The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-10-30
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gentleman like Mr.. Neville.
4 With . frown and@a sob she flung
1 herself down upon the turf beneath 0
| shadowy tree and covered her dissatis-
fed face with her pretty hands. ,al &
How long she sat there she, never
knew. Before her the river wimpled
and sbabbled in the sunshine the
breezes waited the resinous scent of
i pine and juniper and the perfume OF
the locust trees about her; behind her
occasional hoofs and wheels stirred the
gray dust Of the steep and tortuous high
way. 0.,la-.'h q spIi' JHtfa-E@
But presently she was aroused by the
merry tones of two riders, with horses
painting and tagging as if exhausted by
a prolonged gallop up the river boule-
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Then suddenly there was a stumble
and thud, ana shrill, scared cry, and
| she sprang to her feet to perceive Mr..
Neville standing beside his fallen
saddle-horse, which lay struggling in
the stony, ascending road. t75y s3a,
! :. Ride on, my love, he was saying to
the handsome equestrienne who accom-
panied him. Ride on, and I shall
soon overtake you, when I shall have
brought this unruly brute to its senses,p
!. he muttered, as she passed on and
rapidly disappeared around a curve of
l
the hlly highway.
What succeeded Lillian never cared
to reca L; for moments, which seemed
ages, sue could only stare and SILVER at
the blows, the imprecations, the unrea-
soning passion which had transformed
the elegant and refined Mr.: Neville into
something infinitely more .ignoble than
any clod whom he had eyerpeen pleased
to desplse. 9ly 1os sautLs. J,-t
But i'll the midst of it ali. somebody
grasped his wrist, snatched the cudgel
from his hold, and tossed him aside like
feather. anIE, .0.wu1 HI, 10. -.-g
Neville" he. began slowly and
.sternly, "we don't pretend to be very
polished and sentimental hereabouts,
but we do claim to be merciful to the
beast dependent on the care OF men.
And so long as I have brain to think
or tongue to speak, just SO long do
mean to denounce such barbarous abuse
on helpless animals" '3 --l t''.
Mr.. Neville adjusted his disarranged
collar, and scowled at the stalwart young
fellow who had gathered q pile of
grasses to pillow the head of the fallen
horse, which was dead or dying-then
he drew forth an immaculate handker-
chief and daintily wiped the sweat from
his heated visage, and so sauntered
around the curve and was gone.
Beneath the shadowy tree Lillian had
stood unseen and unheard by either.
The little incident was revelation to
her, and her eyes brimmed with tears as
she silently gazed upon the lover against
whom she had felt so disdainful and
rebellious brief time before. ..rl
My Mark has the superior soul, the
nobler heart" she admitted to her con-
trlte SELF
Never again would she deem him
without sentiment and without feeling.
If he had homely and humorous trick
of making the sublime seem sometimes
ridiculous, he also certainly had the
ability to make possibly humane deed
seem almost sublime. .,.
In the midst of her reflections he
CHANGED to turn toward the shadowy tree
and to see her pathetically regarding
him. ~
"Why, Lii, haven't you recovered
from the caterpillar yet?" said he, noting
the tears wet ON her cheeks, and speak
ing in his characteristic fashion of
homelv humor
Lillian sighed and pouted as she
locked her pretty hands about his arm
and walked with him to the back of the
farmhouse. But she did not confess
that she had just recovered from some
thing rather more humilia ing than
what he had just mentioned, and that he
had just regained all the fond esteem of
her hayward little heart, a ..'a