The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1875-09-07 00:00:00

CnArrem 11.

It was a most inviting-70;0-4-room, in a substantial
house, about a mile from a thriving market town. We
venture to poop in, after reminding our readers that a
period of twelve years has elapsed sines the orating narrated
In our last chapter. It is a summer's day—an early
summer's day, we might call it, before vegetation looked
scorched by the hot sun. The windows opened into the
well-kept garden. Two laditv were sitting in this taste-
fully arranged room, in one of them we recognise Mist
Selina Carey, looking very little older than when we last
saw her. The other is a young lady, with a thmightful,
beautiful looking countenance. She was dark, with dark
hair and 'ye.; small, and very graceful.
'Well, Amy, and what are you iso grave about
Selina asked.
"Harry Steward, Auntie."
"And what about hint, my dear / "
" I wish that he was not coining ; for I do not like him,
and I never shall."
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—..711,7Z11W;r7;nr, don't my that"
" How can I help It, Auntie! Such an ompty-headed
coxcomb ai he is, All he can say is ' Au! you don't say
so I" yea'and 'no.'"
"Well never min,!. my dear, we will make tho beAt of
it. And I know that my 'little one. will not forgot how
ahn spio to. have that pet term."
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"No auntie, Ido try to remember that lam • little
one; ; tut it ia hard when that harry Stewart ix in the
way; or, indeed, any of them. They always remind ine
In some way of their itomeasureable superiority over me.
And if you only lovingly remember my humble birth,
surely for your make, they might try not to annoy me. But
there, auntie. I au worrying you, and I cannot bear to do
that Forgive me, wotet you I lam so impulsive."
"Yes, my dear, you know I should freely, If there wa4
anything to forgive. But I have faith in you my love,
that you will not forget my teachings, and your own con-
vlctiona."

" The worst of it is auntie, If! snub him—as lam afraid
do—or go into sarcasm, he don't know it; so how can I
apologise to such a creature r
I don't wish you to do so, my dear. lint! cannot help
being amused at you," and the lady had a hearty fit of
laughing.
" What are you busy about now
" Making 7ilrs. Green's child's frock. It will help her,
Iwwides teaching coo. You know, auntie dear, that I want
to learn everything I can. I prepared the dinner to-day,
did pm enjoy it r
"sea, my dear. I very much oimmend you for learn.
ins all you can. Always do so • for whatever station
you may occupy, you will always find it useful. Not that
I think that you will ever require to understand cooking
for yourself, as, so far am we know,
_you never wilL Here
thee are at last." Enter Mr. and Mrs. Steward; with the
exception of looking a little older, they sewn in no wise
altered. Two young men enter behind them, evidently
to Miss Selina's and Ainy's surprise. After the greeting*.
Mrs. Steward introduced the latter of the young sums, as
"My son's dear friend., Mr. Sidney Groves," adding:—
"lie once saved harry 's life, by miming hint through a
fever, when is., one else would go near him I can never
feel grateful enoogh. We met his,, coming to MX, Harry,
as he wanted him to go for • little trip with hint ; but
knowing your kindly disposition, Selina, I was hold
enough to invite him bore with tis."
"Ansl I am most happy to see you, Mr. Groves, and hope
that you will find yourself comfortable. My niece, Miss
Amy Carey she glanced at Mrs. steward who hio
posely omitted the introduction : that lady coloured.
Mr. Groves noticed it and wondered. There was a marked
contrast between the two men. Harry so slight and short
while Sidney was tall and big; he had a frank open fare,
with blue eyes, and curly chestnut hair Ile looked
the picture of health. and seemeji lull of animal spirits.