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TO-DAY'S SHORT STORY.] I "Only Bill." By E. EVERETT-CREEN. OCOPYRIGHT.) I "Mother dear, what does it matter? It's only Bill! and Gertrude tossed her pretty, olucy bead with the aire of a. spoilt young I beauty. "Yes, dear; but poor Bill can get us badly ¡ soaked as anybody else out in the rain; and tee is very down-hearted as it is. You did not break the news to him very kindly, either, ooneidenng what has passed between yoa in the old days!" "0. Mummy, I was such a silly little kid when I thought of Bill! And really I never promised anything; only he was always there to fetch and carry and make himself useful. Bat to compare him for one moment with! Algwnon-why, even Bill couldn't help see- ing that it was impossible!" Mrs. North sighed a little to herself. Ger- trude was her only daughter, and very dear to her; but she had been somewhat spoiled fcy her brothers and friends, for she was a Tather charming little lady, and exacted homage as a natural right. Her small flir- tations had begun in the nursery, where "Bill" had ranked as first favourite for long. He was the Squire's son, and was not "only Bill" in those days. But familiarity has a fashion of breeding contempt, and as Bill did not grow up dashing or enterprising, but was contenit to live on the land and look after the farm and the property first for his father, and then as its owner, Gertrude began to turn up her pretty nose at him; and though always ready to let him fetch and carry and act as her knight-errant or her slave when there was nobody better on hand, she made no bones of sending him to the right-about when she had more attrac- tive admirers a.bout her; for he was only Bill, and she could have him back at ahy time by just lifting a finger! But Miss Gerty liked adoration, and had often let Bill express himself in somewhat •mphatic terms. During the past winter, when she had been a little out of health and spirits, for the brothers had all been away, and the weather ex chill and dreary, Bill's daily visits, anA his offering of fruit and Sowers, sweetmeats, and books, had been wry welcome, and she had certainly acted in a fashion which had aroused his hopes. Then in the spring had come an invitation to London. Mother and daughter had spent three months there, Gerty had enjoyed a little success of her own, and had come home engaged to a certain Algernon Bell, a man who wrote poetry, had the reputation of being a genius, and possessed an income sufficient to maintain a wife in ease amd comfort. That very day he was coming down with a small party of friends to stay with them for & week-end visit Bill had come in to see Mrs. North and her daughter, and in a rather off-hand manner Gerty had displayed bar ring, and told the story of her engage- ment. Then sjhe had despatched Bill to the town to hurry up a dress tha.t she wanted to wear the next evening, when they gave a little party, and Bill was told that he must come to be introduced, and to watch her act with Algernon a little duologue, which he had written for drawing-room performers. He had gone uncomplainingly, through a downpour of summer rain, and Mrs. N-orth had seen him go with a little sigh. "It was not only as a little kid, my dear, that you encouraged Bill's hopes. He is a very kind, dear fellow. I only trust that Algernon will make you as good a husband!" Gertrude laughed and sped upstairs to put the finishing touches to a mass of white tulle and ohiffon which was to be her acting frock for to-morrow. She knew that she looked bewitching in it, and was determined that Bill should be there to witness her triumph. He had not been very keen about coming; but she had left him no choice. And when Bill once passed his word. he always kept it. That was one comfort about him. It was immensely exciting to have Algernon down to see her home. He was charm- intr the first evening, but slightly bored the next day when Gerty wanted to brave the elements and show him round. Between showers seemed delightful to her, for the sun shone and the raindrops glistened, and the thirsty flowers seemed to revel and glow before her eyes. She thought her poet would revel too, but he did not. It was a new experience to Miss Gerty to do what she disliked in order to pleaee and keep in good humour somebody else. However, the afternoon wore away. friends arrived for the dinner party-th,- largest one of the kind that 6erty remembered giving— her dFeae looked charming; Bill had sent the loveliest roses, and she meant to have a delightful evening, ending with a triumph when she and Algernon should give the drama.tio duologue. Dinner was a disappointment to her; for the eaperbly drossed American la4y sitting on Algernon's other side claimed acquaint- ance with him. having met him abroad, and the two talked together almost exclusively of people, places, and experiences of which Gerty knew nothing, and she felt more like an ignoraut little country mouse than ever in her life before. Bill sat opposite, and she began to wish she had not refuted