The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-05-23
JUST LIKE ARGENTINA.


ing" Nelly Fairfield thought, laying
down the three volumes OF "A Dead
Mystery" She had read Lady Damp
sticks Doom, and "Lurid Lightning"
and Green-Grey Eyes" and 1.-THE One
Legged Witch, three volumes each, o.
the most blood-curdlIng description that
the village library could supply.
NeIly's taste in romance was not of
the highest. She liked TO have her
blood curdled. And as the fouf weeks
of her country visit had been necessarily
wet she had trotted her young friend
and hostess, Mary Marsh. in the pony
trap every se,ond day to the village
library in search of the wierd and mys-
terious. At the end of her months
visit to DaIkleigh Court, Nelly's fair
and curly little head was bewildered by
three pulling discoveries-that Hubert
Marsh, Mary's obliging brother. was
desperately in love with her insignifi-
cant little self: that the country was a
compound OF gray sky, rain. and mud.
whatever the poets said to the contrary I;
and that Enthusiastically Argentina,
the last heroine-could cry without
spoiling their violet ewes and their
pretty little noses, and that they had n
habit OF gliding and hiding. Argentina
often did; and Nelly was beginning to
fee. Just ike Argentina since the heir Of
DIrkleigh Court had begun to do her
chivalrous service from morning till
night TO win n word or a smile.
Hubert Is like Lord LOCKWOOD in y
Dead Mystery, she told Mary Marsh.
As they went down arm-in-arm, ready
to see new guest at dinner-a great
event in a weather-bound country
couse.
He has black hair and eyebrows. and
there the likeness ends" said dumure
Miss MaIy, with a smile. We don't
want Hubert to be a forger. or a high
wayman, or q corsair. or what ever IL
was-not like Lord LockwoOd-thank
you!"
But do ike a man to have some
thing mysterious-someth grand
as il he we're able"
TO STAY somebody limited Mary.
That would be romantic and out OF the
common"
''Oh, no. >" said Nelly helplessly: but
l can't explain. Hubert looks adven-
turous. He might have been courtier
IN the old times, and helped in secret
councils. and"
Planned the smothering OF princes.
and all that" laughed Mary. Poor
Hubertl l did not know what a bad
opinion you had of him. Nelly"
Nelly drew away her arm. and tried
desperately to explain, but they had
reached the last step OF the stairs, and
the new guest was taking of his coat in
the hall.
He was a big-eyed. big-mustached,
burly man, with a sort OF cousinly ike
ness TO a bull dog. lie was afterwards
introduced as our friend GobblecOck.
who has come from London 10 spend a
day or two with Hubert"
There was also at dinner that day a
neighbor OF Darkleigh Court-a hand
some young fellow, sir Harry Give
who took the world easy. His chief
pastime was twiriing the ends OF his
rnustacbe, and his only troubles in life
we're laying foundation-stonesand grac-
ing the platform NJ public meetings.
His occupations ranged from lawn
tennis in summer 10 sieighiug u winter.
and driving four INLAND. He called
Miss Marsh Mary" and she called him
Harry they had known each other
since he painted new compilations on
her dolls IN his Eton holidays. and since
her baby hands stitched the calico that
sail ed his ship. Now. when boys and
girls begin as playmates. they often only
end IS friends; new faces and new ways
have some day mysterious attraction
that the too well known lace had not.
Sir Harry Give stood by the window
that night, curling his nusiache on his
finger, and enjoying Nelly s chatter with
little Robin Marsh, on her theory of
Bluebeard having possibly been the
wicked uncle" mentioned in the Babes
in the Wood
HE cduldn't have been their uncle" -
said the small boy. because there were
never any babes N reality: aud It's al
story
"0h. yes. there were babes = there
were; il is q positive fact, said Nelly,
truly enough. The little boy looked
bexildered, and SIR Harry burst into =
laugh, and watched the pretty girl as
steadily as little Robin did. .r,rl
z Hubert Marsh disappeared from the
groap at the lgipdoF, II he wss after
ward seen in the garden. kicking the
gravel and smoking cigar. Poor fell
lowl There are Big boys that snlk in
this upside doTn world Of ours.
rYou darling little mitei You don't
believe in Bluebeard, either. Wait till
-
demure and -diiligent. looking round
from her iace-uork.
Master Robin looked straight across
the room 81 bic Mr.. Gobbecock. Ii WAS
. look OF inquiry; he had his doubts. !
Luckily the friend from London was
not looking fhstzay. He had made a
thousand apologies, saying he Would
not ask-xseh- -EaTo- except in an old |
friends house. and they lad all clam
ored excuse and assent; and he had |
begged for little table To- I'm sell N am
out-of thesray corner ef, the ,dtSring=
room, and Spreading news pers-fhere
and iarer 4,ookzaiI c1f o. his black
lesther bag besssfto wer -stadiOdsiy.
firing remarks AL tfk while like stray !
shots into TIE cnnFer ation. and paving
attention 70 what osefyone 5ss.S sayiisg.l
Il would DO Il in anot her room Il yon /
wonld let me 20. hsSaids thur as You
will not exile Ine-yoA are too gooc--Il
shall be frec and at your skersisf- N one
half hour"
Mr.. Marsh earned on tie talk about 4
stories from The poinf ~'here his daugh 4
ter had lettit.- z-c-r