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ø' I QUEER LOVE AFFAIR- '1: ■" AH, Tessie, you have made me the happiest ma* in the world you are a veritable witch:" laid Joseph Dilson, taking the fair, young face between his hands. Mid imprinting a kiss on the josy lips. The casual observer might have taken them for father and daughter; but Mrs. Bradley knew better. Nothing was plainer to her than that her Uncle Joe had been making a fool of himself again, proposing to this young girl. His niece could not forget a con- versation which she had overheard between him and Tessie's mother only a few years previous. Four years this very summer," said she to her- self, after she had done a little mental calculation "and here he is making love to the daughter They may well say that an old fool is the worst. I thought it bad enough the last time, and I've always won- dered why Mrs. Hadley did not snap him tfp." Indeed, Mrs. Bradley had been at the time divided between indignation at her uncle for proposing, and astonishment that be had not been accepted. Mrs. Hadley earned her living by her needle, or to t state it mpre accurately, if less practically, by her sewing machine. Her modest cottage was close to the stately mansion occupied by Mr. Dilson and his niece, so close in fact, that when the windows were open, Mrs. Bradley could, from her balcony, see and hear all that went on in berneighbour's sitting-rootti, without being seen herself, for a luxuriant Virginia creeper covered the balcony, and completely hid its occupants from view. The house was built on a side hill, so that although the entrance was not much above the level of the street, the balcony which was at the side was considerably higher, and commanded a view of the front street, as well as of Mrs. Hadley's ¡ premises. Here Mrs. Bradley spent many hours every fine day in her hammock. This cosy nook, with its easy chairs and little stands, holding work- basket and books—where one might always be sure of finding the latest periodicals, and where the afternoon cup of tea was frequently dispensed, was preferred by Callers to any room in the bouse. Mr. Dilson did not often sit in rny lady's bower, but betook himself to an arbour at the further end cf his spacious lawn. He was immensely wealthy, a confirmed old bachelor his neighbours agreed, although when first his elegant residence bad been built, it was surmised that he waa contemplating being married. Everybody was sure of it when, as soon as his house was finished and furbished in the j most costly style, he had gone east. But when he returned, he brought with him, in- stead of a bride, a widowed niece whom he had in- stalled as mistress of his house. I How she would have to get along and bring, her little girl up without he unclejs assistance Mrs. Bradley did not know and she baj3 for years been in constant dread of b* marrying., although she had been given to upderstapd that a youthful romance rendered- such an event very improbable, that he bad. not forgotten a certain Millie, the object of his youthful affection. There was a tacit understanding that this was a subject to which reference must never be made in his presence and Mrs. Bradley knew so little of this love affair that she had never even heard the lady's sur- name. T Uncle Joe was not so very old that it was at all strange be should have thoughts matrimonial. Indeed, this lovely June day he looked almost young; his tread was buoyant and his countenance beaming. His bearing was unmistakably that of the successful wooer. And to think," said Mrs. Bradley to herself, that he proposed to the girl's mother in my hearing, I may say. And now," peepipg through the leafy screen and gazing at the pair in the garden below, such a thing to take place before my very eyes! There She's pinning a flower-a pansy—on his coat. What is that ?"—straining every effort to catch what Tessie was saying—" Think of me, dear Mr. Dilson, when you are away." "Why -doesn't she call him ';Joe?' It would be just like her forwardness !"said the unseen listener. Think of you, Tessie! How could I ever forget ygu ?" Is it to be a secret ?" inquired Tessie. For. the present I think it will be best not to say anything about it just yet. I don't feel like sharing my happiness with anybody but you, Tessie, dear little girl." I suppose I ought to tell mamma." If Wait., Tessie, and surprise her with the news after the wedding." You old wretch ejaculated his niece under her breath, I'll tell her, see if I don't!" "I know," continued Mr. Dillion, II that there are not many secrets between you and your mother; but I must ask you to keep this one. She may have one "that she has kept from you, so it will be balaDccd" I' don't believe mother ever had any secrets from me." Oh, don't yon?" said Mrs. Bradley. But," said Tessie, it shall be as-you think best, of course. Only it will be so hard for me not to men- tion it, I feel so happy." Mrij Bradley was shocked. There's maidenly reserve for you Do you know, Tessie, I've always been fond vjou, ever since you were a little mite of a thing, th, I never thought when your mother came to live in this cottage that you would bring such happiness into my life. It was always a pleasure to see ou flitting about, and to listen to you singing, and I always regretted that you had not had the °PPrr" tunity of having your voice cultivated. You have made a grand singer, quite equal to some of the ^aUs^what Miss Arnold says. She thinks it is not too late even now;" but, then, she is given to flattering her pupils—some of them, at least. She is an old darling all the same, and I'd like to hug her this minute." So should I," said her companion, at which they both laughed very heartily. It takes very little to amuse them," thought Mrs. Bradley. You were saying just how," remarked Mr. Dilson "-that you were very happy, but. you do not, know Tessie, how happy I am. I can scarcely realise it myself. The loneliness seems to have never gone our of my life. I have never told you about Millie, and the disappointment I met with when I was young. 