to have him on her other øide. Onoe or twice she tossed him a little arch nod or smile, aDd she saw him flush up with pleasure as she did so, and found her- self saying more than once: "Though he is only Bill, poor dear fellow, he is quite nice-looking, and taller them any- body else in the room. I wish Algernon was a little taller. It is the only fault I have to find with him." Before the gentlemen joined the 1-adies after din-ner Gerty had slipped away to her room to make the necessary change of dress; for the dinner had been a long affair, and the hour was approaching for the little play to be given in the big library so rarely used now. Algernon had no change of dress to i makYening dress was the right thing for the piece. She found him awaiting her in the little study leading from the library, with a rather bored expression on his face. "What a time you have been, Gerty; the evening will be over before we've done. Your other gown would have done just as wll- what a mountain of frippery you have on now!" "Algy, dear, you gave me the picture to copy—you said it must be all billowy white and floating—lake this. You did, indeed!" Oh, well, come along, then. It'll do all right. And, for .goodness' sake, remember all the things I've told you, and don't smirk or flounce, but be dignified and appealing at one and the same time. Did you notice Miss Upton at dinner? That's a manner I should like you to imitate—perfection I call it." Whereupon Gerty instantly lost confidence in herself, and went on the stage feeling small and snubbed. She did her very utmoet to recover her assurance and do Algernon's piece credit; but she was almost sure by the way he acted and the look on his face that she was not succeeding. And the footlights dazzled her unaccustomed eyes. and her dress seemed unmanageable a.nd awkward—and how it happened nobody could tell; but as she made a sudden recoil and rush in the critical moment of the piece some floating end of drapery drove across am unguarded light, and the next moment a shriek of horror and terror went up from the whole eampainy, for Gerty was all one mass of fire. The girl's own shriek Tent the air; she made a despairing rush at her partner—"Algy —Algy—save me—help me!" Then in a moment she felt herself enveloped in the folds of some extingnichiing drapery. She was thrown upon the ground, she was half suffoested--ohoked, blinded, dazed, and terrified. For a moment the fire seemed burning her all over amd her shrieks fought for expression, even as she tried to fight the strong, enveloping arms which wrapped her round and rolled her to and fro. Then out of the darkness and suffocation a voice detached it&elf-whose voice was it? "All right, all right, Gerty; don't be frigh- tened. Lie still just a minute longer. You're all safe. It's over now. Just a moment. Tlreire-here we all are. A fine flare up you made for us. You poor little soul—are you much hurt?" Not Algernon; but only Bill! Her mother and some of the servants were crowding about her, and a. doctor who had been present at the time. No Algernon—she looked round in vain for him, and when she was carried off to bed, and her superficial burns dressed, so that the smart was quickly allayed, she heard how Algernon had been much upset, and had been invited by the Masons (whose guest Miss Upton was) to return with them, since the household was all in confusion. "And has he gone, mother?" "Yes, dear—he has gone. He will come and see you to-morrow." "And he ran away from me when I was on fire! Mother did I see wrong?—OT did he run?" "He ran away, dear; best Bill leaped over the footlights with the big window curtain f tha.t he had torn down nobody knows how in the time; and so the fire was pat out directly --thask God." Suddenly Gerty tore from her hand the diamond hoop she waa wearing-and flung it against the wall. "Write to Algernon and toll him not< to come. I don't want to see him ever again, mother. Tell him please! I hate him!" Next morning as Gerty lay on a couch in her little morning room, a knock came at the door. "Who's there?" "Only Bill," answered a dear familiar voice. He came in, one arm in a sling, the other holding a. mass of exquisite roses- Gerty, her own face like a rose, held out appealing I to him. +r,c, Bill, dear, d'ær BiU!oan you ever for- give me ? I have been such a little beaet to you?" His kindly honest face was all in a glow; he came and tock her in his arms and held her fast. She nestled against his faithful heart, and a great restful contentment filled her own. "Billy, you haven't said that yon forgive me yet?' "I don't know what I've to forgive, my dar- ling. "0 yes you do—don't pretend. All the horrid things I've said and done He put his hand upon her lips and then kissed them once more. /'I can't have my private property abused! besides, come to think of it, that's all right. It's only your affianced husband who, counts in the least; the other wretched creature whom you justly treated with contempt; well, he was—only Bill."

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