The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-01-09

Mrs. Domer had promised in spite Of
that little folly" with George RNtcliilc,
which she had encouraged eagerly
enough when no better chances were ON
hand.
As he came in his somewhat cruel face
lighted up with IT kind Of masterfuI
smilcof pleasure. Mrs. Domcr rose and
welcomed him; but Lefty sat pale and
rebelIiOus, not fearful nor trembling,
not shrinking or shy, but with Il lool, Of
set purpose, of undisguiscd hostility on
her face, which her very pNllor and
rigidity seemed to intensity, Mr. Noun
scy wisely ignored all unpleasant signs,
His cue was to refer Lctty's resistance
to the coy reserve Of maidenly mOdcaty.
Girls never know their own minds, not to
speak of their best interests; he and
Mrs. Dormer were fully agreed on that
point; and he had mama'S consent he
thought it waste of force to attempt IN
argument with the girl herself, trusting
to the dazzle of riches and her mothers
influence for happy issue out OF all his
pcrpleXities
TO their like he said cortly, if
gallantry, going straight up to her and
offering her an open case containing II
costly set of pearls
"For me thank you, no, said Lefty,
coldly.
''It is usual, my dear Miss Dorlncr'
answered Mr.. Mounsey. He had not
yet got to the length Of calling her, Let
| ty, he had tried it once, and he had not
repeated it,
" Usual to what y said Lefty, raising
hey ewes to him. - know Of nothing
which should make such present from
you to me usual or possible" "
"My dear child, said Mrs. Dormcr
swcctly, 1T seems TO me You are rather
wandering to-day. The heat, probably, "
with an appoplectic turn of her head to
her future son-in-law.
"Probably" said that gentleman
little tierceIy; "but own [ should like
to hear something little more salts
factory from the young lady herself,
All this coyncss is very we'll up to Il GER
tain point; but bcysnd that it is tire
some and annoying.
"It will come all right in time, said
Mrs. Dormcr, blandly.
"Ncycr,' cried Lefty
"SiIly little puss, said her mother;
but her look was not so playful rs her
words.
"Mamm0, why will You force this
hateful presence upon me?' cried Lefty,
with Il fearful passion. You know |
will never hc Mr, Moupsny's wife.
81 My dear young laAy, | can wait,
olIod Mr.. Mouns"y. Suddenly changing
his tone OF annoyance to one of the
blandcst, most tlattcring tenderness.
"And if have 70 wait for the beautiful
Miss Dormcr rs long as that old fellow
in the Bible waited for his wife. / will.
| have to conquer i'll the end, and You
will have to be my wife.
Never" said Lefty
Z" He is doing You too much honor,
! Lefty said Mrs. Dormer, severely.
"Honor" she repeated, scornfully.
"Do you cali insolcncc and jyrmy
/ honor"
and with this She rose and left the
room; and Mrs. Dolmcr and Mr. Noun
scyIooked at each other not comfortably
Poor and gcntecI, Mrs. Dormcr pridcd
herself on birth and breeding. No
bicSsc oJiigc' was her fayorito motto,
though there were some who said that
her mobility was only a holiday garment,
worn for show. the obligations of which
extended no further than to kid gloves
and silver fish knives. Still she was n
| lady; and rs such she Shrank from all
things vulgar, perhaps more than from
things sinful. And one OF the aophistrics
| in her litany of praise over Mr. Mounscy
was that although he was confesscdly
sclf-made man, he was not vulgar. Also
that he had 10 family belonging to him
to show the roughcr side OF the web
from which he, and they, had been
originally made. All that was known
of him, or, rather, all that he chose TO
say Of himself, was, that he had been
IN Eastern merchant somcwherc-lo-
cality not exactly defned-and that the
result was, Mounsey Park. And Mrs.
Dormer sagely concluded to look no
closer, end ask no more.
Down in the village lived one VIII
Cobbold, aslippery, cleverne'er-do-weel,
a carpenter by trade, a mechanician by
genius, generally supposed to be capable
of ANYTHING to which he chose to turn
his hand to, hut who had drank away all
his chances is fast as they had offered
themselves, gradually passing from bad
to worse till he was now the warning cx-
ample held M as moral scarecrow by
parents and advisers. VIII had tidy
kind OF wife, poor body, and son--a
decent fellow enough-who partly be-
causcn OF the bad name of his father clung
to him in the old place, partly because
he liked rambling for his own sake, had
gone off on his own travels, until he had
cast anchor in small village in Wales.