The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1883-05-03

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another color.
another letter of Maria's ran. "The
wind is giving me quite a color. Ishall
turn out pretty before you know it.
l am already. The air is so clear, you
think you are on wings. I wish Mar
garet were here. Ireally think it would
do her good. 1t would do her good,
too, to have a little of this gay life. 1t
really enlarges and opens your horizon.
Mrs. Cecil now has yachted up under
the Midnight Sun. When she tells me
about it, I feel as If I had, too. She
las told me all about the Temple
Gardens in Cornwall, Sir Guys place
you were so interested in my mention
of him, that 1 will tell you-running
down to the shore. and quenching all
their flaming blossoms in the silver ~ash
of the sea there. A fine old Elizabethan
place, the mansion is, she says, ivy
covered, with all its quadrangles and
courts and wings and stacked chimneys
and stables. On the walls of the long
hall every Lady Temple, one after the
other, for how many years I can't say,
makes room for the next Think
of hanging up your picture there, to
look out on the world long after your
eyes are dust in their sockets! There
are some haunted diamonds in the
family, too. Did you ever hear of such
a thingP Along the year of the mar
rage of the heir they blaze like bon
fires, with a white light far eclipsing
their real ~lustre; and just before the
death of a Temple they blaze again with
a baleful red torchlight, and they are
dull and ordinary diamonds, not par
ticularly well cut. Mrs. Cecil limited
to me that they were blazing like
comets when Sir Guy sent them to the
bankers just before he sailed. SirGuy
is very democratic, and doesn't like
titles-almost ready to drop his own,
and would if the others would. He told
Mrs. Cecil, if ever she met him in
America, to call him plain Colonel, and
she promised. But she has told me all
about him.. She used to think he would
marry Miss Arundel, her sister. Miss
Arundel is very pretty and bushes like
a peach when you speak to her"
People get intimate so quickly in
such places said Kate.
"a great piece of folly" said Mamma
Dilloway at this point of the letter.
ITO think of dropping his fathers title
"a title won centuries ago. These
democratic notions! AS for my opin-
ion, there is something in the stability
of the British Government that more
than compensates for the differences in
caste. And as for those very differ
ences." said Mrs. Dilloway, looking out
the window and over the rainy fields,
pausing a moment to think of the con-
trast between such an outlook and that
of Sir Guy Temples gardens, 81 will
admit that it always was irksome to me
to shake hands with the tradespeople."
"Oh mamma, mammal cried Kate.
when you know how glad you would
be this minute if Fred had a place with
our grocer!"
81 don't know anybody, Kate" said
Mrs. Dilloway, severely, "who has the
faculty you have of obtruding the vul-
garity of every day upon the ideal. If
the contemplation of the marriage of
your sister with a British nobleman af-
fords me pleasure, / don't see why you
should interfere with it, especially as
we should her go and live with her.
and became English people ourselves
to all intents and purposes. Lady
Temple-Lady Temple and then,
as she saw the girls laughing
she broke into a merry laugh her
self-the first laugh that had been seen
on her face for years, let it be said.
In the week before a fresh letter came
the Dilloway family had nearly worn
the last to shreds. But at length Mann
ma Dilloway tore open another, and
having learned that Brooks was well,
had nearly cleared up the books, and
was busy with his interest in the opera
tions out there, ran hastily into its
gossip.
'What does she mean about those
operations?" she asks, looking back
with a second thought.
20, the little mine he happened on,
don't you re~collect, when he first went
out; great piece of good luck, Maria
said; doesn't come to one in a thou
sand. That may make Dur fortunes
yet"
.'If we wait for a Colorado mine to
make our fortunes'-began Mrs. Dillo-
way, with majesty.
"We might as well make them our
Selves" said Kate. "Come, come,
mamma-the news about Colonel Sir
Guy TempleP"
"Colonel Sir Guy Temple" said Mrs.
Dilloway solemnfy, sis engaged to
marry your sister Maria"
1t seemed to Kate as if a-voice had
added: "Let US pray" And there
was dead silence for a moment or two.
81 feel" said their mother, s'that it
is too tremendous an event to read
about in our usual light way. But it is
not the Englishman, it is not the title, it
is not the place by the Cornish. seal
would rather, really rather, there were
none of that about it all. Iwould, on
the whole, rather give her to one of our
own c~ountrymen. In spite of things l
may have said, / can see that this may
separate us more widely than distance
or the "a. l shall find it hard to sur
render her; and so will you. ALI that
gives a tinge of sadness to the joy. But
it is a comfort, an ~unspeakable COM
fort, to think that even che of my chill
diem is to be established in ease and
safety. l could prefer it were that little
mine developed into wealth, that would
let her and Brooks have all they WI nted,
and let us still have them. But it is a
great. deal to be grateful for, as it is. 1t
doesn't strike her so, though, at all.
You will see that she treats it in rather
a frivolous way. But that is naCural to
youth and joy, 1 suppose" And, in
spite of her little speech, Mamma Dillo-
ways face was wreathed with smiles as
she read:
"'Well, to come to something really
important. You remember of course,
all 1 have written you from time to
time about Colonel Sir Guy Temple,
who has served in India, and has the
Victoria Cross, and all thatp Well, be
is going home to England. Perhaps he
is tired of b1ffalo-hunting, perhaps he
has brought down better game. At any
rate, he will take his wife with him.
Mamma, l never was so surprised. But
l must wait till l see you. And 1 don't
really feel as if L had told you anything
about the Colonel, after all. 1t would
be difficult to say how much I am in
terested; how enchanting it all is!
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