Wilmington daily commercial., 1873-05-10

Ance. When she is on her feet the peacock'e
eye 10 barely level with the top of the blue cloth
padding, and gathering her red shawl around
her, 80 that you can see how very small person
she really is she comes to his window and put.
out her bead and looks back at tho crowtline
towers yelled In golden light and over her face
steals soft, shy happiness born of sudden
pleasure. 1t is perfect, and perfection ID the
sdngredl of her life.
right"
:" Yes quite"-still with her head out of the
window am so much Obliged to you for
pointing it ont to mo. Oxford always looks best
/ from distance"
Yes, he answers, marvelling little at the
fashion OF her hair, " in more sense than one"
She makes her way back to her seat but his
| eyes follow her, and when she sits down he
| turns himself about and composes himself In his
corner, and crosses his long legs in a decidedly
| converslble manner, scarcely consistent with
| the terms OF that canon of rigorous British ETH
quette, which provides for the humiliation and
confusion Of the nameless.
-" have been good deal abroad since left
| magdalen, and one loses old ways and likings as
easily AZ old friends /" quite as il they had taken
their tickets together, aud started together, aud
were bound for common destination and vet
there is nothing OF the insolent ruffian about
him. She il wise little lady. She knows
i that.
/ " But not your conviction that Magdalen is
| the most beautiful place in the world, hope, Z"
she answers, considering him with her calm,
/ young eyes
1t is such queer little face, so much in sober
| earnest with this poor wicked world-so in
| nocent OF wordness. How old is she, seven
| teen and seven or twonty9
ls that your opinion 2" he asks, with fine
| caution,
Yes !" promptly. I" think it has no equal.
not as matter of prejudice, but judgment"
She must be seven and twenty at the very
derfully.
1t is my college,"
g Indeed !" And then she pulls herself up
with jerk, and looks out of the window at two
colts, who are scampering away across field
hsrd by startled by the rushing, snorting train.
And suite shiHe syour admiration for it.
Have youseen the alterations they have been
making in the school and Log Walk ?"
" No and she looks back at him" have
not been living in Oxford Are they an improve
mont z"
% Very great. Tho next generation of boys
will be better off than old ones were"
" Were You Magdaien schoo-boy then p
flushing family at her own boldness.
" Yes, had that privilege"
" But not chorister 2" quite eagerly.
" Yes chorister after fashion," laughing,
and knitting his long fingers AZ ound one knee
" should thnk"-she / o / IL and then she
stops, and looks down at the square the of a lit
tie boot protruding from benz Ath the plated
black silk peticoat--" shonld think it was very
pleasant to a.chorsser !" but this is not what
oho Was boiuB W say, anu ne percelVes the
clumsy subterfuge.
:" Depends on whether you're particularly fond
OF music. can't say was when was boy.
Have you been to the chapel lately ?"
went once during Commemoration week.
Lady SHADES little nephew is a choIister." =
What lady Slade is that ?" hitching himself
farther back into the seat by his elbows. and
clasping his hands behind his head Verify the
angularity and restlessness Of this great man
are astounding
Not Lady slade, of Wrentham ?"
Yes T-and just moments hesitation
q have been her companion for year, that ia
how she came to take me to Magdalen chapel
with her."
" used to know Young Slade He was at
New and wonderful sculer. What's become
of him Is he married? 2" smiling as men do
and will SMILE at the notion Of the once familiar
roysterer hewing away at the domestic sirloin OF
beef, or rocking the domestic cradle,
Yes he's married and got living in North
amptonshire.'
g A fat living, / hope poor parsons are a
curse 10 themselves and their parishioners
Bless me How odd Well when you go back"
himself up and looking pleas |
ed as Punch |
"Oh but I'm not going back, with much en- |
ergy. " / have been i'll and have been ordered |
holiday and change of air, and all sorts of |
pleasant things am not going back, that's very |
certain" and she laughs out loud, merry little
laugh, like birds sudden brief song, and |
shakes her head with a cunning wisdom calcutta |
lief that she must be very sly, small person, |
indeed. But the great gray man can scarcely be |
classed under this category. To observe, not |
casually, but closely keenly, has been his pleas
new"
q What has been the matter with you ?" he
asks.
:" have had bilious fever"
" And they cut OIL all your hair, ell ?" with |
serio-comic pity. She is seventeen now the
merest child. How wonderfully these fair mites
Of women can deceive one
" Yes" solemnly, trying hard to look oil | and
grim.
" I'm a DOCTOR you see so sickness interests
me-" stretching out arm aud cutchng HIM
self tightly by the back Of the head. You don't
look like bilious subject. though! !"
" Wrentham is not very healthy place the
poor people are always getting ague and slow
fever, turning away her little white face. 1t is
not pleasant to be spitted on two sharp eyes, and
held up to the light OF science in native imper-
lection unadorned.
Really, and you tried bilious foyer for a
changer" Still in that serio-comc tone then
more gravely releasing his head and slipping
his arm through the rest by his side, " We'll,
People elect to fancy that directly they are out
Of the DOCTORS hands they're safe but conva-
essence to many proves fatal as the actual
disorder they have been suffering FROM" with
slow, sarcastic smile, showing that this man of
angles ia man of opinions too.
" am going to Surbiton-near Kingston you
know-on the Thames :" explanatory, as il he
was but recently dropped moon man.
Eyes, know !" smiling at her compassionate
ly, her efforts at superiority are pitifully i'm
mature, as immature as the tragic airs of stage
struck miss of. seven. " And who's to take care
of you at Surbiton !"
A shrill, ear-torturing scream of steam, a
pause, second fainter whistle, as twere the
echo of theifirst and then a second jerkback jar
ring every bone in its socket.
In an instant the great mans face changed
from bantering serenity to quickest expectation
mot fear there is no fear in those bright dark
eyes, about that suddenly-compressed, firm
mouth.
"sit still !" he says, budgets upl himself and
looks out.
And she does sit still-quite still, gripping the
arms Of her seat tightly with her two little gray
hands, and Watching him with scared, wide-open
eyes, What if she and this great man are bound
to die together. What il death be even now close
upon them, in front Of them, round about them
Her breath comes fast in many pants. her lips
parch and burn, and he does not speak. What
is he seeing Is it coming The violent blood
beats fierce upon her brain, each throb clear,
positive as a blow ; in her rises and roars the
noise of many voices /; and he will not speak.
See cannot be killed and make no sign. With