Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-07-04
Mr.. VINEYARDS WARD.
By HoLME LEE.
AUTHOR OF SYLVAN HoIr's DAUGHTER.
PART II.
CHAPTER T..

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dal at Mayield garden door. There was o
long probation before her, which found her
girl, and made her woman. She moped
at first, and her friends were universally OF
opinion that the time was come to give her
glimpse of the world
si'' Get her away from Eastwood, and let
her have bit of touring and pleasuring," j"
said her mother. La! bless you shut a
lass up, and she'll eat her heart out, but she'll
fall in love with somebody"
In finer phrase Mrs Wynward expressed
the same presentiment. So also did the
Dame at Brackenfield, and the Danes mar
ried daughters. Even Millicent Forester,
who knew Pennie best, was inclined to
think Pen might forget her girlish idyll,
when she was a year or two wiser in the
worlds wisdom. At all events, let her have
leisure for second thoughts, the opportunity
of wider choice; no fear that with her for
tune, notwithstanding her plain face, but
she would have suitors enough.
But who was to take charge of her? Who
was to give her her glimpse of the world ?
Mrs. Wynyard had too many ties at home.
Mrs. Croft had no entree in polite society.
Pennie got dreadfully impatient when she
heard herself and her prospects, day after
day under discussion. For full fortnight
she was bent on leading nuns life, until
she and her lover could be happily reunited,
beyond the power of stony-hearted guardi-
ans to separate them any more-for whole
fortnight, the longest in her life during which
no whisper of MIR. Tindal reached her. At
the end of those fourteen weary days came
two letters; her mothers periodical gossip,
in which the Abbey was casually mentioned
as being left to itself; and kind epistle
from Lady Goodwin, who wrote to say that
she and Sir Andrew were going abroad in
September for Sir Andrews health, and that
if Pennie were pleased to travel in their
company, they should be happy to afford
her their escort.
Pennie could not have believed there was
spring .enough left in her heavy heart to
make such a bound as it made at this reading.
She coloured unconsciously; and Mrs. Wyn-
yard, under whose confederation the pro
posal had been brought, in long previous
correspondence with her sister, was at no
loss to interpret these signs Of emotion.
Pennie handed her the letter. She perused
it, and then said" Well, Pennie, what do
think Of iii | think you cannot do better
than accept Lady Goodwins offerP ell
Penpie was clearly of the same opinion,
but she had a little struggle with her incn-
nation. Was 1t faithful to give up being
miserable ? Whether it was faithful or not,
something within her protested that it would
soon be physical impossibility to remain
so. She ate well, she slept well, she had
her health in perfection -prosaic facts to re-
cord of young woman in her bereaved
condition; but youth be her excuse, and
youthful confidence in her life all coming
right by-and-by. ..3 5s.E
1t was settled, of course, that Pennie
should go abroad. Sir And.ew Goodwin,
worthy man, grumbled little. He didn't
see why they should cucumber themselves
with the responsibility of an heiress. "We
shall have pack of foreign fortune-hunters
after her--that is where it will be-" he told
his wife.
| "Who need know that she has afortune?'
replied she, and pacifed her fears.
There were yet some weeks to elapse be-
| fore Pennie set forth to see the world. She
contrived to pass them not unhappily. She
had quite made up her mind. "lfj we botl
live, as soon as am free, I know what
shall do;" and once thus resolved, presen
times and things came easier to her. Or, i
sorrowful reminiscence and anticipation GO
now and then the better Of her philosophy
she ordered out her pony, enjoyed cantei
over the airy, blossomy moor, and came bacl
refreshed in heart and hope. Pennie was
in fact, herself again.
There were rumors of war in the worlt
at this time; Russians and Turks fightin,
on the Danube-battle of Oltenitza, massa
ere of Sinope, on the old, immemorial pat
tern Of war; English and French fleet
sailing round to Sebastopol, and blockadinl
Russia in her Black Sea fortress, to know
the reason why.
1t was lovely September afternoon whel
the Goodwins and Pennie crossed from
Folkestone to Boulogne-a mere pleasur
trip. Sir Andrew had his Times, owe
which he fell into conversation with tall
ancient parsonage, white-bearded and sol
dierly. The probability of England enter
ing into the quarrel was their topic. Penni
heard their talk without much needing il
Peace and war-they were only sounds t.
her, echoes of pages in school-books, I'm
real, unrealized. She had not yet committe
/ herself to daily perusal of newspapers
! She knew nothing of the evils and sins, an
miseries and tragedies, that are in the world
except by deduction from the one TRACED
. that influenced her own life. Therefor
when the white-bearded gentleman said t
Sir Andrew uthoritatiyely-" We shall Gel
tainly have war; we MUST have war; an
,, not little war either" the words drifted b
her ears with the very slightest Significance
II A sentence in the next letter she receive
from her mother put meaning into then
, Mrs. Croft wrote" The Abbey is likely
! be left to itself long while. The mast,
9 is gone to the East. They say here that
has volunteered to help the Turks, who ha,
# been getting up quarrel with the Christian
But surely he could never be such heatht
/ as that. A Turk is Turk, and knows /
= better, poor creature; but Mr.. Tindall W
y taught at school and church, and his moth
) was pious woman as ever stepped.
y what hear is true, shall begin to thir
t. worse of him than ever I thought yet. Al
e l hope you are getting him out of yo
Of head" 5.t N7
Ct Pennie was doing anything but getti
ID him out of her head. When they reach
Paris, her first expedition was to Hachette