The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1882-12-17

lUl'ItAltt tilltlftU ~
,,wnuio love mat you're so ttchl
iIghta nre In the kitchen,
Or tho little god OF marriage
Turn the suit, spit, sritY''
ct might lie sunicient for the kitchen fire, hut
scarcely Tor the drawing-room,' answered Milly,
"Ah! m1 bcile, you must have all the rooms "
your cottage well warmed, or cupid viii catch cold
aud die OF influenza our niuetccnth century
dcties are SO posaic ~ added Miss Buckley scnten-
Uously, Then, rather inconscquently she asked
" How do you ike MIR verschoyiey'
81 like him immensely, ~ answered Milly, aud
hope io' II remember the heggar at his gales and
send us some prtrldges " added the practical young
gourmet.
Anthony Norscioylc was lord of tho manor aud
cnylcd owner OF Sherborne Chase y delightful rcd
hrlck old mansion of tho days Of Queen Anne; and
MISS buckley was his tenant, occupying the quaint
UNCOVERED tower-house lust outside the pOnderous
wrought iron gates.
As Mltly kissed her aunt before going upstairs 10
met coy bed room, that astuto woman Of the world
lightly touching oteve's shabby little turquoise,
marked carelessly;
= DON hini your father would like to see this
Mllly."
Papa never objected, '' pleaded the young lady
All, your papa never notices that sort of thing -
said aunte, with an amable contempt for the short
s,ghteiness OF the general run OF papas aud Of Mr.
~, man" ~ p',S,cu'ar NV wliI Vols tay3f 10
VI Is always bad form, you know, ~ she added ''tO
parade an ngagement-espocially when IT'S so In
eligible, ~ subloincd Miss buckley mentally.
So Mily dutfully locked up her treasure rejecting
with penslye sigh on the general " contrariness'
In other respects some OF Mllly's wishes were
speedily realized. She was In the drawing room on
the following afternoon, playing softly to herself
aud had Just begun Schumann's dreamy pathetic
''Ttaumerel, ~ when Anthony Nerschoyle walked
IN With the ease Of an old friend who needed not to
be announced. lie explained rather deliberately to
Miss buckley, who was knitting at the open window
In state OF sleepy conteutment, that he had lust
called In, on his return from "a successful davis
shooting TO bring some birIs. he alec hnnd ~ AZ
Miss bland felt none the worse tor her journey.
"Of course she is none the worse Miss Buckley
"a IA laN Ifn U.NI
that Mllly's health Is matter OF perfect Indifference
to You, aud that you only came In for cup OF my
believe that your crusty old housekeeper ever gives
you decent cup; II Is impossible that woman with
sucl, an undenlabe beard could accomplish that es
sentially feminine task
Mr. Verschoyle admitted that Miss Buckley tea
was an Irresistible temptation at that moment though
" the other telowsN would blow him up for desert
ing them.
''My friends came down yesterday he ex-
planned; I" aud should have come with them only
that North train was late rs usual at Upcott juno
tlon-a most fortunate accident, ~ he added "as 1t
gave me the pleasure OF meeting Miss Band.''
away your cigar, " said Miss Bland. with demuro
smile.
~ did not then know of the compensatlons In store
Tor me- " smiled MIR. Ncrschoyle; land yen did
not appear to think me an unalloyed blessing"
,,,S NS, indeed, " admitted Mllly eandidy; ~
leaders, YOU would be demanding my money or my
life. ~
Mr. Vorschoyle thought that the coy dover house
drawing room had never appeared delightful, and
he mentally contrasted 1t with the chil splendor OF
the disused room ut the Chase, with Its glorles
shroudnl in ghoStly holland
The trio sitting there In the soft afternoon light
were worthy Of their surrOundings-the hostess her
self, with her bright, intellectual air, with the UNI
usual contrast OF eyebrows and snow-white hair,
brushed oil the low, broad forehead and shaded by
rich black lace knotted with French grace under the
firmly rounded chin; Anthony Voyschoyle, In his
light shooting suit looking perfect specimen
OF high-bred English gentleman, and Milly, IN her
fresh pink cambrlr with softly-tinted Gloire de
Dion rose In her best herself