The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1879-12-25

From the New Quarterly Review.
THE STORY OF A LIE.
CHAPTER III.
IN THE ADNIIRAL's NAME.

LIN 1I1E <hbh1nAL N<AhE.
There was no return to the subject.
Dick and his father were henceforth
on terms of coldness. The upright
old gentleman grew more upright
when he NEE his son, buckrammed
with immortal anger; he asked after
Dicks health, and discussed the
weather and the crops with an appall-
ing courtesy; his pronunciation was
point-de-vice, his voice was distant,
distinct, and sometimes almost trem-
bling with suppressed Indignation
AS for Dick, it seemed to him as if
his life had come abruptly to an end
He came out Of his theories and clev-
ernesses; his premature man-of-the-
worldness, on which he had prided
himself on his travels, "shrank like a
thing ashamed before this. real sor-
ROW. Pride, wounded honor, pity
and respect tussled together daily in
his Heart; and now he was within an
ace Of throwing himself upon his
fathers mercy, and now Of slipping
forth at night and coming back no
more to Naseby House. He suffered
from the sight Of his father, nay,
even from the neighborhood of this
familiar valley, where every corner
had its legend, and he was besieged
with memories Of childhood. If he
fled into new land, and among none
but strangers, he might escape his
destiny, who knew? and begin again
light-heartedly. From that chief
peak Of the hills, that now and then,
like an uplifted finger, shone in an ar
row of sunlight through the broken
clouds, the shepherd in clear weather
might perceive the shining Of the sea.
There, he thought, was hope. But
his heart failed him when he saw the
squire; and he remained. His fate
was not that of the voyager by sea
and land; he was to travel in the spir-
it, and begin his journey sooner than he
supposed.
For it chanced one day that his walk
led him into portion Of the uplands
which was almost unknown to him.
Scrambling through some rough
woods, he came out upon moorland
reaching towards the hills. A few
lofty Scotch frs grew hard by upon a
knoll; clear fountain near the foot
of the knoll sent up a miniature
streamlet which meandered in the
heather. A shower had just SKINNED
by, but now the sun shone brightly,
and the air smelt of the pines and the
grass. On a stone under the trees sat
a young lady stretching. We have
learned to think of women in sort of
symbolic TRANSPORTATION, based on
clothes; and one Of the readiest ways
IN which we conceive our mistress is
as a composite thing, principally pet
ticoats. But humanity has tri-
umphed over clothes; the look, the
touch of dress has become alive; and
the woman who stitched herself into
these material integuments, has now
permeated right through and gone out
to the tip of her skirt 1t was only a
black dress that caught Dick Naseby's
eye; but it took possession Of his
mind, and all other thoughts depart
ed. He drew near, and the girl turned
round. Her face startled him; it was
a face he wanted; and he took it in at
O1CC 1lAC b1Cftll1IIISo t1Il.
Il beg your pardon" he said, tax
ing off his hat, you are sketching."
"Ohr' she exclaimed, "for my own
| despise the thing"
Ten to one, you do yourself inius-
tice, ;" returned Dick. Besides, it's a
free-masonry. | sketch myself, and
you know what that implies"
mo. What?" she asked.
1.-TWO things" he answered First,
that I am no very difficult critic; and
second, that | have right to see your
picture"
She covered the block with both her
hands. ''Oh, no." she said; Il am
Indeed, | might give you hint"
said Dick. although no artist my
self, I have known many; in Paris |
had many for friends, and used to
prowl among studios"
''In Paris?" she cried, with leap of
light into her eyes. Did you ever
meet Mr.. Van Tromp?"
Il? Yes. Why, you're not the
Admiral's daughter, are you?"
"The Admiral? Do they call him
that?" she cried ooh, how nice, how
nice Of them! It is the younger men
who call him so, is it not?
Yes" said Dick, somewhat heavily.
"You can understand now," she
said, with an unspeal1able accent of
noble-minded pride, why
it is | do not choose to show my
sketch. Van Tromp's daughter! The
daughter! I delight in that
name The Admiral! And so you
know my father?"
WELL said Dick, Il met him Of
ten; we were even intimate. He may
have mentioned my name-Naseby."
s'He writes so little. He is so busy,
50 devoted to his art! I have had a
l&slf wish" she added laughing, "that
Father was a palmer man, whom |
AL. help-to whom I could be a
ait; but only sometimes you know,
4hd with only half my heart. For a
4Eeat painter! You have seen his
blass ?'s ~.
9lave seen some of them" return
As1 "a Sgk; ''they-they are very nice"
IS laughed aloud. 'Nice?" she
@peMd: Il see you don't care much
Y, ma much," he admitted; ''but |
EiSgNEthat many people are glad to
bus NJ Van Tromp's pictures"
~ Can him the Admiralr' she cried |.
ut sounds kindly and familiar; and |
like to think that he is appreciated
and looked up to by young painters.
He has not always been appreciated: