Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-07-09
hat there boy s expression-''you'rej jok.

begging your pardon, sir, says
Cobbs, ',there really is Love Lane
And pleasant walk it is, and proud
shall 1 be to show it 10 yourself and Mrs.
Harry Walmers Junior
"Norah, DEAR" said Master Harry,
"lhis is curious. We really ought to
see Love Lane. Put on your bonnet,
my sweetest darling, and we will go
there with Cobbs."
Boots leaves me to judge what beast
he felt himself to be, when that young
pair told him, as they all three logged
along together, that they had made up
their minds to give him two thousand
guineas year as head gardener, on ac
count of his being so true friend TO 'em.
Boots could have wished at the moment
that the earth would have opened and
swallowed him up; he felt so mean, with
their beamipg eyes looking at him,
and believing him. Well, sir, he turn
ed the conversation as well as he could,
and took 'em down Love Lane to the wa
ter meadows, and there Master Harry
would have drowned himself in half a
moment more, a getting out a water lily
for her-but nothing daunted that boy
Well, sir, they was tired out. All be-
ing so new and strange to 'em, they was
tired as tired could be. And they laid
down on bank of daisies, ike the chill.
dren in the wood, leastways meadows,
and fell asleep.
Boots don't know-perhaps l do-but
never mind, it don't signify either way
why it made a man fit to make fool of
himself, to see them two pretty babies
laing there in the clear still sunny day,
not dreaming half so hard when they
was asleep, as they done when they was
awake. But, Lord! when you come to
think of yourself, you know, and what
game you have been up to ever since
you was in your cradle, and what poor
SOFT of chap you are, and how it's al
ways either Yesterday with you, or else
Tomorrow, and never To-day, that's
where it is!
Well, sii, they wJke up at last, and
then one thing was getting pretty clear
to Boots: namely, that Mrs. Harry Wal
merS Juniors temper was on the move.
When Master Harry took her round the
waist she said he "teased her so;" and
when he says. "NOrah, my young May
Moon, your Harry tease you?" she tells
him, "Yes; and 1 want to go home!"
A billed fowl, and baked bread and
butter pudding, brought Mrs. Walmers
up little; but Boots could have wished,
he must privately own TO me, to have
seen her more sensible of the voice of
love, and less abandoning of herself to
currents. However, Master Harry he
kept up, and his noble heart was as fond
as ever. Mrs. Walmers turned very
sleepy about dusk and began to cry
Therefore, Mrs. Walmers went off to bed
as per yesterday; and Master Harry ditto
About eleven or twelve at night, comes
back the Governor in a chaise, along
with Mr.. Walmers and an elderly lady.
Mr.. Walmers looks amused and very Sc
rious, both at once, and says TO our miss
es, "We are much indebted 10 you,
ma'am, for your kind care of our little
which we can never sufficiently
acknowledge. Pray ma'am, where is
my boy?" Our misses says, "CObbs
has tie dear child in charge, sir. Cobbs,
show Forty!" Then, he says 10 Cobbs,
'Ah Cobbs! am glad to see you. Iun-
lerstood you was here!" And Cobbs
says, "Yes, sir. Your most obedient,
,ir."
may BE- surprised TO hear Boots say
t, perhaps; but, Boots assures me that
lis heart beat like hammer, going up
stairs. 81 beg your pardon, sir" says
le, while unlocking the door; Il hope
Tou are not angry with Master Harry.
For Master Harry is fine boy sir, and
will do you credit and honor" And
Boots signifies to me, that if the fine boys
'ather had contradicted him in the dar-
ng state of mind in which he then was,
he thinks he should have ''fetched him
crack" and taken the consequences.
But Mr.. Walmers only says, "No,
Cobbs. No, my good fellow. Thank
ycur' And, the door being opened,
goes in.
Boots goes in too, holding the light,
md he sees Mr.. Walmers go up 10 the
bedside, bend gently down. and kiss the
title sleeping face. Then, he stands
ooking at it for a minute, looking won
lerfully ike it (they do say he ran away
With Mrs. Walmers; J and then he gently
shakes the little shoulder.
Harry, my dear boy! Harry!
Master Harry starts up and looks at
him. Looks at Cobbs too. Such is the
honour of that mite, that he looks at
Jobbs, to see whether he has brought
him into trouble.
al am not angry, my child. l only
want you to dress yourself, and come
home"
eyes Pa