Daily Los Angeles herald., 1884-05-07
lakeside Musings.
lChicago tribunal

that we're hoarse with agony, that
June evening, as she rushed into
the servants room of Brierton
villa, and asked the question with
which this chapter opens.
"He has gone TO the mill pond,
my lady" said Nannette Mcclure,
the French bonne, who was the
childs nurse. "He would not
remain here, even when ] told
him that you had forbidden him
to go.p
"very WE'LL" said Ethlyn. II
will wait for him at the edge Of
the lawn. He will be sure to re-
turn that way and going forth
into the dusk Of the evening, she
soon reached the place mentioned.
A June bug drifted with careless
grace across the horizon, and as
Ethlyn stood there Watching it in
dreamy, idle fashion, her
thoughts wandered back to the
days OF her childhood - those
dresmlands, when oil the world
seemed filed with pleasure, and
life held naught Of sorrow or dis-
appointment or care.
How distinctly every little in
cident OF her life at that moment
came back to her, this June even
ing, as she stood beneath the
locust trees-with what faithful
ness of the detail was every men
tai picture limned2 The annual
Summer visit to the farm in the
country, the rambles in the dell
and woodland, in pretty wales
where the flowers grew thickest,
and by the side of the little stream
that seemed like thread Of silver
in setting of green, so iimpid
were its waters and so bright their
sparkle. And then the romps in
the meadow, where the sweet.
smelling hay was being tossed
about by the men, and the rides
to the barn on the top of the
great loads placed on the wagons
with such carel And then, as the
train Of her thoughts sped swiftly
on and on, Ethlyn saw herself
again-no longer brown-faced,
strong-limbed girl, in whose
cheeks there was always the glow
Of health, but a tall, stately beauty,
with cheek OF damask and breath
Of balm. Another night in June
came before her eyes--a night
that no years of pleasure would
efface from her mind, Before her
stood young man-her equal
socially, and against whom nothing
could be said. She had seen him
loving her more and more, until
admiration had grown into friend
ship, and friendship into a
desthless passion. And wher
Jasper Redington had told
her of his love-had spoken
with the faltering eloquence of
true affection, she had refused
him as coolly and with as little
concern as if he we're a beggar
asking for aims, and seen him 90
away heart-broken. And in the
days that followed there had come
to her vague rumors of the dissi-
patton in which he was indulsing.
until at last, taking up the paper
one morning, she read of his sui
cide-of how the red blood from
the pistol wound in his head had
soaked into the curly brown hair
she had once admired 80 much
and how the features we're con-
torted with pain even in death.
1t was horrible, sjckening expe-
rience to be obliged, by the all
powerful stimulus of an ever
present memory, to go over so
often the details OF that episode
in her life, and no wonder that as
she thought Of them, Ethlyn
McNulty's face grew white with
an anguish, and the lines of her
face we're tense with agony.
And feeling thus, it was that
she heard footsteps on the gravel
that led through the lawn, and
an instant later little Kenneth
had seen her and flung himself
into her arms.
"Were you watching for me,
mamma ?" he asked. at was
wrong for me to go away without
telling you"
"Yes, my darling" said Ethlyn;
''mamma was very anxious about
her little boy-very anxious, in
deed,' and taking him by the
hand, she started for the house.
"Does mamma love Kenneth p
he asks, as they walk along.
"You know do, precious one"
she answers.
''And will she give him some
thing before he goes to bed p
YES" replied Ethlyn.
"And what will it be?
81 will give you, said Ethlyn,
ga spanking that will make your
hair stand up"
Half an hour later the heir of
Brierton lay on his stomach fast