Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-05-09

brace.
"Eh, Pennie, my, darling, bless thee !"
gasped the widow. "rhere now-easy,
easy, whoa, easy, l say" to the mare. ''Sit
down, Pennie. How dye do, Miss Anna ?
She's fresh easy, casy--she hasn't been out
of stable three or fower days. And how are
you, honey, and how are they all?"
"She'll be off again, mother, mind her. !"
The mare gave her driver enough to do for
the next minute or two, and then they were
ut the door The lad held her head while
his mistress alertly extracted herself from
her wraps and descended, and then lie led
her away to the stables, tossing and pranc-
ing, and ready for anything in the way of
high jinks.
"She has hard mouth, that's the worst
of her. observed the widow, watching soli-
citously. :" 1t isn't temper, she has no vice,
and Ned's steady enough. Well, Pennie,
my love, I'm come to beg holiday for you.
want you at Mayneld bit VIII Mrs.
Wynyard spare you, dye think r.
"Oh, yes. Come into the house; it is so
different now" The last sentence was whis-
percd sadly and confdenlially, and was ac-
knowledged by pathetic closing Of her
widows eyes, and shaking of her head.
"Ive heard all, Pennle. 1t can't help but
be different. What's doing here p They
were now in the hall, where man was al
work with lath and plaster, closing up the
dining-room door.
"That side of the house is to be let with
the farm to Mr.. Dykes, and so il is TO be
quite shut off from our part" Mrs. Croft
shook her head again, and sighed, but sale
no more. Pennie entered the drawing room
and announced her mother who dropt {
little courtesy as she advanced to meet Mrs
Wynyard's outstretched hand.
81 am glad to see you, Mrs. Croft, ant
so, from her face, is Pcnnie. Take you
mothers shawl, and give her a stool for he
feet. You must have had a cold drive, In
afraid; the wind is rather high" Thus Mrs
Wynyard in her usual kind way, only per
haps in voice somewhat strained, as of ;
woman fretting inwardly
1t was not unpleasant; the sun warme,
the air. We arc going to have fine opel
weather after the frost, hope. 1t is need
ed And how are you, ma'am, and til
children, and Mr.. Wynyard when you hear
from him ?"
"All well in health, thar . Su, Mrs.
Croft quite well in health. Lois, you have
not shaken hands with Mrs. Croft" AS
Mrs. Wynyard spoke she glanced aside at
her child, standing by the table with slate,
her hair rufiled up into golden mop, and
her face set determinedly over line of fig
ures she was multiplying by seven. Lois
half abstractedly laid her task down, cross
ed the rug to the visitor, and pouted her
rosy lips to be kissed.
She's good little busy girl, I'm sure,
said Mrs, Croft "She loves her book
don't you, dcar?"
"Not without Maurice : and Lois sighed,
as she shook her mop and resumed the slate.
Pennie sat unobtrusively on low chair in
the tireside corner by her mother, until the
conversation wound round to her, and leave
was asked and given for her to go to May
field. Eastwood II spare you for a month,
| daresay," added Mrs Croft, with amiable
insinuation.
Mrs. Wynyard assrnted. 60 Yes, we will
spare her for month, and then think her
services will be wanted at Brackenfield.
My youngest sister is about to be married,
and Pennie has been bespokcn for one OF
her BRIDE maids"
"Won't it be charming, mother? have
been longing to see wedding cried Pen
ME, eXuberart.
81 heerd of Mr.. Michael Forester's ar
rival. And he's to marry Miss Hutton, is
he? I'm right glad of ii. Foresters is a
good sort. But is it true, maam, that he's
got family by black wife''
81 hope not-I have not heard of it.
Mrs Wynyard could hardly forbear smiling,
and Pennie looked amazed with wrath.
"lIow folks will talk Why, they'd got
black wife and BARNS qnite pat at Saturdays
marketable, was told.
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On the high-road fennie relned IN, anu kep
pace win the phaetoh' chatlering all III
way ana deligh'ing her molheT
II was hye-mile ride by way that wa
beautiful all the year round. Inc road Ia
along the fell side, the narrow sinuous vale
of the Esk below, and steep slopes Of mea
dow and moorland above. The Februar
sun shone high and clear IN the pale blu
| sky, and the tiny beCks, full-fiOOdeu wit