Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-05-23

AN ENGLISH STORY.
MR.. VINEYARDS WARD.
BY HoLME LEE.
AUTHOR OF "sYLvAN HoIT's DAUGHTER"
CHAPTER vi.
A THORN AND FLOWER PIECE.

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last, towards recovery. He had made him.
self very much at home in Mrs. Croft's best
parlour, like man accustomed to frequent
change of quarters. Its pretty pale chintz
furniture was none the fresher for his seven
weeks occupancy, and none the sweeter for
his convalcscent pipes. He was not do
cile patient, and the consequence had been
bad bout of fever, and hospital nurse
from Norminster, who frightened him into
good behaviour, and brought him round
She had departed again now, and he was
left mostly to Pennies care, which also must
shortly cease; for the wedding at Bracken-
field was drawing nigh, and she would have
to go. He really might have gone himself
a week ago, and DR.. Grey had suggested q
removal; but Mr. Tindal then began 10 pro-
fess concern for the stability of his cure
which he had not previously shown, and the
result was that he stayed on.
twas now mid-April,a "a sunnybright morn
ing, and the parlour-window stood open to
let in the air. Mr. Tindal lay recumbent on
the sofa, cigar between his lips, idly watch
ing the lazy motion of the smoke as he puff
ed it away. Pennic was gone into the gar
den to gather few sweet voilets, white and
purple, to offer to her mothers guest-a
morning gift that she had been admitted to
do her part in waiting on him. He espied
her in the distance, STOPPING over the violet
beds, and raised himself a degree or two
that he might command her movements,
which he followed with as much interest as
II he were her lover. They had, in fact,
struck up cordial friendship, and Pennie
went and came about him with the quiet as
surance OF woman who knows that her
comings and goings are noted with satisfac-
tion. 1t was Pennie here, Pennie there;
want this,give me that ; read to me, sit where
| can see you, child, and SC forth and Pen
ME was all cheerful obedience. He had
ceased to think Of her as either plain OF.
queer: he only felt that she liked him, ,studi-
cd him, and was necessary to him. As for
Pennie, if tie present life could have gone
on for ever, she would not have wearied of
it. 57f.- - Its
by and by she turned towards the house,
walking slowly, and stopping now and then
to arrange her posey. Mr. Tindal called to
her: "Pennie ?" She looked up at the win
dow, and slept that way. II am brisker
this morning, Pennie, ever so much Grey
told me again yesterday that might 60
nome must liz
mere are your Vioiets' tossing MN
ngh.iy 'ne iragrah' tui', teo WIN green
siiA 'lieaa' iie cnush' ~ anu saio, az
'hat 'ne way she answered nm fennie
smiled little rueiuily. Her mother mad
peeh tireu OF her guest from INC pegihhing'
ana now most heartily wisned he wouia take
himseh on-it was Oh hiht from her tha'
the doctor nad twice spoken.
snail oia i'ierce pring inc orag ovcr ioi
me TINS afternoon fennie' since you 10 not
care.
am going pack TO Eas'woia myself OIL
MONDAY. IL was now Ihursaay
Come IN anu let us go on win our BOOK
we snail not hnlsh IL now, put we VIII hnisl
1t some day. FEMME moved away irom the
window,and presented herseii IN the parior'
"SI against the iight' chiid' What is tna'
pretty red-ieayed thing just coming out py
the glass! An American trailer-I though
SO.
Pcnnie took up their book, placed hersel
where she was told, and began to read. II
was an Italian story OF Manzonis, py means
OF which MIR. Tindal had undertaken to i'm
prove her accent. The passage was des
cription OF wild mountain scenery at sunset
She went through page or more without
interruption, and then, glancing off her bool
towards her master, said, ''You are not at
tending" He was gazing at her, neverthe
less, meditatively, through tho fumes of hi
cigar, and he heard ker voice, not her words
He asked why she did not go on, and sh'
proceeded, always aware that he was, as sh
said, "not attending" to her pronunciation
Presently she paused again, and Mr.. linda
emerged from his abstraction.
"It is not interesting to-day, is it /? Pu
1t by, and let us talk, said he. "You ar
sorry-I see you are, and so am l..
Yes. There were tears in Pennies eye
foolish tears 81 don't know why" sal,
! she, AID tried to laugh, and shake them away
$50 end all pleasant things! Come here
10 my child" He held out his hand to her ant
she gave her own, looking away out of th
= window to hide her face. Poor Pcnnie
at tears were not becoming to her, but sh
never thought Of that. Her heart was yer.
/" full; its pang quite as acute as that whicl
q wrings the bosom of fair women in the lik
case. She was young, and hardly compre
al hended her own distress. TWAS somethn
r. much more poignant than the parting pain
something sprung of odd mysterious word
r. heard here and there, whose in new sell
consciousness she had never dared to ask
ve She was feeling after 1t, when Mr.. Tindi