The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-11-20
bought W'itk aPrtce.
CHAPTER 7.

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The clock over the parlor mantel-
shelf struck six sharp and clear. The
fire b.azed up with cheerful glow ON
brightly tinted carpet and curtains, on
old-fashioned handsome furniture, on
the little tea-table laid for one, big
bowl of flowers In the mlddle-rare
delicate blossoms most of them-and,
pushed into a corner, a shabby little
bunch of monthly roses. A pretty,
bright, womanly room ; books were
scattered about and bits of needle
work. A piano stood open opposite
the window, with q canterbury over
flowing with music by the side. A
tiny black dog, all ears and hair, lsy
on the rue, and over all the freight
flashed warmly.
"Miss Hugo is not in, sir. It's past
her time though would you like to
wait, sir ?" asked the servant.
Eyes, / am leaving Waltham.
Thank you," Mr.. Briton answered, as
the woman showed him into the fire.
Lit parlor. llll4sAA is--- @
She hustled away to get candles.
The visitor, hardly answering ROllo's
Joyous greeting, leant against the
chimney-piece, pushing back his
thick brown hair with one hand. The
fire blazed and cracked, shining over
the straight dark figure, the grave,
manly face, the steadfast eyes.
"Tick, tick, tiek,n went the clock,
steadily, slowly, like the pulse of fate.
The candles were brought and put on
the table, one each side of the big
round bowl of flowers.
"Chime, chime" rang the quarter
from the church tower across the road.
Mr.. Briton started and went to the
window, pushing back the thick
crimson curtains. Very still and
quiet was it out of doors. The row.
ans over the garden gate hardly
moved one graceful branch on the
night air the old church opposite,
with its graveyard round it, rose gray
and beautiful In the young moon
light. 49,.
over the moor beyond, the white
road wound away 70 Waltham.
Slowly along this road came two dark
figures lettering in the autumn night
Mr.. Briton dropped the curtain and
came back to the fireside.
''Tick, tick,p went the clock II
seemed to whisper to him, "False
false, false, p as the garden gate swung
back under the dar8 boughs.
swell, good bye I shall see you
tomorrow. How long it will seem p
"Nonsense J" answered Miss Hugo'E
that Good bye"
She waved her hand playfully and
went swiftly up the little path. Her
old servant met her at the door.
'Mr. Briton is in there, Miss Mil
dIed.n ---.. - 'l. T.s tf
The young lady raised her straight
dark brows in calm surprise. She
threw her shawl and hat off hastily
smoothing back her curly hair with
both hands, and went softly into the
little parlor.
''I hope Rollo has entertained you,'
she said, with a bewitching smile
'ithis is an unexpected pleasure, Mr.
Briton."
'I am come to say good bye,' Miss
Hugo,n be answered, gravely.
"What q disagreeable word You
really won't return after the holidays
then ?"
''That depends upon circumstances
I have had an offer from Mrs. Harold
She wishes me to travel with her SOL
during the next twelve months"
"And then ?" she said, looking VI
at him.
"I haven't decided. have my fel
lowship anu 1 think I shall take or.
ders.n --tst @ -
"Poor fellow ~
al don't know why you should
1 f.11 ~~f,,
shall get living some time, and
don't know a happier life, If ont
ought to take that as test"
81 hope you will be a bishop, Mr.
Briton.n
'fOh, don't 1 wouldn't be for tht
world" said the young man, hastily
81 am not at all ambitious"
"How We should quarrel 7" she an
swe' ed, smiling. "1 would make yoI
ambitious, whether you liked it O.
not"
"WilI you try ?" be returned, com
ing a step nearer across the rug.
81 am tired of teaching" was he
: answer. II won't have you for |
pupil.p ii.lA Ei| LtIIi|f
81 would be very good, ~ he said, il
low voice.
mo, you wouldn't; you know yol
wouldn't. You are too fond of teach
ing to learn"
IListen to me, please" he urged.
~ won't listen. know what yol
are going to say, and it is better lef
unsa:d. Will you have a cup of tea
l win call aunty down 70 propitiat
the proprieties."
81 don't want any tea. / am no
doing to be treated politely by you
Mildred"
81 am not going to treat you polite
ly," she she said, as she came back t
the rug, laughing-"don't be frighten
ed.n She stood opposite, still laugh
ing, her beautiful face dimpiing an,
sparkling.
Mildred" said Mr.. Briton, 'iI vii
speak,"
sNo you won't. Go with Ere
Harold on TO the Continent for twelv
months, and I'll stay here, trying +
make my pupils understand wha
music means. When you come bacl
will listen to you, and shall b
able to answer.n
= S''Now, Mildred
'sNo. And you mustn't call m
Mildred, sir. Do as tell you, as s.
earnest Of good behavior in future"
T may never come back-I ma,
die abroad"
Requiescat in pace. You can
make me serious, Mr.. Briton. Yo
will come back welded to som
alarming Italian woman"
every likely" he said bitterly"