Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-08-15
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glanced az the wtnddw.
"Not one word, not one breath" she
whispered, clasping her hands entreat-
ingly. at is secret. Nobody knows.
My father would never forgive Hark!
there is the carriage, and l must rush oil
To dress for dinner"
She was gone before ne could say another
word He went out after her, and met
Sir Allan and his wife In the hall
Sir Allan had retired from the army ten
years ago, upon the death Of his father,
from whom he inherited Darnel Manor
and half dozen Of the best farms in the
Vale Of the White Horse. He had retired
invalided, and he vas slightly lame even
now from the effects Of bullet in Cabul.
Weldon Stukely and he had been together
at EtOn, rs brother officers had fought to-
gether at Crimea, and had borne the heat
and burden of the Indian mutiny. They
had been comrades and friends in the
golden days of youth, and they loved each
other like brothers. Their meeting was
full Of quiet tenderness, undemOnstrative,
as became two EnGlishmen.
Weldon, my wife" said Sir Allan, and
the colonel turned to greet Lady DarneL
She was beautiful woman, in the prime
of womanbnod, just eleven years Sir AL
ian's junior The tall, graceful figure, the
finely cut features, low, broad brow, and
dark gray eyes had a look of quiet dignity
which well became the mistress of Darnel
Manor. Not a woman this for the county
to cut, thou Eht Welden Stukely. Not a
woman 10 awaken suspicion i'll the minds
of the most punctiliOus of village rectOrs,
OF the most prejudiced Of squires She
looked like woman born to command
homage. to inspire affection; an ideal wife
and mother
She was SIMPLY dressed: more plainly
than woman Of her station are wont to
dress upon public occasions; but the finely
nodded figure, the beautiful face, gave i'm.
portance to the black foulard gown and
neat little black chip bonnet. People at
Darnel had all idea that everything Lady
Darnel wore came direct from Paris, and
that this simple attire of hers was more
costly than other peoples flnery.
Catch a woman Of that stamp saving
isr husbands money" they said TO each
other over their afternoon teacups.
'T am told that Mason charges five-and
thirty pounds for a foulard gown like thai
Lady Brumhus.
IHt Sp"h Was ~
little dressmaker in Pimlicn,
who had worked for Lady Darnei
when she was Mrs. Stuart; but the county
had its own sources of information, which
were almost always false.
~WelcOme to the Manor" said Sir Allan's
wife, with her haad in the cnloners. 81
hope you are going to stay with US for II
long time
s4T l.. l. l. sfo,- th
he finds a snug little place Of his own
within n couple of miles, and that he will
settle down there for the rest Of his life, ="
said Sir Allan.
In one of his latest letters the colonel
had talked Of wanting TO buy place near
his friends. His period of service was
over, had been extended to the uttermost
limit by especial privilege; but that limit
was past, and the stalwart soldier, in the
prime of manhood, had to lay aside his
sword, or turn it into plowshare.
"Yes, Allan, mean to settle near you
II can, and look after my goddaughter
That is about the only business l can find
in life henceforward"
"UnIess You follow my example" said
Sir Allan, cheerily.
Lady Darnel had left them. Sir Allan
conducted his old chum to the rooms thai
had been prepared for him-bedroom
dressing room, and study-three of tn,
prettiest rooms in the spacious old house
a study with bow window overlooking
the pastoral side Of the park, where Lady
Darnels particular herd Of Jersey cow
browsed peacefully in the low western
light, fetlock deep in the rich grasses Of
late summer The bow window had beeI
broken ont thirty years before, and was
considered blot, from an architectural
point of view, but it made that cozy little
study the incest room in the house.