonllt ‘sea with this careless and ight-hearted young man, or should she ently in her tiny room in’Sea View and in tt alla la dream? Happy! Was this novel sensati some vague, undefined joy, bap) piness or what? Bhe Was Wise to leave the question unanswered, orke smoked in silence for a minute or two, turned on his elbow so that he could look «Miss Lisle,” he said, “were you looking for mething when you came down the beach just cuuse I thought you looked rather How del feel- vt Task be troubled.” “But you were asleep,” said Leslie, He colored and his eyes drop given myself away,” he said, penitently. Lisle, Lwasn’t asleep, | But't thought it s the children say, lest’ you Biowta take ated ron ave Leslie looked away from him. “You are angry?” Well, it serves me right, But don’t think of it.” "Try and forgive me if you ean, for 1 was half asleep, and I was dreaming of you. ‘here! I “ 8x35 have offended you again. But don’t you Know you ean dr hough you are wide awake? ‘was wondoring Wh should ace you again, ‘Thero was no harm in that, was the ondering whether I should have scen you or T apoken to you at all it hadn't beon for Dick? By the way, ow eis at igh” she said, the tension caused by his former words suddenly released. But I do not think he will ever forgive you for saving his life, Lam afraid not,” he said. sigreted my question yet.” nich one?” asked Leslie, with a smile. « Wi Vi ettier you had lost any vthing?” he si had,” she replied, in a low voice He “put, his’ hand it his’ waisteoat pocket and took out the ring and held it up. “Is this it?” he said, and his voice was suddenly grave and serious. Leslie took it from his fingers daintily but calmly, “But you have not OH, I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT I FEEL!” “Thank, 7 u—yes,”” she said. ‘Where did you find str silent a moment, as if lost a ‘thous then he said, as if with nt the beach-—just where you hea Been ating <h suppose attorndon, You droy it, “ New aaid ‘said teste “You are lad to get st back, I enpe: she said, looking str sight in ‘front of ‘old favorite, Sigs Liste his ares fixed on ‘the beautiful face, over which the moonbeams fell loving ingly. N-o,’ ig into her chee "Bue you were ‘iad to get it back.. You didn't seem go ve ey glad, sou now.” “No, I not oO ane glad,” “7's singular,” he said. “But this g the second thing of yours I ange foun «And they say that if you find two things in one day so are sure to lose somethin; self,” he hurmured, serious, almost ine fent look “coming. Into his: dark "Sut the day has gone and you", pavenot lost anything,” said Les- Jie, with a smile, tie ‘eyes dropped f from hie in- tent regard of her “Tain ot so sure,” he said, Did she heae him She said, a faint color ‘LAURA JEAN LIBBEY thw yout oo deat Withns for ‘chaperon “Perhaps this is because of the Focullur nature of the be just the sam He is Hannes enjoying him- elt 1, ihe Blmost—and hie, cer- about the promt, lent after that last ormay not have heard. fie i lying across the boat so that without much he can see her face. W hat a lovely face at is ‘he thinks, and how thonghtfull Is she tim of that letter he gave, or of the ring and who her that? It onght not to matter to him, and the question worries him not a little. He it with 2) a andible “ Heigh-hof? “Ts hese are what are called dancing waves?” he, aye, at last. “Ate you fond of dane- Ing, Miss Lisle?’ But of course you a Teslie lets her dark gray eyes fall_on bis and. some upturned face, as if ‘she had been recalled “ All wom ie all the same, he is si- ark of bis, which Leslie nay ae yet “t "Oh, yes!" she said. nen are, are the note Bat Ido not got. much dancing. Tt is years was at a party. My father is not strong ant isthe golug out, and— Well there is no one is with Besides, T should not leave bi” He nods thoughtfully, and some idea of what her life must be dawns upon him, 4 You must lead a very quiet life,” he says. i «Yea, very tery auet she ass “What do you do 20 joursell?” be asks, Leslie thinks a Tome nt. Gls aha sare, cheerfully and without ashadow of discontent in ber voice OF on hi walks when my fi ih usually likes me toe ats with him while he is paint- ing. And sometimes William takes me for a sail; and there is the piano. “My father likes me to play He he ie at work: Dut, when e does not, Tad" And is that all?” he asks, raising himeeli his elbow that he may better see her face, “An? she repeats, “What else is there? Tt seems a great dea) He does not answer; but he“thinks of the women he knows—the idie w. lives and tnie girl's there rises nti heart ‘a long- a to brighten her lite, if only for a few hours a * Well,”” he says, “it sounds rather slow. And— and nave yor ted this kind of life long?” “As lon; can remember,” replies Leslie, «Papa dud T have boon alone together ever anced Was tle mite, and yet it has always been the ame.” “ "Aud you never go toa theater, a dance, a con- 3 Teste laughs softly. “Never isa big word,” she says. “Oh, yes! when we are in London ony “Eater, sometimes, but very seldom, takes me te eater, and now and a; again there afe dances at the boardlngchouses we stay ae Yorke almost groans.. How delightful it would be to take this beautiful young creature to a whole round of theaters, to see her dressed in full war paint, to watch those dark-gray eyes light up will pleastire and givlish joy! “And which are you most fond of,” ‘walking, sailing, playing, reading? She thinks ag “Tdon't know: Pm very fond of the country an enjoy my walks; but then T am also fond of ‘ating, and music, and reading. Do you know the country round here! He shook his head. he asks—

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