THE COLONEL'S DAUGHTER.

Bush Advocate, Issue 351, 9 August 1890, Page 4

THE COLONEL'S DA UGHTER.

j ChaM-ML | In a pretty little drawing-room, (jhscntinglyjffornishid with nick- : ideE/ lowers, pictures, books, scattered plentifully here and there, tiat, one fine morning in early summer, Anita Hethejdngton, busily engaged in writing a letter. The window of the pleasant little room she < iccupied looked out JQto a,, small. ijiigh road by a thick hedge of latiTdl^ahd'iibm'wtfieh ttn 4k.ensi^ Vibsr-wastibtftiti'di \»_ th«'' coiiniry I beyorid'th^Gtyßfcfti'PjtlacfeJ with the ffrdotldsntgnil gAr<s«YWl"bfaH»t;"giiy l esort in the immediate foreground, uhilst hi |h»»dißton«jji^i«| S rising ( ountry UboU cP>lae i \IM 'hfeiy l and indistinct with the morning mists « till hanging oveKOit. It, was a bretty, almost a beautiful view, and [ < 'ne^ggr rntyfh % <$$'! i_bßt ardent lover of scenery, could v i est with, pleasure. tl - ,{.,,,;;/ I MnM^Wfil>wMi!/did not deign to cast a glance at, the her eyes were fixed on her paper, HitdiheWi^ein^lidfldrsifv'iMyialoTy^ fuided by her alenftety jewelled nV f as if nothing beyond the writljog and sendingrpfF o£ her/ tetter ) It was finished at last, slipped into a large envelope which already contained a closely- written page, and despatched i.a Jbhe»^Qßti \then 1 Irs i.^eth«Sin^oM. thife# < lierseif iito an arm-chair, and her eyes wandered lisjilWßlj>> otter! the fair •view before her. though cert«njly)an (^jojc|a^l9oking > oman and ncr age might have been c ifficult to determine at first ikhk t. omotimes she looked almost 'chila--1 ke. with her wavy, soft, , golden lair and large blue eyes,.-n'elP*_le!i-ckte complexion and rosy, pouting lps; then a sudden .Expression t ould come into the baby face : the eVes would grow^tern^u^er their long, dark lashes (which sure'y owed something of their tint to art) ; the lines around tlie sniiling mouth would deepen and jiarden ; the sjnoth white fofe^He^ would be orofaned by curious wrinkles ; the rounded cheel??»i<w6tfld betray the suspicion of a hollow — the whole cbuntenance ( »voii^d be suddenly transformed, and Anita Hetherington, instea^ of, j appearing to be a of so'rno' "seventeen summers, woul,(J for an instant as80iSe 3 tKe' 9 a'p^earance of a woman of tiiirty. gafchrlinhexprdsio'ri^waß' '6n ''heri fi.ee now as she gazed out of the window, her tiqjrjfgftMji its^ wellrfittißg silk stocking and embroidered ipper tapping impatiently on the g round, and the fingers of her left hjmd. beating, a rhythmical .tattoo (To he continued.)