Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1872-08-30
ling & Co., India Wharf. Good morning

sir"
"Greyling! One daughter !" cried Bel
lenden, as be paced his room. "What
he should be the father of the glorious crea
ture met at Gloucester last summer. Th
idea Of being under the same roof with he
almost drives me mad and atones for mucl
that have suffered, and am still suffering
Greyling Greyling!"
His conjectures were correct. Greyline
called next day, paid the rent, and received
the key, and the evening after, when he
went out to the villa he discovered to biz
delight that Julia Greyling was no Other
than a very charming girl whom be had
casually encountered at Cape Ann the pre-.
vious season. She was then visiting the
place with her aunt. and whether she was
conscious Of nascent penchant for our hero,
or for some other reason, she bad forborne
:, meetioning to her mother having met q
young gentleman by the seaside, with such
a dear corsair expression, and such sweet
moustache!
OF course Belenden did not como into
town any more. Why should he? He
had no client there-and suit here which
must not be suffered to go by default. What
duets at the piano what strolls in the gar
den what walks by moonlight !! what rides
at sunset It was fairy existence. Bat
in the sweetest cup of pleasure, smyit anaari
aziqmd-and coling at the bottom of his
beaker of bliss lay serpent, the thought
that all this fairy scene would soon vanish
like a summer.dav dream. With the birds
and flowers the Greetings would be gone
he Lad three months of enjoyment before
him. Three months be had not four and
twenty hours.
The next forenoon, Belenden was stroll
ing in the garden. waiting for Miss Grey
ling to join him, when the omnibus stopped
at the door, and out Of that omnibus-a
vision of drcad-alight Mr. Bellenden,
senior.
"You here, sir p' exclaimed the young
man.
"You here, sir !" exclaimed the father
"How came you to think of opening the
house Did you get word that was COM
ing?"
No, sir. but I thought you wouldn't
dislike it,"
"Not at all. You've saved me deal of
trouble Servants here ~
"Yes, sir"
"WelI, we'll, let's get out of the sun,
replied Mr.. Belepden, impatiently.
Zone moment, sir. I have some frieneG
staying with me-very respectable peoy1e,
[ assure you, sir-the Greylings-do you
know them p be added, anxiously.
stNo hut 1s1o bo,rJ III n nc,,,o
I've kept you waiting" cried Miss
Greylipg, running down the steps Of the
piazza in charming walking dress, "but I
am quite ready now She stopped sud
denly and blushed on perceiving stranger.
"My father, Miss Greyling."
81 am very happy to see you, sir. Will
you walk in 2"
every hospitable," murmured Bellenden,
"sceing that it's my house"
"Miss Greyling," said young Bellenden,
neryously, II am very sorry that must
deny myself the pleasure Of walking with
you, but my father-I-pray excuse me-
ooh, certainly, certainly. Don't make
any apologies. I couldn't thing of going
now. Pray walk in, sir. You'll dine with
US, I hope, sir"
Il rather think I shall, young LADY,"
answered Bellenden, senior, coolly.
"You're dusty and tired, father" said
young Bellenden. who dreaded discovery.
won't you walk up into my room ~
mo, sir.' replied Bellenden, senior,
peremptorily. II want to see how the
drawing room looks. With what taste your
poor mother, had she been alive, would
have furnished it p
And tossing his hat on the table, he walk
ed into the long drawing room, followed by
his son and Miss Greyling.
"My father and mother, Mr.. Bellenden,"
said the young lady, getting before him
and performing the ceremony of intro
ducton.
Mr.. Greyling had fallen asleep uncon-
sciously on the ottoman, ard sank from sit
ting to recumbsnt position. He started
up, rubbing his eyes.
"Bless me +! whata so!ecism I'm afraid
was vulgar enough to dose, Mr.. Bellenden
Pm very happy to see you. Ny wife
Pray, sit down, sir"
"Thank you, sir, | prefer walking
about" replied Mr.. Bellenden, senior =
Course his impudence,' he muttered to his
son. "Sleeping with bis boots on my cut
velvet ottoman. Asking me to be seated in
my own house.'
"He's rather eccentric" whispered young
Bellenden, but "but most amiable of men y
"My father" he said in q low tone, address,
ing Grcylipg, sis odd; very peouliar-but
you mustn't mind him
you will dine with US en- fena2ie," said
Mrs. Greyling, a very amiable and polished
old lady, by the way.
81 intend to, madam, cel taiuly," replied
Bellenden, senior, wko was strolIing about
the room, examining the furniture and &C.
casionally changing a chair, card Ia
BILE or a vase.
Travelling makes one hungry, and as
the country probably produces the same
effect on you, shall make no apology for
ordering dinner" And he rang the bell
A smart man servant answered it.
"Dinner directly, SAM" said Bellenden,
senior
"James, SIR" replied the man, With dig.
nifty, and looking with an inqniring air to
Mr.. Greylng
'sServe the dinner, il it is ready James
said Mr.. Greylipg smotbering his indigna-
ton
'Coufound his impuaen " said he to
himself. Does he presume to give orders
to my servauts!'
Hang his insolence!'' whispered Mr..
Bellenden to his son. Must he tell my
people what to do?
Dinner was soon announced. Mr.. Bel
lenden, senior, offered his arm to Mrs.