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pen os! 7 ‘Ge 3%. Me s/ 13 Dick Derwent Plots. * Se, ad. yee *, hb ceased, but the wind blew a gale, and the black ‘cloud 1d: ae cua dec a | wildly ‘before it over the stormy ‘sky. ¥ Ss a) <: i “A nasty night!” the young man muttered—“cold 2 é raw and bleak for my dear girl to venture out. Bu he pl won’t fail, bless her dear little fearless heart! She’s agreat deal too fond of ‘yellow-covered literature’ for that. I wis et she were too fond of poor Dick Derwent also! But that’s too ve good to hope for.” et ee His whistle ended in a a lugubrious sigh, aia his cheery face Sats clouded alittle. i ue, | “Will she ever like me, I wonder, as’ I Tike her? Will it ESE go on like this forever—I madly in love with her, she fond — ee, of ‘dear old Dick’ as she might be fond of some big, faithful — Newfoundland dog? Will my secret burst out sooner or later, _ and frighten the dear little innocent girl out of her senses? Tm no match for the adopted daughter of the rich old miser. _ I suppose she'll be an heiress ‘when he dies, and Dick ‘Der- ee went’s cake will be dough. She’s in love with the Corsair, Ernest Maltravers and a dozen other heroes of that ilk, and the sub-editor of the Rockledge Weekly News might as well os love some ‘bright particular star,’ ete., as the prospective — heiress of old Peter Fisher. It’s destiny, I suppose,” con- f es cluded Mr. Dick Derwent, with a second Jong-drawn. sigh, “but it’s doosidly hard. 5 peta, He strode along in gloomy meditation for the sei atnder eas of the way, and gloom was an element altogether foreign to Dick Derwent’s good-humored face. But he was in love— __ “ hopelessly, helplessly in love—and sorele the megrims is the : ss A normal state of hopeless lovers. pe He was in love with Estella Mallory,_t this vQuebak ab editor of the Rockledge News, on whose boyish chin the : : down was still tender, and to him the glorious sun shone on aS oe nothing half so lovely as the pale, slender girl of sixteen, with — the wonderful hazel eyes and hair. He was in love with the ~ pretty Estella, and he kept his secret, and let concealment — prey on his damask cheek; and he brought her flowers and — a fruit and cheap jewelry, and unwholesome confectionery, and | more unwholesome novels, by the wholesale, and was her — eh ee escort to the few places of amusement she was permitted to. a attend, and was her most intimate friend on earth. " But she was not in love with him—not the least. pit? Ho ta was always “dear old Dick,” and she was very fond of him, and he knew it, and that very frank fondness plunged pir. into the deepest abyss of despair. en: “She was waiting for a modern Count Lara,” gk De 3 et went thought, moodily, “a second Eugene Aram, a mag nif ig cent creature with black whiskers and a pale face, ¢ ind a a murder or two on his mind. That’s the worst rf ds” ooks, eo a he oc) age 2 a * a. ae, 30 " i ee ee ea ~ ar 4, aa we i