Daily Republican., 1885-06-05

Baked beams, pumpkin pies and
ioughnuts. Ugh !"
Miss Chessington's dainty nose was
tip. tilted to an alarming degree, as her
eyes swept with disdainful stare
through the large, CHEEKY old fashioned
room into which she had just been ush-
cred.
The open windows were hung with
white dimity curtains looped hack
with pale blue ribbons; the bare floor
wa scrubbed to snowy Wilderness, and
dotted here and there with soft, velvety
rugs.
An old-fashioned square plano, with
spindling legs, occupied a coy nook
near one OF the windows tie room was
furnished with a suit of simple furni.
ture, made for use rather than show.
There was an open fire place at one end
of the apartment, filled now With odor-
Gus green pine boughs-the season for
fires being for the present past-and
over TIE whole room rested an air of
quaint, sweet simplicity, in which a
poet or lover of nature would instinc.
lively rejoice.
But Clara Chessington was not a poet.
and as for nature, "a primrose by the
rivers brim" was nothing bat a com
mon field flower to her and not to be
compared with the beautiful and artis-
tic artificial productions of Madame
fashionable milliner and mo.
diste.
MissChessinPton had not come to this
quaint Row England farmhouse to
study nature.
The truth was, that nights of dancing,
and theatre and opera, and all the rest
that 60 to make up the existence of a
fashionable woman-a leader in society
bad begun to tell upon the lad 3 deli
cate physique.
She was worn out with fashionable
dissipation; and 30 the wise old physi-
clan, who was finally called in to dag.
nose her case frankly declared, adding
that she must have perfect rest aud
quiet. No trip to the White Mountains;
no sojourn at watering place-be II
ever 30 retired-but plain, country
living, in breezy old town of which
he knew, hidden away at the foot OF
the Berkshire Hills, and by the world
| forgotten.
In vain Clara Chessington protested.
DIR. Wise was not misnamed he was
thoroughly aware of the exigencies Of
hOi CtiSc, anu lAllJ W udtt
his own way. He ended by sending
and to-day she had just arrived at Nj rs
Greyson's-the lady in whose:house the
doctor had secured board for her.
She had not gone into exile alone
Guy Chessingtop, her only brother, had
accompanied her to EVERY, "to kill
time" he had explained, when question
ed by his fashionable friends. But there
| were some among the number who
knew better who we're able to read
between the lines, and felt positive that
Marian Lyell was at tho bottom of Guy
Chessington' voluntary lexile-Marian
Lyell, the belle and beauty-reigninG
favorite of the season.
| Cold az ice, and hard hearted as only
a professional coquette can be; and YET
Guy Chessington had fallen deeply.
desperately in love with her; had vowed
that to gain her smiles hs would sacri.
fics life itself; and had cond ucted him.
self after the most approved fashion OF
lovers. But all in vain. She listen ed
in polite silence; that at least, q woman
Is bound to do when a man lays at her
feet his life, his hopes, his entire future.
But when she had listened until she
was tired OF his rh8psodies, she had
gazed full into his face (not bad face
to look at, L can assure YOU'D and her
voice took on its coolest infection;
as she quietly but firmly gave him his
congo.
| OF course Guy was quite bralsen.
hearted. He raved and TORE, anu de-
ported himself like a mailman, ending
| with q sudden rash resolution to accom-
pany his sister to Everly. Clara was
devoutly thsnktul for her brother 4
society, for the summer stretched out
before her-long, hot, and unbearably
idull. She tlled two trunks with The
cast-of fiuery of last summer (good
enough for EVERY, she declared), and
they stood now for the first time in Mrs
Greyson's best ROOM
| Baked beans, pumpkin pies and
ughnuts." repeated Guy, wondering
ly. surely, Clara, this fine old plac.
should not call up suuh associations.
"Rine old place" she cried scorn-
fully. Well, yes, it is old enough
| Away back before the flood, l shoul6
imagine"
And then she turned abruptly as sh,
became conscious Of the entrance of {
stranger-a tall, dignified woman o
middle age-attired in a plain black
| lawn uAceos WAN udilty Whit'
apron.
81 am Mrs. Greyson," the woman
began by way of introduction. "I hope
Miss Chessington, y on, will he recon ciiet
to our homely surroundings sufficient.
to remain with us while"
Clara forced herself to reply, intro
duced her brother, and sank into low
willow rocker, quite overcome with
fatigue She looked so pale and ex-
,lausted that Mrs. Greyson flew to briol
her glass of wine. Real old port, i
was, too and sip of it brought ting,
of color to Clara's pale cheeks. Aud al
they sat there, all of a sudden q voic,
came floating through the open door
a sweet, fresh contralto-singinl
,sweetly.
! Guy Chessir gton glanced into his sis
RS face with wondering surprise, TO
the song was selection from the oper'
! of" Lucia" and exquisitely rendered
In Italian. Mrs. Greyson arose ant
closed the door.