The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-05-05

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the bottom; ever so deep. And she kisses
me too"
To which the boy replied, with de-
cision, that she couldn't be fairy in that
case, for fairies never kissed anybody; it
wasn't lucky, that was unless they were
wicked fairies. And it was all very we'll
Low, but when Cecil married him, he
shouldn't allow her to kiss anybody.
By-and-by, however, as Cecil grew old
er, she used to wonder in her wise little
head what made her father and mother,
when they were alone, talk to each other,
if they did talk, so like company. That
was her idea of it. She jumped up from
the piano one day. and waltzed round to
the footstool at Lady Rainham's feet; with
sudden thought that she would find out.
"Well," said Evelyn, looking at the
pursed-up lips, which evidently had
question upon them, whats the matter?
Is your new music-lesson too hard2"
"My new music-lesson lis fidgetty
crank" said Cecil, hesitating for an ex-
preston strong enough; "but it's not that.
was Just wondering why you and papa"
Sir Hugh let his book fall with sud-
| den noise, and went out Of the room, pass
ing the child, but taking no notice of her.
why you and papa" went on Cecil,
refiectiveiy, "are go odd, like grand visi-
tors When there's any one here know
l have to sit still, and not tumble my
frock, nor cross my feet; but when there IS
no one, it's different"
"Your papa and l are not children"
said Lady Rainham, "Grown-up people
must be steady, Cis."
"Then don't want to be grown-up.
And Pm sure, quite sure, that I'll never be
married. if one is to do nothing but sit
sit all day long, and have no fun"
Lady Rainham bent down to kiss the
resolute lips that uttered this bold decis>
ion, and then her face grew sad. There
were times when even to her pride the
| life she led seemed almost too hard to
bear-times when she was mad enough to
think she would tell Sir Hugh that the
act which stamped him in her eyes as base
and dishonored was no secret from her, as
he doubtless believed it to be. But she
could not do it. 1t seemed to her that the
consciousness that she knew would only
make MIN more contemplate in bis own
eyes as well as in hers 1t wculd but
widen the gulf, and make what she was
able to bear now utterly intolersble. For
she never doubted but that the purport oil
the letter was known to him, and he had
suppressed it for his own ends. And the
poor boy who wrote it was dead. There
was the great mischief of it all. 1.-The had
been living and we'll. go tender halo
might not have rested over the past, and
all in the past connected with him, 30 Bit
ter a resentment might not have been
nursed in silence against the wrong which
her husband had done them both. But
Frank had lived but few months after
her wedding, and she never saw him
again. He was dead, and she had killed
hini-no, not she, but Sir Hugh.
She was thinking such thoughts one
day when something made her look up
and she met Sir Hugh's eyes fixed upon
her. There was 80 peculiar an expression
in them that she could not prevent Ger
tain prond antagonistic inquiry coming
into her own. He went towards her with
his book open in his hand. He ben
doa and put his finger on line in the
page, drawing her attention to it.
"'How much the wife is dearer thar
the bride This struck me rather, thar'
ALL" he said and went away.
Evelyn sat on by the window, but thu
book dropped from her fingers, and sh'
covered her face. What did he mean
If he had only not gone away then!
she said to herself "He meant the lin,
as a reproach to me. And would hav'
. loved hint is possible that / do low
him, in spite Of it Am l so weak an'
false2 want so much to comfort hin
sometimes that 1 half forget, and an
tempted. But l never will never
must. l used to be strong, 1 shall b
strong still"
And 80 the same front Of icy indiffer
ence met Sir Hugh day by day and yea
BY year, and he knew none OF the strug
giles. But he wrapped himself up NOR
and more in his books and his problem
and writings. New MSS. began to grow
out of old ones, for he had always beel
: given to authorship, and the accumula
ton of papers on various subjects. Ii
these days a little fairy used to come il
: from time to time with pretence OF ar
|, ranging them for HIM. She would opel
and shut the study door with great sho'
of quietness, seat herself on big ches
which was full Of old papers, and ii
which she meant to have glorious rum
mage some day; and begin folding up nea
little packages; stitching loose sheets to
: gether; reading bit here and there, AM
looking up now and then with sugges
, tive sigh till he would lay aside his work
t and declare she was the plague Of his life
r This was the signal always for the force
gravity TO disappear from Cecirs face; 70
her to jump up. radiant and gleeful. an
E Just have one turn round the ROOM
shake off the cobwebs, as che said.
: "But you know you couldn't do withou
me, and do help very much. What d
you know about stitching papers together
e And you are a most ungrateful man to sa
! am a plague. only you do not mean II
I wonder what you'll do when l ar
married"
|. married r. echoed Sir Hugh. &c
! aud play with your last new toys, an
! don't talk nonsense"
But the word worried him, and mad
J. him thoughtful. When he came to con
' slider it, the fairy was no longer exactly
4 child, though she was as merry as
v youn. kitten. He did a little sum on hi
. fingers in sheer absence Of mind, an
' found out that in a few weeks she woul
4 De eighteen. 1t was twelve years since b
: went, that February day, to plead ht
g cause and his own with Evelyn Nevill'
e He used to go now sometimes to the viii
e dow and look out, and remember the ds
J. when he had stood at that other windo
Z watching bare branches and wonderin
4 about his future. He knew it now.
!. only he could find out why it was thu