LITERATURE.

Globe, Volume IX, Issue 1344, 5 June 1878, Page 3

LITERATURE.

FROM JQY TO SORROW. [‘‘Danbury News.”] ( Continued.) Chapter IY. Early in the morning I go to see Fanny Barrow. ‘ Come to my room,’ she says, after kissing me, and telling me how glad she is that I hnve come ; ‘ I want to give you your present. You have a bright face, and the coral will be very becoming. I (old my brother Basil to get a kind more pink than red, and he has succeeded admirably. Now, if it had been for me he would have brought the very kind I would not admire. That is the way of brothers, you know. However, it is for Vivian Derrick, and of course the desired article.’ It is a pretty gift. I clasp it around my neck, and Fanny clasps her hands gleefully at the effect. ‘lt is beautiful! ’ she cries, 4 and suits you charmingly, as I expected it would.’ I take dinner with my friend, and late in the afternoon set out for home. The next day I am dispatched to Leigh on an errand for Uncle Seth. Igo most willingly, for after having executed the errand I am at liberty to do at I please. As Igo along the road I deferrable to visit the church yard. It is just a week ago that 1 went there, and met Mr Griffith. Only a week ! It p.cprnu an ago to me. I find somebody in the secluded corner behind the church. It is Mr Griffith ! How surprised and glad I am. I stand still, and do not take his outstretched hands. ‘ Will you not greet me ?’ he asks, wistfully. I shake me head, and take my usual seat on ( Betsoy Bennett's’ grave-stone. ‘Why will you not greet me? Are you displeased with me ?’ ‘Where have you been since Sunday? Have you succeeded, in forgetting us ?’

‘I have been in the White Angel trying to learn a difficult lesson. I have not forgotten you.’ ‘ What is the lesson ? Can I assist you in acquiring it?’

For a full minute he does not speak, then he looks into my face, with a light in his eyes which I cannot fathom, and simply says—‘l am in love!’

My breath almost leaves me at the information, but with a mighty effort I say.in my lightest tones—‘ln love again, Mr Griffith! Who is the lady this time ?’ ‘ Quess! ’ ‘ I cannot! ’

* The lady’s name is Vivian Derrick !’ * I am astonished to hear it,’ I say so low I fear ho docs not hear me speak. ‘ You have only known me a week, I think.’ * Three weeks! I have seen you many a time, and loved you before I knew you.’ ‘ Your love is very light. A month ago you were sighing at a lady’s feet in London, and now you are at mine. Can I believe you ? Are you to be trusted ? Will you not love some one else next week ? ’

Do not torment me! I love you as I have loved no woman. Life to me would be most miserable without you. I want you always at my side. Can you not love me ? Can you not love in a week ? ’

‘No; I require fully twelve months! And’—he is so pained that I say out of sheer pity, of course— ‘ Mr Griffith, do you want such a silly, good-for-nothing girl as I to love you ? ’

‘ Oh, yes ! ’ ‘ Well, lam afraid Ido love you just a little, despite the shortness of our acquaintance.’

Before he can express his joy I am off. After I have gone some distance I stand and look round. Mr Griffith is in my wake. I wait for him. I will not run away. Ai he reaches me I alter my mind, and dash ahead of him, a long trail of dust floating behind me. As I fly along the sweet morning breeze faintly wafts his cry to me—

* Wait, Vivian, wait! ’

Aunt Leah hears the quick patter of my feet coming up the narrow path of our front garden, and runs out to meet me.

* What is the matter, girl ?’ she] demands, excitedly. ‘ Mr Griffith is coming, that is all.’ And with that I push by her, and race upstairs to my room, where I sink upon the floor near the open casement. I bow my head on the edge of it, and vainly strive to still the wild pulsation of my heart. ‘ Vivian, come to me!’

That is Uncle Seth calling. I rise slowly and quit my room, but pause for a few seconds at the head of the dark, winding staircase. ‘Amlto be lectured ?’ I wonder as I descend. Igo to the parlor. There I find my worth uncle and my lover seated amicably together upon the little horse-hair sofa.

* Como here, niece,’ says Uncle Seth; ‘ sit by me. This gentleman has told me what he told you in the churchyard. I am very much astonished. What hare you to say r I became embarrassed. *Do you like him?’ proceeds my relative, giving me time to compose myself. ‘Do I like him ?’ I exclaim, taking a step forward. * Oh, yes, a little!’ ‘ Is that ‘ little’ love, niece Vivian ?’ 1 Yes, if you wish to call it by so sweet a name, Uncle Seth.’

Mr Griffith springs to his feet, hi* grand eyes are literally ablaze with joy. My uncle motions him back to his seat.

‘ I congratulate you both,’ dear old Uncle Seth says, ‘ but I am afraid you two are somewhat premature in loving. Now, niece, Mr Griffith before speaking to you telegraphed his mother about his love for you. She is perfectly willing that he should marry. She has written him a most kind letter asking you to come to Inglewild and pay her a visit. She desires to know you. Will you go?’

‘Go to Inglewild!’ I ejaculate in my supreme amazement. ‘ Ah, yes, I should like to go to Inglewild if you will permit me.’ ‘I am willing, girl. I shall take you there to-morrow afternoon if you can prepare yourself in that time. Inglewild is in Kent, and I have been wishing ,to see some of my friends who live there. I will go with you. Mr Griffith returns to London. You will not see him at Inglewild, unless you wish it. You can go now.’ ‘ Mr Derrick, may I not go with her ? ’ ‘Of course, my boy! Go, and talk as much nonsense as you choose. I will seek my wife, and tell her of the wonders of the last few hours.’

Chapter V. Aunt Leah would not consent to go to tho station to see me off, so we have a pathetic little scene on our front porch. ‘ This is farewell for ever,’ she says, kissing me passionately ; ‘ for I know you will never come back to Leigh. Don’t forget me, my child. Good-bye! ’ Uncle Seth laughs at me, and helps me up to ray seat in the dog-cart Mr Griffith has bought for our conveyance. In a moment I have seen the last of my home and Aunt Leah, a sharp bend in the road shutting out all signs of the place where I have lived my quiet life. At the station Mr Griffith bids us adieu. He must remain in Leigh until six o’clock, when there is a train to London. I would not consent to his accompanying us to Inglewild. Our parting is outwardly most prosaic ; w r e shake hands, and speak our farewells with our eyes. Long after I have (seen the last of him 1 sit at the coupe window and think of him. We arrive at T as the night shades begin to fall. A coachman comes forward as wo descend from the train and inquires if we are Mr and Miss Derrick. We say we are, and he ushers us through tho station and the bustling crowd to an elegant brougham. Uncle Seth hands me in, and then follows himself. Nob much can I see of the town of T , save long, regular streets and long row's of bright lights. We drive some distance and then we enter an immense iron gateway, and are bowling along a smooth road bordered on either side by rows of dense trees. ‘ This is Inglewild,’ says my uncle.

I lean my hand out of the window and gaze eagerly around, but all I canfsee is the smooth road winding snakelike t hrough the trees, the dim outlines of a picturesque lodge, and hero and there, where the trees are not very dense, I catch glimpses of the shimmer of a lake. It is a long drive. Just as I begin to think it will not end the brougham rolls into an open space of gay garden land, and I see a handsome, rambling red-brick manor. {To he continued )