The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-09-22
and evon stayed lor the family


Horribly unaristocntic he must thin
u.s. feared Mrs Morton. rs she esplaine
that the carly dinner enabled the servant
10 20 to church.
Liiilo Lord Pelham cared for her chatts
be was wholly occupied with the plai
face opposite to him,
In vain pretty Rose bridled Nad blush
ed, in vain she pceped up al hun With be
most bswitehing air. He was only con
scious of one fact about her, which wa,
that she snubbed her eltsr sister
SO did everyone else II appeared to hum
for when Lizzie veniured ramark- whicl
she rarely did-it was generally met with
Oh | dare say you think sol
The neighborhood began TO talk yer,
soon after this eventful Sunday in th'
Morton's life. Lord Pelham remained a
his friends Sir Harry Wells'-and came
so often to the lodge. eyinced such au in
terest in all Mr.. Morton's improvements
actually invited the boys TO his manor fol
the September shooting thai be seemed
almost like one OF the family.
One day in the early winter, when the
hedges were sparkling with the hoar frost.
aud the roads were beginning to harden,
Lord Pelham took his familiar way TO the
Lodge.
He was thinking, as he walked along, OF
many things about his intimacy there. and
his thoughts involuntarily turned to Liz.
zie. He went back in his mind to their
first meeting.
] declare, he said to himself. she never
gives me u chance to see what those eyes
are like. And how they do snub her at
home. to be surel Well, poor little thing.
she is worth hundred times more than
that pretty doll Rose will ever be-
He was walking briskly along, when his
attention was arrested by little figure
which, turning corner somo distance be-
fore him, was hurrying, almost running,
toward him.
Why, by Jovel he exclaimed, quicken
ing his steps, it Lizzie. What can be the
matter? ef-s.
And as they met, Lizzie with pale,
face, clung to his arm.
oh, Lord Pelham, she cried, breathless.
ly. I'm so frightened those horrid men
1 ran as hard as could. They actually
spoke to me. There they comel
As sho spoke band of trsmps turned
The same corner, evidently in high enjoy
ment OF her terror.
They begged, explained Lizzie aud /
was so frightned. never was spoken to
in the street before. ! never go alone
only Dame Brown is sick in the village,
and wanted to see me.
Lord Pelham was very indignant. He at
first thought he would expostulate with
the coming tramps; but feeling how un-
desirable it wonld be on her account, he
himself with placing her llttle
trembling hand on his arm, and casting
ierce looks at them as he passed.
Never mind, Lizziel he said, when, hav-
ng turned the corner, they were ont of
Tight. You don't feel frightened now-do
fou?
And he stood still and took both the
title shaking hands in his.
Oh, MOI said Lizzie, looking straight up
nto his face, and then at last he saw the
yes, the deep violet eyes, swimming in
ears, with their child-look OF trust and
dependence. know you will take care Of
ne
Lizzie! said his lordship, impulsively-
lizzie, want you to let me always take
are Of you. Be my wife Lizzie--my dear
title wife.
OH said Lizzie drawing her hands
way suddenly. You cant mean it. l
m so very plainl
However, he convinced her that he did
lean it, and the world has long forgotten
hat Lady Pelham was ever considered so
lain.
She has such lovely eyes you known,
Irs. Grundy says the rest of her face is of
o importance whatever.