1 have never been able to speak of it before; but to-day I am so happy that I can speak of it calmly, I'll tell you about it, Tessie. I owe it to you, since you have made me eo happy. It is a very commonplace story, I dare say, after all. Millie's father was rich and I was poor. He would not consent to our becom- ing engaged, and as for being married—he threw out ■o many hints about fortune hunters that I couldn't 1 stand it. So I told him I'd gtt away, and come back only when I could match bis wealth dollar for doUar. Millie and I vowed to be true to each other, but we were not allowed to correspond. I came We st, and worked very hard, but it was many a "IC)nt- ye&r. before T could dream of returning. When I did go back it was to find that Millie's father had failed, and that he bad died in extreme poverty years before. The poor girl had been left destitute, and had gone away from the place soon after her father's death. All 1 could rind out was that she had gone West. Some said she was married, others were sure they bad heard of her death. All trace of her was lost, and I felt quite disheartened. I had eome thoughts of selling the home which I had just built and becoming a wanderer on the face of the earth. But Josephine's husband had just died, and I found that she and little Bessie had been left badly off so I felt it my duty to; provide for them." And have you never been in love with anyone else since you parted from MiUíe p" No, Tessie, never! I've never had a thought of love or marriage since, not until that day—you know the day I mean." Oh, oh, oh, Uncle Joseph^. I can hardly help shouting out, «That is false Aren t you ashamed of yourself ?" whispered Mrs. Bradley, shaking her filit in the direction of the spenker; 11 Yes, I know the day," said Tessie, with a happy sigh. I'll never forget it, either. 11 Now, Tessie, I must go. I have a number of arrangements to make. Are you quite sure that you can come at an hour's notice, without exciting sur- Yes, indeed, I can. I am to go to Uncle George s soon all I am waiting for is a letter to say which day I am expected." I do not know what Josephine trill say when she hears I am married. It will be an astonishing piece of news to her." „ "Oh, will it, indeed, Uncle Joe? Not so veryf •aid his niece. Of course, it will make a great difference to her, she may not-feel like giving up the reins after having held them so long." But she will have to?" said Tessie. Your wifi most H* mistress of your house, Mr. Dilson, romem her that. But there will JDe Mine euougn cy ana by to settle everything of the kind. Duu't. lei arT) thin1 mar the happiness of the present." >.L- That's the way to look at i Tessio. C, jod-bve, for a short time dear child..Be sure to come wli,n 1 send you word." And with fcp&wing salute Uncle Joe stepped off briskly down the street, and Teeeie went into the cottage. Mrs. Bradley did not consider herself to blame if people came and talked secrets within earshot of where she might reasonably be supposed to be sitting. She remained in the hammock a long time pondering over what she had heard. It was as plain as any- thing could be, although it was the most ridiculous idea in the world. Uncle Joe and Theresa Hadley! Why, they were wholly unsuited to each other—much more so than he and Mrs. Hadley would have been. And she bad felt so relieved when she heard the I latter tell Uncle Joe that it could not be. She had not seemed much eletted over the propoaaI-bow would she like the idea of Tessie becoming Mrs. Dilson? Mrs. Bradley had always felt quite safe after she bad heard Mrs. Hadley refuse Uncle Joe; for not another lady of his acquaintance could ever boast of having received more than the merest civilities from Mr. Dilson. It bad been reserved for a chit like Tessie, a mere child, in the junior year at the University, to accept him What would Bessie say ? And wbat wonld become of her and Bessie ? Was it possible that they might have to go and live in the. cottage, and Mrs. Hadley and ber daughter occupy this elegant man- sion ? These thoughts gave Mrs. Bradley great un- easiness. Tessie seemed determined to assert her- self as mistress of the house. Should she tell her about her mother and Uncle Joe? Yes, she'd tell her that very day. It would prove that he had not told the truth when he said that be had not spoken of love or marriage before to anyone but this Millie —whoever she might be. But she would have to tell it very quietly after she had led up to the subject naturally, without allowing her to suspect that she and Uncle Joe had been over- heard. It would never do to antagonise this young girl since she had accepted Mr. Dilson, and might not be inclined to give him up under any circumstances. If she should persist in carrying out this absurd engage- ment it would be wise to keep on friendly terms with her. "Teemie," she called out, when she saw her in the garden again, I'm all alone this afternoon; come and sit with me awhile." Tsssie wondered what was going to happen. Never before had she received an invitation to spend an hour in Mrs. Bradley's company. She called on I Bessie cnce in a while but was never very cordially treated by the mother, who was at all times coolly civil to the Hadleys. The girls had been schoolmates; and more than once Tessie had helped Bessie with her lessons. Music, which was like an open book to one, was the greatest drudgery to the other, and