Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-11-07

sdy's box and her several dainty parcels. JOIN
put something under her feet, and
something else behind her back; aud il WAS only
at the last moment that the least attention was
paid to Mr.. Anthony Skeue OF the New Ian,
who was waiting to take passage also. Then ID
was hurried IN; and, a. he blessed hts stars Tor
such fair compsuionship, they started Oh ths!r
way.
The journey 70 Plymouth Is but twenty-five
miles; and with John Twitchelrs horses, even
With all the delays of John Twitcheirs duties
and position, they were sure to arrive before
three in the afternoon. Mr.. Skene was far too
well, bred to intrude himself on the young
gentlswoman, il she were gentlewoman,
whom kind tate had placed so near hin. H.
began very carefully with John TwitchelI, AID
made himself as agreeable with him as he knew
how. He talked with the lady-if che were a
lady-thr0ugh John sitcheli, so to speak; and
watched ALI the time for one attention or an-
other, which he might show TO her, which might
not be Obtrusive, but such as a gentleman might
offer without offence to the nObest lady in the
land, Fortunately for him in this business,
Anthony Skene was gentleman. In the noDler
and lsTger use of the word, John Twitchell was
another; and he would have wrung aster
Skene's neck for him, had lie by sign or word
offended the pretty young lady who eat behind
the carter. So she was quite SAFE from any pos
sible annoyance, even TO her Hmfdity; and so,
of course, IL happened that before an hour vas
past, th5y were all three on excellent terms. and
the barriers betws en- their station and hers were
al cOm.or ably broken down.
ANY question as to the young lsiy's name
Was so far solved as this. tn IT John Twitt he'll
cali, d her Miss WaIiug;" and it appeared
that size was going To her aunt Mrs. waring of
Plymouth. II was while John watsrad bis
horses ~ = wayside trough, and while Mr.
Sksne aud Miss Wsring walked up the long hill
tog sther, that tie talk of the two young people
first became brisk and animated. But the day
was tOD lovely, and they too cheerful for it TO
b4 stiff very long; and they really chstted "a if
they had been Old friends.
g Oh. no !" said she, laughing. HIt frightans
me TO think Of going to London. Plymouth
here il quite wonderful enough for country
lass like me" He had asked her if she had
ever seen London.
90 Il not Pl, month your home, then? ."
Yes and no." said sire. WaS she playing
with him the least bit in the world" and was
she determined tn at he shOuld tell her every
thing about himself, while he learned nothing
about her? 81 am 80 much at home with my
dear old aunt, whom l am going 20, that Il
would be wicked to say that Plymouth was not
home That Is one answer. Bat Plymouth is a
great city, for all that; and AN only a country
girl"
was, and to find out what her station was; but
be did not dare. be did say: - Is the life in
Plymouth gsy?"
Gay? Gay to gay people. daresay. 1t is
q very nice life to me. But I only see the gay
people when go to church, and see them As
they stream in there" And here she burst into
uncomfortable laughter; but she said: - was
going to tell you how badly I behaved to some
OF Aunt SUsan's gay friends; but Ii will not do
to tell you this story. Yet, no. dareSay a
young gentleman Ike you will iud Plymouth
q.
"Fhen you have some time to read. should
ike 20 lend you the last Spectators"
She looked round rather gratefully. "Wouli
you indeed, Just for day? That is very kind
My aunt has good many; oh, she has wenty
But she has OF had one for two, nor for three
months" and so they fell to talking OF The
Spectator.
Anthony Skene was in no sort A snob; but
when he saId that he knew by sight ali the gen
uemen who wrote IN The Spectator, that he ad
shaken bands with Mr. Steele, and had Giued
nrl Eufr aud Tpc1,
antly Fairfax talk about the paper which was
then the town talk, he recommended himself
very decidedly to his pretty friend, and she was
much more disposed TO lead him on 10 tell of
the town and OF its wonders. They were yery
good friends indeed, when John Twitchsil
overlook them, and took them under cover
once again.
