Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-07-11

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Az nNcLIsH STORY.
Mr.. VINEYARDS WARD.
BY HoLME LIE.
AUTHOR OF SYLVAN HoLr's DAUGHTER"
CHAPTER I.-continued.


Here Sir Andrew felt or fancied himself moi
so well as he ought to be, and after three
days rest he took passage for his party from
Marseilles to Leghorn, for Florence. In the
beautiful Tuscan city he was better, and bet
ter amused. He found there some English
acquaintance ofhis own kind-hard-
prosy people, travelling for health of brain
and body, like himself Pennie was also
well contested. It had been the desire of
her heart to see Italy--but then she desired
to see 1t in certain company. She, however,
consoled herself with tho hope that she
might some day revisit it--and meantime
she took her pleasure as II came.
Lady Goodwin had been twice before on
this well-gleaned track of tourists, and so it
came to pass that Pennie wandered often,
with no other companion than her maid,
through the dim splendour of the churches,
and amongst the priceless gems of art in the
palaces and galleries. Returning from one
of these solitary expeditions towards dusk,
about week after their arrival in Florence
she found the entrance of the hotel In some
disturbance. Two strangers had just dis
mouptsd in the courtyard. and wanted rooms.
The host declared that the inn was full. To
this the stoutsr of the newcomers replied,
shortly, "Bosh !" and Pennie recognized
Captain Bingham-the propounder, to the
inquiring Frenchman at the embassy ball, of
the very loyal opinion that all little English
girls were worth more than their weight in
gold. His companion was younger, very
Tudds Of hair and complexion, of giraffe
like tallness, and of military air and gait.
Pennie made her way mp stairs, and lost
sight and hearing of the wrangle.
The little party was sitting at dinner
In quiet state about two hours later, when
the door opened, and in marched the slim,
aorid stranger. "You here, George! !" cried
Lady Goodwin, who faced the entrance.
"Just come. Two months leave. An
drew, old fellow, how dye do9 This is bet
ter luck than expected"
sir Andrew gave his young brother cor
dial shake Of the hand, commanded back
the soup, and made him sit down. "Bet-
ter luck than expected, either, George"
said he. There was rapid passage of ques-
tion and answer for few minutes, and La
dy Goodwin asked her brother-in-law If he
remembered Penelope Croft, adding that she
thought they have met at BrackenAeld.
"If remember her! she gave me good
cause. Happy to see you again, Miss PEN
ME that is, if you have given up pulling
hair" was the amazing reply. Pennie, who
had recognized him the moment he entered
the room without his hat, replied demurely
that she had-except under the same clrcum-
stances Of provocation.
"Did she ever pull yours, George /
hope you punished her. said Sir Andrew,
enjoying the joke.
Didn't II Ask herr under the mistletoe.
Do they have mistletoe at Brackenfield still9"
"At Christmas oh yes That old Gus
tom will see this generation out, and many
another"
II should like to 60 there again. An
drew, VIC are safe to have war in the spring;
there is nothing else talked of in London.
we shall go out, Of course. What maun-
dering old fogies the Government are, to let
the Gar get so much start of us. That fleet
h Sebastopol means more mischief-and the
men he is sending southi"
you Guards and Grenadiers will be enough
Tor them," replied Sir Andrew, soberly.
Queer start of the Quakers, wasn't 1t !?
travelling off to Petersburg to preach peace
to old Nick"
II am sure I wish they had succeeded, :"
'aid Lady Goodwin, with sigh. "War is
dreadful thing" She remembered her
younger brother, dead in India, and all the
horrors ofthat desperate retreat from Cabool
IN which he perished with thousands of
men besides, as brave and as good as he
rerished in lost expedition-not even with
me halo of glory. Sir Andrew knew whittier
nis wife's thoughts had flown, and changed
Tue conversation. Who was in Florence,
whence they came, how long they were GO
ing to stay, and so forth.
George Goodwin talked fast and fluently.
with now and then sort of half-shy curb
upon him. A most impressionable Young
man he was-very young, good-natured,
honorable, and brave. The chapter of his
love-fancies was long and varied, and before
Inc evening was spent, by the natural laws
Of human attraction, the lean, red-headed
grenadier had fallen into captivity to little
hut-brown Pennie, whose dark head reach
ea up scarcely to his elbow. The first re-
suit was shame that he had reverted to his
disasters Of former years, and dreaded lest
nemight have frightened or affronted her by
recalling her vixenish exploit.
She is very clever, isn't she ?" he asked
us sster-in-law confidentially, when Pennie
"au retired. "She looks as wise as"-he
was going to say as an o,Ol, but he recol-
Nc'ed in time that the bird was not compli.
,ueh'ary, viewed in the light of compari-
Son.
-a'y Goodwin gave her charge good
Aafac'er for sense, discretion, amiability,
a companionableness and while dilatinp
~ her merits, there suddenly flashed into
~, NJ, own mind thought of what nice
ing It would be If George, who was reall,
r.S rsooa' kind, upright fellow-in fact, sh,
na..a sn in.o a speculation on the propriety ant
nj" r,I'soiiity Of engaging those two young peo
NV ws,, ~ 'he holy bands of matrimony. She
",,' %Suia have fulfilled her mission in Pennie
iSainpse Of the world, if she did not succeed
ans saeaching her affections from Mr.. Tindal
,hs. "nat means more likely to be effectiv
,,,4 au bringing her within range of counte
bD, ba'ionf 1t would not only be justifiable
win %a positively laudable act. Lady Good
in ,e went to her pillow with a new interes
vss. s' The seriousness of 1t did not pre
trs.. s aer laughing inwardly at the queer cor
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