Tessie had often, when Bessie was doing badly at her practising, slipped in and set her right. This was very distaste- ful to Mrs. Bradley, who thought that one of Prof. Gluck's pupils ought to know more than a girl who only took a lesson occasionally from Miss Murchison. But to-day she resolved to be very amiable towards the young person who was about to supplant her in her home, and who, unless it could be prevented, would be her aunt. The idea made her laugh as well as cringe.and she was still smiling when she motioned Tessie to take the easiest rocker. She began by making inquiries about the Univei;- Bity, and congratulating Tessie on being a junior. Are you going to graduate, Tessie ?" "1 think not, Mrs. Bradley. I did not enter with the expectation of remaining more than two years." That seems a pity. I wish Bessie had cared to go to college, but she showed no inclination for it, and I did not like to insist." Her listener was amused. Poor Bessie had barely been able to pass through the High School. "When do you expect her home, Mrs. Bradley?" Not for a week or two. She writes that she is having such a pleasant visit, and meeting so many nice people. I only hope," continued Mrs. Bradley, with a sigh, "that she will not cotue home and announce that she is engaged to be married, as Htie Miller did. She is too young. She's not quite a year older than you, is she, Tessie ? That's too young to be having love affairs." Tessie neither blushed nor looked conscious she smiled and remarked that she miseed Bessie very much. But Mrs. Bradley was not to be diverted from the subjects of love and matrimony. As I was saying, Tessie, dear Bessie is too young. But I daresay she doesn't think so. I suppose you consider yourself old enough to become engaged, but it's a great mistake, Tessie, for a girl to marry too young. Just as it is to marry too late in life. There's my Uncle Joseph, for instance, I think it would oejjreat folly for him to marry at his age." Oh, do you think so?" said Tessie, with a start. I hope not—that is—I, well, I nerer thought of Mr. Dilson as being so very old. Why, Tessie, tie's nearly 50—:a great deal too old to marry,' in my opinion. It would be a great risk for anyone, especially a young girl, to marry him, he is so set. in his ways. Old bachelors always are; they never make allowances as men do -who marry young. Tessie began to look troubled, and tried to utter a disclaimer but her companion waived it aside and went on with her dissertation. But, I dare say he is just silly enough to think of getting married the idea seems to possess him once in a while. I remember about four years ago-but I don't suppose I ought to say anything about it, especially to you." Oh, please tell me, Mrs. Bradley. I can't think what you mean; but you must tell me," Tessie pleaded, pale and trembling. \Yell, perhaps, it won't do no harm; but you must promise never to mention it to anybody-: not even to your mother. And you must never, never tell Mr. Dilson, or let him know that I ever mentioned the matter." I'll promise anything you ask if you'll only tell me what you mean." Your mother may have told you already. Uncle Joe proposed to her about four years ago." To mamma! Surely you are mistaken!' No, Teesie, I can't be. I had fallen asleep in the hammock, and when I woke up I heard your mother say, I No, Mr. Dilson, I cannot consent. It would only be the means of separating my child from me in the end.' 11 Tessie would be cared for like my own daughter,' urged Uncle, 'I assure you.' I fully appreciate all that you would do for her, Mr. Dilson," replied your mother, but I can give you no other answer.' Just then Bessie made a mistake in a new song Prof. Qluck had given her; and you came under the window and sahg it correctly. You did it beautifully, I must admit. Listen said Uncle, I'd like to be able to make the most'of that talent, and I'd do so, if you'd ionly give me the opportunity, but your mother Was not to be persuaded." "Mr. Dilson makfc love to mamma! I can't realise such a thing! 1 thought he might be tr «8t^'ere was no harm in it, was there ? There wasn't much love making about it, either, as far as I could see. It was more like a business proposal. He didn't talk a lot of sentiment, a* he might to a young girl. Many a womfin situated as your mother was would have jumped at the chance of marrying a rich. man. But she let her love for you come between her and such good fortune. I couldn't quite understand it, for she could have given you splendid advantages with all the money Uncle Joe has. I wonder she didn't accept him without a moment's hesitation." I'm so glad she did it I But I'm very sorry to know that he ever proposed to her I" Mrs. Bradley wondered whether the tears in Tessie's eyes were caused by mortification or wounded affect.ion. Why, what makes you sorry, Tessie ?" Oh, I can't tell you but I would rather have thought that he had been more constant to his first love Millie that Bessie told me about once. Oh, he pretends to have been a model of con- Btancy." Mrs. Bradley was playing fof high stakes, and she determined on a bold strode. I happen to know that when he proposes to a lady nowadays ha always tells her that he has never made love to any- one since the days of his youth. Must you go ? ifB not time for your mother yet, is it Mind, not a word of this iB to b6 repeated. I have told it to you in the strictest confidence." Poor Tessip, with the weight of two secrets oa her mrad, failed to greet her mother as cheerfully as usual. ) Mrs. Hadley could not imagine wbat had wrought such At change in a few houre, What bad tome evei bright, affectionate, open-hearted Tessie ? (To be continued.)

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