The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-04-30

Selling it was more unlikely, for in the
depreciation of property she would
never get for it what would buy her
another half so good.
. So she and her girls were settled at
the Shore House, with streets OF la
borers' dwellings about them. There
was q vicarage half a mile of, and also,
there were two or three doCtOrs-dOC-
tors must settle, be the neighborhood
a poor or rich one-here is the full list
of the gentry of the locality.
Her relations thought Mrs. Lane,
with three manageable daughters
foolish to obey "old Sales will, but
she only smiled in her calm way, and
took her own course without any more
disturbance. After her husbands
death she had come to know ''old
Sale" and such affection as tho eCCen-
trio man had for human kind he gave
to her.
The house itself was Just the place
you might expect to see if youhad
driven in through old lodge-gates, had
rolled through venues of lOrdly elms,
and over green rulings Of messy turf.
There it was, square, red brick house,
with rows of shining windows framed
in stone, with no porch, but with a
heavily pedimented doorway at whose
side post hung an antique brass han.
die. Five Uroa0 steps rose from the
gravelled drive to this door; in front
was q small lawn and fower-beds; we
need not add that the spacious
expanse we have been saying
should have been was not there.
No. A high wall enclosed the garden,
a railway embankment looked down
upon it and upon a dusty high-street,
where shops were decidedly second
rate, and where, AS evening approached,
costermongers' barrows were wont to
congregate. 1t was a region the OPP
posite of a]ristOCratic, and the nightly
sounds Of shouting, as the costermong-
ers retailed their herrings and cabbag-
es and cheap oil-cloth were not of the
most musical.
No wonder Mrs. Lanes friends did
not care for the place. They declared
that a small suburban cottage would
be better far.
perhaps So" Mrs. Lanes said quiet
ly. But the cottage would cost me
sixty or seventy pounds a year, where
as here save all that, and the girls
move about so much more,
Il e that, but" and her sister
Gypsy Hill looked up and looked
and then looked round the real
ly fine drawing room.
But, you would say, we should not
get such rooms?" Mrs. Lane had a
spice OF quizzicalhumo underlyingher
Q%uietness.
Indeed. no; l was thinking of no
such point"
"But we really should not; and now,
so many years of colonial open
air life, must have space. The cos
termongers will not trouble us in the
winter-now, the windows are all
1t was summer, and one could hear
every sound-shouts of selling; SQUAD
bling of cross, tired children; the rat
thing of the chains of barges; aye, and
the rustling of the leaves of the trees
in the garden, and in the lull of other
even the soft swish of the in
tide against the old stone
of the Shore House.
Here Maud came in with a handful
OF rudy carnations for her aunt. The
smoke of factories did not prevent
their growing half-wild in the old gar
den. Maud was going off that evening
for a few days visit to Gypsy Hill, and
she meant to show that the Shore
House garden could do as well as any
the score of carnations. She was
q fair, yellow-haired girl, not by any
vulgarized by the Shore House
locality, but as sweet and refined as
any girl could be.
Bessie and Nan were the other two
dark girls both of them, and in that
like their father. Bessie was home on
ly that very day from a weeks stay
in London. Nan was the stay-at-
home daughter.
The August evening drew on. Aunt
Mary had driven off in a cab with
Maud, and the usual course of things
drifted on. The river-breezes, soften
ing the blaze of daytime, anne now to
be chilly, and the windows were closed.
Then Nan sat down to the piano-the
girl played unusually well-and the
two others each took a book. Pre-
tence for both of them! Mrs. Lane
never even found her place, but open
ing the volume, and fixing it on her
knee, with her hand on it's open page,
she began to say: Had Bess seen
such a person? heard how such anoth-
or was upttiup On2
And Bessie answered-answered
quite distinctly, but nevertheless In
such q way as her mother detected to
be a new way. The girl was thinking
of something outside her words, and
as she answered she carried her book
to the window, seemingly 50 interested
in it's contents as to be unableto spare
q moment for what her mother want
ed-a nice chat. She had by mistake
taken nm adictionary which Maud haC