Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1884-12-05

Moy-Moy Farrars; she lives with nc.
l brought her on this journey for n
change, poor thing! She has not been
wellp
The kindled fire had not died out of
Gabriel Hertford's face; his brows re-
mained flushed.
GAS you were saying, my dear aunt,
in your goodness, must work-yes, /
will go with you; l will try to serve you
we'll"
A groom in livery came up the car
riage-walk, leading a young colt
Send some of the fellows about to
tell Saunders to put up things for a
journey. am going away. Things to
last for long stay"
'My goodness2" Miss Penfeld stared ;
''is that the way you do3 How shall you
manage about the house2 You take
things somewhat cool, l must say"
"Ah, the house-that is already fur
nished with an occupant-an old fellow
with his wife; you see, they do things
quickly in these cases. I have only to
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"Well, I declare" Miss Penfeld
gasped, "to go and leave everything, my
poor boy am glad thought to come
for you; my place is not so fine as this,
but guess l am about as well off. You
don't catch me putting my money in the
bank just for sake of losing it. Moy,
child, comew
''Is this my cousin, too2" Gabriel
asked, looking at the fair vision with the
wonderful depth of still sweetness in her
eyes, standing there with her white lilies
across her arm.
''No, she is not your cousin; she is
well, it's no matter who she is."
Gabriel was capable of reading q
meaning between words sometimes; in
this case he fancied that his aunt meant
to express: "She's nothing to you, sir"
y 4
That one year of his life passed at
Miss Penfeld's home, called by her the
Bowerie, was an experience Gabriel
Hertford never forgot or underrated. 1t
was an education; five hundred acres,
all clear rolling plain, soft flowing river
and noble forest. The wild, glad life
suited his strong, poetic nature; the
long gallop from place to place; the
gusty wind in his ears; the voices of
men at work; the skies above him; the
grass below him.
To Gabriel's surprise, Barker, the man
whom he had superseded, staid on in
Miss Penfeld's employ; he had accepted
an inferior post with a scant salary, and
Gabriel was not slow to perceive that
the man was doing himself an injustice
filling it; the fact was patent that David
Barker was scholar; he was also man
of spler didly developed powers of keen,
flashing wit and proud temper. Why
was he staying there, thus3
himself Rc had Koafnd Oft GGtthF65t t%65 tnfRastte nfRastteI5d I5d
mysterious handwriting came to flow
along the walls and write.
First, David Barker was in love wi h
Moy.
Second, Miss Penfeld was afraid of
David Barker; she did not wish to
offend him, but she wished to get rid of
him.
For Gabriel was witness to a scene
that moved him profoundly. He was
sitting in the deep window of the
morning-room where Miss Penfelds s
desk was, and he was looking over some
accounts while waiting for his mistress !;
the curtain dropped, hid him from view,
and he did not look out when Barker en-
tered. Just in that moments pause and
silence an opposite door opened to ad-
nit Miss Pentield. With a little MUIR
muir the lady came forward to David,
handing him an open letter.
"Just read that, David" she said,
rather exultantly.
With quiet look he read the letter,
and then returned it to Miss Penfeld.
eyes, it's very grand thing" he
said Miss Penfeld turned pale.
"You-you will accept the - the
chance, won't you2 You won't let such
an offer pass"
"No; shall not accept it,"
"Oh, why-why not7'
"Because | wish to stay here"
"To stay here Oh, David, it's no
place for you. Go-go where you can
do better" Then she clasped her hands
together. 81 beseech you to go and
leave us in peace!"
The man laughed out aloud long,
bitter laugh.
"You want me to go so much2 Well,
I will go on one condition-tha Moy
goes with mel Give me Moy for my
wife! You tell me to go to where can
do better, Miss Penfeldl" His words
were like iron missiles dropped in Mary
Penfeld's heart. "Tell me where that
place is; where can do better than on
my own land2-for this is mine. l own
the Bowerie; my title is older than
yours; have got it, proved and sure.
But'-he advanced toward her; his
words hung over her like threatening
leash-"I'll destroy it-as sure as there
[ is blue sky above us, I'll destroy it in
your sight; I'll give up every scrap of
title, if you'll give me Moy."
lie stopped white with passion. Miss
, Penfeld stood with her hands covering
her bowed face The silence was terri
ble it seemed to beat about these two
, actors like waves of heavy sea running
over them. Gabriel sat silent; he did
not dare to stir now; his great fear was
, that he should be discovered.
Finally Miss Penfed looked up.
"Moy, give you Moy!" she murmured,
wonderingly. "Why, man, the child
, does not love you"
q "Never mind; I've love enough fol
two. I'll teach her to love me-"
The words seemed coarse, but there
: was hot fever in the tone.
9 Miss Penfeld at this lifted her dropped
E head; some spark of proud temper lii
e her eye; she Strengthened her tall form
"Moy, my little fair Moy3 You will
G give me the Bowerie if give you Moyp
9 She had this while been carrying il
] her hand beautiful white, broidereG
! handkerchief-a beautiful, costly triAe
: With strong fingers she now tore i
through the middle, straight across, from