The Beaufort tribune and Port Royal commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1877-1879, 1877-08-16

helped the young lady to descend.
81 trust you will have no more con-
tretemps. He spoke gravely. "This
new coachman is sober, but he is OF
course On utter stranger"
There was shade of misgiving in his
voice, which had the desired effect,
"Dear, dear, suppose he too should
play some trick. I ought not to have
come alone. Aunty said so. What
shall [ do now ?"
"If you would accept me AS an
escort -
How deep he was!
"Only 100 thankfully. But it would
be trespassing too much upon your good
nature. You have been so kind al
ready"
"My horse has gone lame in two
legs"
1t was d wonder he hadn't developed
navicular lamiritis and farcy.
"Then 1 shall be doing you service
really 2" she cried, with animation.
Distinctly"
Then they got in together and drove
off.
For time neither spoke. Feather
stone felt upon his good behavior; lie
was disposed to be as deferential as to a
royal princess.
"Do you think he knows where to take
us ?" she asked.
"Not unless you've told him"
"Don't you know?"
"How should II TO London, | sup
pose"
"That's a wise address," and she
laughed aloud. "No, Kensington square;
that's where we live, Lord Feather
stone.
He started.
"You know my name, then?''
Artful young person, why did not she
confess To this sooner
"Of course; I heard you tell the po-
liceman." -,
"That's well; now may know yours'"
"Kiss."
Good Heavens Featherstone was
near saying. Kiss? Kiss whom? Kiss
herr"
Kiss Leigh; that's my name; it's
short -
"And sweet" Featherstone could not
check himself.
"Short, she went on, seemingly un-
conscious, "for Keziah. We come OF an
old Quaker stock on the borders, between
Shropshire and Montgomeryshire. Ny
father and mother are dead; all my peo-
pie are dead. Iwent to school in France,
and now I've come to London to be
finished"
She prattled on now, frank, fluent,
and unaffected. "And how do you
like it ?'
"What? London?''
"No; being finished"
"Ihaven't got to the end yet. Thatn
be when I'm married. But there is not
much chance of that yet WHILE"
"Why not ?" asked Featherstone,
highly amused. =.
"I don't like anybody well enough. :"
"Perhaps nobody 8 asked youa"
"You are quite stranger, Lord
Featherstone, and you have no right to
ask me such questions"
"Well, I won't; we'll talk about some
thing different. We're getting into the
streets. Do you know this part of Lon
dona It's called Kentish Town, because
it's in Middlesex.
"I'm not well up in London geogra-
ply. It's my first visit to town."
He's taking us through. the park y
cried Featherstone, in some consterna-
ton.
eyes; why not -? I am glad of it. It's
II SEo,, tho ctroofc
"Oh, if you prefer it. Only" y .
He was thinking that it was now well
on in the afternoon, and the park would
be crammed. For the girls sake it
would be better they should not be seen
thus publicly together, and alone. For
his own also: few men like to be carted
round the drive in carriage, least OF
all in such an antiquated conveyance
as this old yellow chariot with it's high
springs.
"We'll 60 out at Hyde Park Corner
then"
"No, no; love the drive best. Per-
haps the princess will be out; and l like
to see the other people, and you cin tell
me who they all are. ;"
Like a martyr he succumbed. 1t
was best to put good face on the matter.
Before night it would be all over Lon
don that Beau Tieatherstone had turned
into C chaperon for country cousins, OF
that he had been taken captive by fair
face i'll yellow " shay"
Here, hanson" and his lordship
drove ON to Brooks.
"Here is Featherstone himself" )" said
a man, in the bay-window; "well ask
him. I say they're betting five to -four
you've started yellow chariot, and were
seen in it in the park"
"Did you pick it mp in Japan ?"
els it the coach Noah drove home in
when he landed from the ark -
Featherstone abruptly left the room.
The absurd story was evidently on the
wing. More serious was the next on
slaught. :,
"You ought not to have done it.
Featherstone, said old Mr.. Primrose
who had been his fathers friend, and
presumed therefore to give the son ad
vice. "You have compromised the CIR
seriously; and she is such an absolute
child"
, Excuse me; am not called upon tt
give account to you of all my actions.
"You ought not, I repeat, to have ap
! peared with her thus publicly. 1t was
bad enough to take her down to Rich
mond, but to put your arm round hel
waist openly in the park
"Really, Mr.. Primrose ~ Feather
stones face flushed, but he restrained
himself,