Arrived at Plymouth, MT. Skena's curiosity
was satisfied; for John Twitchell, before he
delivered box or parcel, had driven round
into Queen street, and left his pretty charge at
the door OF Mistress Warning. Now Mistress
Waring proved to be the mistress Of a welI-to-
DO shop on principal street of Plymoath-a
shop which, without plate windows, or sign OF
any sort, contained almost everything which
the neighbOrh0od, rather than the people OF
Plymouth, might be supposed 10 want. Mrs
Wsring and astout apprentice, and frightened
ser Want, attended the shop, which was parted
from the street by half door. Ths good woman
welcomed her niece with the undIsguised adml-
ration with which every one welcomed her,
stepping pl1mply in front OF poor Anthony who
had hoped for the pleasure OF giving his hand TO
the young lady as she stepped from the car.
rage, or perhaps even iifting her from its
heights. Mrs. WariCg left him TO himself, took
the girl in both her hands, and tenderly lifted
her TO the step OF the shop, kissed her on both
cheeks. and loudly expressed her Joy. Her
niece kissed her IN return, turned to bid John
TwitcheH goodbye, gave her hand frankly to
MT. Skene, and said 70 her aunt, ''Tuis gentle
man has been very kind 10 me-"
Mrs. Waring looked up amazed, unconscious
OF his existence til now, 4 d asked the paZZling
question, dear
But alas! no one could iutr0tlcs Anthony;
and he was fsin to say himself tn - he was Mr..
SkeDe; and added, with a L0rd pner's prifo
81 from London" The words did not help hlH
with Mrs WaTing. She thanked HIM for ni-
courtesy 70 her charge wi b some s,ste, and
then hustled that young lady, her box aud par
GELS into tbs sbop; and Mr.. uth0uy was left to
renlOunt the carriers wagon alone.
It must be confessed that the hours between
eight and three had proved enough to cure him
OF any immediate determination TO press his
journey into Cornwall. The garnet ring was
Of much less conseq uence to him since he had
had these hours of pleasant unaffected talk
with this pleasant, unaffected girl. Mr.. Skene
ordered his dinner, ate 1t. looked out OF his roll
Of new Spectators, put them in a parcel, and
directed them in his best, to "Miss WariBg,
with the respects of A. Skene;" and then. hav
ing planned out his campaign for that day and
for the next day, started out to make the best
use he might of what was left OF the afternoon
had hidden John TwItcheil take him to the inn
where the judge ana bar made their home, and,
among the counsel who rode that circuit, he had
found one or two acquaintance. A young
London lawyer of as good reputation as he had
no difficulty in obtaining an introduction, even
to the judge; aud 30 Anthony Scene, having
dotted his travelling gear, and dOBned such
walking gear as the p0rtmantesu furnished,
started on his mission with his base weli-secured.
be was little amused himself, and a little an
noyed, to find himself going to make court with
q Plymouth shopkeeper. But he did not finch
for that. And he knew very well, that il he
was TO see the young lady again, he must make
himself agreeable to the old one. He was not
the first nor the last young man who found him
self in the same position.
He walked modestly in the shop, and asked
the stupid apprentice to snow him silk hsndker-
chiete, examined with care those that appeared,
praised the quality of the best, and laid two or
three one side. Then he asked for the best
riding gloves; and by this time, Mrs. Waring,
who had scented the customer from afar, could
not resist, and herself interp0sed, sending Sam
to duty for which he was more fitted.
"Limerick? Yes, sir; those | know are Lin
erick. But we call these as good; they are seWed
to my own order"
Indeed they are, indeed they are," said the
skiiful Anthony. "I cannot buy such in Lon
don. The MERGERS will cheat ma there. Only
three shilltngs, you say let me have four pair,
Mrs. Wsring."
Mrs. warfng was well-nigh captured then;
and with a few more skilful purchases, and a
Re even those skilful compliments, Master An
thony bad made OF her a slave. Should she not