|Newspaper Title||Eastern Districts Chronicle (York, WA : 1877 - 1927)|
|Trove Title||Maoriland Ho! Nature's Enchanting Wonder Isle. A Weird and Entrancing Romance|
A Weird and Entrancing
BY JLTHA WESTBVRR.
14 Nita Barry and Fenton loved each 'other dearly, any one could see that,' concludud Grace Weldon, "It will beau excellent match, toy dear. Mv Howe is of good family-the son of a baronet, J hear, and will some day have monoy ; and aa for tny aunt's protege, she is one of the sweetest pirlB in existence, and bo you will acknowledge, Hilda, when you become acijuaintnd with lier."
" What was tliis Mr Vane like !" en quired Hilda, during a pauso. " You have given uio-a vivid photograph of nil the rest, but you have anid nothing about this gentleman."
A soft blush mantled Gracc Weldon'a fair face. "Iscarcoly know," she said, . in a subdued tonu. 41 He was tall and
fair, with a handsome beard and melan choly eyes."
" No," responded Grace, with her blush deepening to rosy rod. " No, dear Hilda. . Temple Vane seemed a man aViUt whom lin one would pause to ask if he teas dark or fair, tall or short, hand some or plain. There was a power of attraction outreachiug personal graces or dcfects in the man when lie spoke to you, which swallowed up the idea of super fluous criticism. A giant in resolution, cpurugc, and honesty-a woman in ten derness, sympathy, and patience. A
man of won who "
Hilda burst out into a Bilvery peal of laughter at this sudden rhapsodical out burst on the part of liur sliy cjmpnuion. Then noting tlie look of pain which gave place to the blush, General Ashfoid's daughter drew tlieiovely face towards her own. and, looking down into the depths of the innocent eyes said,
" Darling, you have fallen in love with this knight errant whom nobody knows."
Grace did not reply, but there came into her gaze a far oil look, which showed her tliouglitR at that precise momont were not at Piuefalis. " 1 do not know by what strange and subtle channels we mortals are attracted or r3pulsed," she said, presently. "Two people, strangers, meet, and take a positive dislike to each other ere half a dozen words have been spoken on either aide-nay, a mere shake of the hand -will cause betimes a thrill of foar. or-or love. I know not who Tem ple Vauo may be. He seemed to me both proud, and reserved, yet there was in his every look and word that which pro claimed liipi man, and stamped hiin with the liability which letters patent cannot
" Dear Grace, it is wetl your Knight of Mystery has departed."
" Perhaps," responded Grace, looking slyly up at her friend. " But if bo came back again atid asked me ,to be his wife, I would-"
. " Answer-no," put in Hilda, with a
"You are mistaken. My answer would be "yes."
The two ladies were here interrupted by the approach of the Maori Teranga. u Miss Grace, Major Weldon wauts to kno'w ir this book belongs to you," he said, holding Temple Vane'e diary to wards her. I took it out of the gentle man's room, who left the other day, thinking it was the station day book."
Grace Weldon gliinces at the folio care lessly. Take it to my room ; I'll look at it iiyo and bye," she says, and Teranga obeys.