The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-01-11
CLARE.

Georgia l fear you must put of
going to Brighton for the present,
unless you will 60 with the child
ren without me. After ali, why
should you not do that, and take
the governess with you?"
Mrs. Sanderson raised her large
handsome eyes to her husbands
face, and stopped in the act of filling
the breakfast cups. "What can
you mean, Walter ?" she said slow
ly. Il do not quite understand.
Why must go to Brighton without
your"
Because my dear, / must run
down to Scotland instead. My
mother wants me-"
"Oh your motherm and a slight
cloud came over her usually
calm face. She had not met
with many disappointments in
her marriage life as yet, and she
had been looking forward tor some
time to this visit to Brighton.
"Yes: she writes that she would
like me TO 90 down as soon as
can"
as she i'll, or what? Does she
give no reasen?"
'-Well, no; | can't say she does I;
but imagine somehow il is some
something about Clare"
''Clare! / dare say it is. What is
she doing now? OF course, you
know, Walter, that l never interfere
in your private family concerns
but in my opinion, you should
strongly advise your mother just to
give her her own way. A very
short time of nursing in an infirma-
~ weuld completely cure her of
that whim. She is not at all the
kind Of girl for that sort of thing,
brought up as she has been, every
one yielding to her. and running
wild all over your fathers estate
followed by half a dozen dogs, and
getting her own way in everything.
| believe it would do her great
deal of good to go as a nurse to an
infirmary."
Il have no doubt you are right;
but l am certain my mother would
never agree to it. Let me see. This
is Thursday. ! could go down on
Saturday, and be back again by
Wednesday morning early. That
would give me three clear days
there, and bring me home in time
TO take you to Brighton on Thurs
day. That was the day you intend
ed going, at any rate"
And so it was arranged. Mr..
Sanderson travelled down TO Scot
land the following Saturday, in ODE
dience to his mothers summons.
He had already decided that some
new freak of his sister was at the
bottom of the whole thing, and
therefore, though annoying to his
mother, not likely to be at all diff
cult to manage.
1T all comes from girls being
brought up at home. Ifthey could
go to public schools like boys, and
get all the nonsense taken out of
them, it would be thousand times
better. A girl like Clare, living con-
stanly home with her mother and
is sure to take the bit
into her own keeping, and rule over
everybody. / have half q mind to
bring her back with me, and keep her
until she tails in love with some
one. That would be the best tonic
for her restlessness.
When this long railway journey
was ended, he found himself stand
ing on the platform of the dreary
little side station, being hugged and
in the most affectionate
and open manner by his sister, a
tall, handsome girl, who utterly
disregarded tie presence OF coun-
try woman, who, setting down the
largest of her many parcels and
bundles, stood looking on with un-
disguised curiosity at this nantes
tation of affection amongst the
"You darling old boy! I'm SO
awfully glad 10 see you," said Clare.
1T is too nice for you to run down
and see us in this way. Come
along. Mamma will be in fever
until we get back again; for am
driving Frisky and Bolter to-day. !
Well be at home in no time. Man,
ma wished to send the carriage
but l would MOI. hear of it. Is your
luggage all right? Oh, have you a
six pence for the boy who has been |
holding their heads? Frightened
little animal he looks, doesn't he?
o, yes; we are all well. How are
YOU all, Georgia and the children
You should have brought them
with you. Why didn't you? How
ever, it is too delicious to haye you
ali to ourselves"
An unceasing flow of light-heart-
ID affectionate talk convinced Mr..
that he had been doing
MS sister a great wrong in looking
upon her as the cause Of his hurried
ourney and as he regarded her
sitting beside him so bright and
happy, driving her mad little po
nies with reckless speed up hill and
down dale, over stones and round
making the bleak moor
ing with her pealing laughter
whenever they encountered aseverer