Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-05-16
ROM THE PEOPLES MAGAzINE.] ]
AN ENGLISH STORY.
MR.. VINEYARDS WARD.
BY HOLME LEE.
AUTHOR OF "sYLyAN HOLT's DAUGHTER"
CHAPTER v.

also was Mis-. CrOits return entertainment.
Pennie had seen her kinsfolk in the famili-
arity of their homes, had made acquaintance
with her mothers friends, and had left a
kindly impression on nearly all. And what
impression had they left on her?
1t was growing dusk in the parlour Mrs.
Croft had gone out by herself for gossip,
Pennie did not know where, and she was
alone She had on her pathetic face, and
she sat still, thinking hope I am not
unnatural, but could not lead this life al
ways. II had never left them should be
happy enough amongst them. should feel
as they feel, and think as they think, but
now cannot. How tired get of their talk
--beaux and butter, money and mice, markets
and marrying, and lambing! Bessie in the
kitchen is better off than should be here,
for / have no interest in anything. Dear
mother, how good and kind she is! 1t would
weary her to live my life as much as II
wearies me to live hers. She would not
know how to get through the day without
her farm and farming friends. No, must
stay at Eastwood; and can come over Of
tener now Miss Rosslyn has left. It is only
q mornings ride after all. Yet 1t must be
sad for her alone In these long winter days
and nights"
So her mother had told her, suggesting that
she should come home to Mayfeld altogeth-
er Pennie was in infinite porplexity and
distress about it, She wanted TO do what
was right, and for vexed moment she felt
as If her mother ought not TO have put her
on making such sacrifice, nor yet on re-
fusing to make 1t. For a sacrifice in large
sense il would assnredly be. Pennie had
cultivated her intelligence,h her taste, her fan
cy; she was not at all fine, but she liked the
friction of good company, and would like it
still better as she grew more mature in mind.
Eastwood, with lis faded refnements, its
sorrows and many cares, suited her better
than the rough jollity Of her kinsfolk and
her mothers friends. Distance lent enchant-
ment to the view of Mayfeld, as of other
places absence made Pennies heart grow
fondcr Of the old barnyard and the chickens.
Since she saw them last, womanly sentiments
had begun to bud in her, which were prov
ing not of the native briar, but of the foreign
graft There had been little aching sense
Of disappointment with her at odd moments
ever since she came, and when her mother
spoke of her staying on for always she only
felt what an effort il had been sometimes to
behave as she was expected to behave.
She was going over It all in her own mind
to no profit when an event came TO pass
an event of small importance as it seemed,
but which had its great consequences never
thcless.
"Oh, dear oh, dear! Whatever's hap
pened ?" The voice was Bessie's rushing to
the back door. Pennic was off the window
seat, and out of the room in twinkling.
"What's happened to you, sir?"
Nothing worse than sprained ankle,
my girl. Let me come in and sit down g
minute" 1t was Mr. Tindal who spoke, as
he limped with painful difficulty up the steps
helping himself by the wall
"Tako my shoulder, sir-lean on me.
Kitchen is not redd up yet; it's only ster
farther to best parlour, sir, and there's Q
sofy there. Miss Penelope, just run up tc
your mothers room, and bring down that
old leg-rest that was your fathers. It's in
corner by clock" Pennie went and can't
quickly, and Mr.. Tindal was accommodated
as well as could be. He appeared to suffer
acutely, for he held his leg with both hands
and frowned under his hat tremendously.
"What is good for a sprain I'm sure
l know |" calculated Bessie. 'Do you know
Miss Pcnelope9" Pennie shood her head
and Mr.. Tindal, looking at her, applied on,
hand to the removal of his hat.
81 bear pain very i'll, said he, apologeti
cally. So it appeared, for his face was gre,
to the lips. Pennie got him some brandy
and wished her mother would come home
Bessie proposed sending Ned off to ALLAH
Bridge for the doctor. 81 wish yon would
and If he is out, let Buckhurst attend, addet
the patient. "Pray, don't stand, Miss Croft
or shall feel less at my ease STILL" As Net
clattered out of the yard Oh Darby, Bessi
returned to the parlour with candles drew
the curtains, stirred the fire, and said Missi
would not surely be long now. She thei
went out and shut the door, leaving Penni
to keep the accidental guest company.
Who could be sociable in the first agon,
of sprain? Mr.. Tindal rejected Pennie'
potion, and sat glooming, now at his disabled
limb, and then al the fire, 81 shall not ge
back to Rood tonight. Will that lad o
yours think to tell them as he passes that
am here ?" he inquired presently.
Pennic knew little of Ned's ways, but al
guing from one boy to another-from Fran
els, Geoffey, or Maurice, to him-she feare'
that he would not think to do anything sensi
BILE that he was not hidden to do. But
you know, the doctor could leave messag
as he returns added she "or if there i
likely to be any anxiety about your absence
old Jacob shall go now-at once" Mr.. Tin
dal said there was no need to trouble oil
Jacob and then he relapsed into silence
I Penne remembered her cousins panegyri
} on him, and thought he must be very dill
ferent person at different times.
He was man of one or two-and-thirty
, and had fine sensible face, with curve
healthy sarcasm about the lips; evidentl
not man to be known in an hours idle SC
ciety, though he could be free and familia
enough on occasion, to delight the fluttel
ing souls of Lucy and Joanna. At this mt
ment, though his features were contorte
: with pain, his countenance was one to ii
i spire liking and confidence. Unconscious
he appealed to the Kindness and forbea
v ance of strangers wherever he went, ar
Il Pennies sentimental heart was peculiar
d open to such an appeal. She wished Il
Q doctor would come, she wished her moth
: would come, but most ardently she wish,
o she could do something for the sufferer he
n self.
, Mrs. Croft was the first to arrive. 30
dear that I should have been out, N