New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-03-08

| 'OOnt mentlOn 1t, replled; "DygOnes
and so on. Tell you the truth, heard
that you intended to oppose me for the
county. I'm glad to find that the rumor
is false"
80, Walwyn," he whispered, edo ]
seem to be likely man to oppose any
body? have had opposition enough;
should like to make my peace with all the
world now"
This was very satisfactory state OF
mind to be in; at the same time the con-
versation wasn't particularly lively. and l
was glad to make my way from the sick
room.
"You'l take your luncheon with them, "
he said, as went out; edo, it will please
me, and shall feel that our reconciliation
is sincere"
was hungry enough, and glad to have
luncheon. Miss Gimball had come home
from her ride, too, and was delighted at
having treated Sir Richard Walwyn as the
stewards son. We were capital friends
directly, and felt altogether SO comfort
able at Bryncoed, that l thought with a
shudder of returning to dim Penwalyn,
the ghosts and the family portraits. After
luncheon a message came down from the
sick room;
''Ask Sir Richard to send for his traps
and stop the night"
Well, / hated the idea of sleeping at
Penwalyn so much that was tempted to
stay; and certainly Gimbalrs was very
jolly house, and everybody tried to make
me comfortable.
| Old Evans didn't like it bit. He sent
for me before he started home, and when
I went out to speak to him, he pointed
gravely to the wheel tracks on the princi-
pal drive. There were certainly a good
many Of them, but the doctor and the
parson, and the lawyer, and sympathizing
| inquiries would account for that.
do you remember, sir, the story Of
the jackass and the lion who was sick ?"
II don't see how it applies to me,
Evans; poor old Gimball isn't likely to
eat me-"
"Well, sir-well. indeed, I wish you'd
come home with me, Sir Richard"
wasn't going to be put off pleasant
evening by Evans nonsense. believe
he'd like to sit in the middle OF my hall
at Penwalyn and drink strong ale to the
sound of the harp, as my forefathers
might have done, with the cook and
kitchen maid and Miss Richards, the
Gimball had a capital cook and excel
lent wine. Both Miss Gimball and her
aunt were good musicians, with beautiful
voices, and spent q most pleasan. eve.
ming. Next day we went out in the yacht,
had delightful sail, lunched on board,
and reached home, tired as dogs, just in
time to dress for dinner. Couldn't go
home that night, either. The best of it
was I felt so secure about the election.
Nobody but Gimball could run against
me with the shadow of chance. Gin
ball had safe. / might enjoy my.
self as / liked for the next few days. Then
might think about business; about
getting out my address and making ar.
engagements for the walk-over.
Next day went home very reluctantly.
1 was desperately smitten with Lucy Gim-
an offer then and there but for one thing
l couldn't quite get over her apparent
heartlessness. She didn't seem to care
button for her fathers illness. except for
o minute, when reminded of it, perhaps
she'd put on grave face, and then she'd
be as jolly as ever next moment Now, if |
she didn't care for her father, she wasn't |
likely to care much for her husband, after !
the novelty of the thing was over: and |
this consideration made me haul off a bit, |
had a horrid night at Penwalyn. l |
dreamt was buried alive in the family |
vault, my funeral attended by all the dead |
Walwyns-all sorts of horrors. Just be-
fore daylight l had dream that good
deal impressed me, it was so vivid and
real. A venerable old man with long
white beard appeared before me; he had
a very angry, scowling face, and after
looking sternly at me for few moments,
he said: ''Silly boy, what it costs the
souls of men to acquire you fling away
for women and trumpery!' There was
something so fiery and life-like about the
old mani recognized him at once as nv
grandfather, whose portrait hangs in the
dining room over the big buffet-that
was involuntarily staggered and affected.
couldn't sleep after that, and rose and
dressed and went out into the park. 1t
was charming morning, the sun had lust
'isen, and the sky was filled with pink,
,auzy vapor, which in constant movement
and change parted here and there, reveal
ng purple mountain ranges and glowing
peaks and plnnacles of rock. My heart ] {
mote me when thought Of my neglect I
# this, my own county, and my running
,fter foreign gods. made half resolu.
ion to amend and take to better WAYS.
ust at this moment I came to a spot :
ghere the road, the principal drive to the .
ouse. is cut through q range of rocks, t
eaving on each side of it a scarped, pre-
ipitous face. Trees growing from the
ocks above unite their branches over the
Dad; the road itself is almost choked | i.
18th bracken, ferns and wild weeds, and !;
hen you have penetrated this tunnel of t
reenery there opens upon you pleasant v
ista of the river valley beyond, with a g
rip of sea in the distance. II
Great was my astonishment to see this =
harming natural grotto defaced by two Il
uge staring placards posted on either \
and on the face of the rock. They were Il
rinted in double columns, one side Fl
1elsh, the other English: s'To the free Il
nd independent electors of the county of p
adnant;" below that stirring radical y
rogramme, and attached to the mani r
sto the name of George Gimball. O
In considerable agitation 1 hurried on Il
the house of Evans, the steward. On +
le gable end of his barn was posted a o
milar placard. He was coming out of q
S gate as I reached it. evans, cried, "
,inting to the address. evans, what's Ii
70 meaning of all this?" al
80, don't you know all about it, Sir tt
ichard?" said Evans, looking at me re- al
Haven't you been staying at nj
S house all the time that he has been q, "a
the county, and never word -
ON you against him? Why, Sir Richard, in
If your own tenants have promised him; d,
r they thought there could be nothing al
Inn g. 70
tn Mr.. Gimball and l had no instruc- til
ma from Won sir I" W