Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1870-04-07

3 OuIy Is not VlQQlcblVe0lb 1S
not unfeeling ~
like you know about these mooted
points Pr laughed Sir Roy, patting
his wife's cheek. "Here is your pony
carriage now-and yeu are not ready.
No. as he caught the wistful look
in Lady Fairfax's eye, "the question
is laid on the table once for all ; it is
useless to discuss it farther ~
-"You will not spare him ?"
II aDiLL not spare him J"
And when Sir Roy spoke in that
tone, his wife knew that he was past
all melting or moving!
1t was a few weeks after this, that
Mrs. Wharton came in to brush out
her lady's abundant brown hair, and
dress it for the late dinner at the
Hall.
"Have you heard what has hap
pened, my lady,n she asked, with the
privileged familiarity of an old serv-
ant.
mo-" said Lady Fairfax, languid-
ly, as she turned the pages of her
book. tIs it anything particular ?"
"Well, my lady, answered Whar-
ton, delighted to be able to impart a
piece of freshly-gleaned news: "Mar-
gerry, the scullery maid has just come
up from Owenson's cottage, and she
says OnCy'T0 III way BQ6T6!|
what is thermatter ?n asked Lady
Fairfax, moving her head so sudden
ly that the h~alf-plaited braid a
ljerked out of Wharton's hands.
sob, my lady" cried the maid /;
1T beg your pardon-I hopeI didn't
/ hurt you ?"
: "No, mott was nothing. Tell me
what you were going to say ?"
Yes, my lady-well, you see,
/ fhnu1xyn Hoon h. VIM fhn frnhaid few
f er in Varrick, and some way it got
, into the jail-and Owen Owenson,
: the poacher, my lady, you know-he
was n of the first as took it, and
he's deadp ~
"Deadl is he? Poor MaryW cried
Lady Fairfax, with genuine commits
| Grafton.
"Yes, my lady, it was awful sud-
den like, and they say she's we'll
, nigh crazed. But old Elspeth, she
l don't say a word-she just sits and
looks straight afore her Mary
says its fearsome to see her, and she,
, as you may say, nigh upon a humid
. red years old ~ 8
Lady Fairfax started 9p.
81 must go and see them, WhaI-
tom"
The maid elevated both her hands
in the air.
1 OnV L. lauJg nOb lO-nlkAb"ah
the frost in the air, and the park as
dark as Egypt. Sir Roy would be
] very much vexed, my lady !"
1 Lady Fairfax passed out of the
ldressing-room into the drawing.
rooms, where the air was filed with
summer warmth-and the perfume
. of newly-cut roses and heliotrope,
which filled the vases on mantle and
: bracket, while the wax lights shons
-
fire burned in the CRATE, and Lady
# Fairfax stood al instant, gazing intC
its red embers.
ST wish Roy would Gomez she
e murmured. "Grif6ths,'' to the ole
q butler, who at that moment made
n his appearance to light the corridor
'is the drawing-room clock right?'
"My lady, it is eight o'clock@wil
a it please your ladyship to have din
. must have been unexpectedly de
tained."
Is at will wait for Sir Roy"
e Lady Fairfax's tone was SO deci
sive, that Griffiths left the remon
70 STRANGE he vas prepared to hazard
. entirely unspoken, and retired will
an obsequious-
"As you please, my lady"
81 Left to herself, Lady Fairfax tool
II / uD u DOOA duu OCkdA " ICdOa OubI1C
/ thoughts wandered away from tn
! printed page, and she found it Inn
X possible to govern her attention.
Half an hour afterwards Wharton
8 came in with a little tray, contain
ing q few choice morsels, which sh'
had carefully culled out with specia
: eye to her mistress tastes.
= 81 told you I would await Sir Roy
v coming, Wharton said Lady Fair
fax, somewhat sharply.
"Yes, my lady-and to be sure h,
r can't be long in coming now but j
isn't well for you to be SO long with
Z out eating. Try q bit of the broiles
n birds wing, my lady, and a drop o
d soup, and then you can have you.
o dinner with Sir Roy afterwards, jus
70 the same"
Lady Fairfax could not help smil
ing as she took the wineglass from
f Mrs. Wharton's hand, and slipped
little of the crimson fluid.
"You all treat me like a child
9 Wharton" she said, 9that must b,
v coaxed and humored into obedi
q ence.n
"No, my lady, certainly not,n said
u Wharton, ~deferentially, but any
u one will tell you that a long fast ISM
b no ways good for the stomach, and i
s Sir Roy should be detained away al
d HE will not be-" said his wife pos
lively.
mo, my lady-to be sure not, bur
then there's no telling nothing abour
T hours when it's business that's in the
question. and Sir Roy'n be all thu
!, better pleased when he hears you've
eaten a morsel, my lady"
And Lady Fairfax, accustomed t.
be -domineered over in a mild way
8 by Wharton, ate and drank, with do
Gle obedience to orders.
q The clock struck nine as Wharton
was replacing the dishes of painted
a china on the tray, preparatory to re
T moving them-and, breaking sudden
o ly and sharply on the silvery chime
of the little bell, another sound made
e Lady Fairfax start to her feet, with
e a white face, and clasped hands-the
8 report of a gun!
9 "Wharton," she cried, "what is
( that ? what can have happened ?n
g "Dear me, my lady" answered
1 Wharton, philosophically. SITS moth
: ing on earth but them wearyine
poachers again. / don't know whai
Morrison is about, not to keep a sharper
eye on 'em."
Lady Fairfax went to the window
and strained her eyes owe the moon
! lit slopes of the lawn.
tits no use lookin', my lady," said