Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1886-07-31
- CCOMAC c. H. VA, SATURDAY, JULY 81 1885,

how she could have de .pise | any
love so honest and so true, AMI llel
recollection of clumsy Dick grew t.
he Il very kind aud gentle one.
Not tIlat her lot wsls us hard a-
that of many; indeed, the 3 'ncller>
were very kind to her. Her pupils
were good and afftctionate, with
the careless affection of children;
she had plenty TO eat and drink and
nothing to complain OF, except that
her life had passed her b5. She
tried to do her duty, to teach the
children we'll and wisely, to help
Mrs Boucher with her numerous
guests and society cares.
Tie house was to be full for re.
gatta. as usual,and Stella had prom
ised to give up her holiday till they
were all gone again. She WAS
writing notes for a great garden
party, when the littll girls sburstsin
upon her wildexcitement:7 -: 81
.'Oh, Miss Howard! only think!
Sir Richie is coming-ouriowlldeal
Sir Richie. Isn,5 1t loycly!" they
scEied, 81
ssAnd who may Sir Richie sD6Yn
inquired Miss Howard, very com
posetlIy. directing the envelope.
s.Not know our OWL Sir Richie9
Why, everybody knows him. He
plays tennis with us, and rowS us
on the lake, and buys u, d Ills!
Fancy, mamma, Miss Howard does
not know or own darling Sir
RIchie!m
"Miss Howard has been out OF
society 50 long that there is All ex-
cuse for her not knowing at least
the name of Sir Richard Fcllowes,"
responded Mrs. Boucher.
The pen rolled over upon the
newly addressed envelopes and
ruined two.
Sir Richard Fellowesi" was all
Miss Howard could gasp out.
Yes, the great inventor and civ
il engineer. He had his baronetcy
conferred IL few months ago, when
he finished his great railway line tc
Thibct; and he's just been stopping
at Osborne. Is it possible you've
never heard his name9 Why, he
was one of The lions OF last season
young, rich, and the fashion. Pm
lucky to get him here even for g
flying visit; but my husband and
he are old friends, and he is won
drrlulIy fond of the children. Car
it be YOU lave never heard Of him
reallys"
oil met him some years ago.
Stella managed to talter.
"Then people would think yot
fortunate. However, l fear yOl
WON'T have much chance to renes
your old acquaintance; Sir Richie
is such all object Of attention iron
both debutantcs and cliaperoneS
He is one OF the great parts of the
season, y66itl- know"
Aud Mrs. Boucher laughed a lit
tie goud-natured laugh.
Gladly would Stella have hidden
herself in her distant school-roou
chat night, and pleaded neuralgia
or any other synonym for Il broker
heart, rather tllan enter the crowd
cd drawing room, whence the soft
flow of voices and laughter t1oated
cut from the open windows over t.
her own room in the wing. But
Mrs. Boucher had told her they
would want some singing, and gov
ernesses must not indulge theil
feelings when other peoples enter
taiIment are at stake.
Stella'S heart seemed beating in
her ears as she entered the great
dr;lwing-roUm behind Il tray OF cot
fee cups, and hid herself i'll II shel
tered nook near the piano.
At first she could see nothing
clearly: the rose shaded lamps threw
So dim Il light; then she grew aware
Of a group of smiling, interested
people, all bestowiug their most
gracious smiles and attentions to a
tall figure in their midst. Could
that be Dick Fellowes-that broad
sLouldered man with the brown
mustache and closely cropped, curly
head, who moved and looked and
spoke like man confident of his
own powers, aud used to succeed
and please? Stella thought Of the
ill fitted garments of old days as
she noticed the shapely cut Of his
coat collarand the graceful self-pos
session in his every movement
Dick had red hands and big boots,
and suggested bull in d china
shop. Was there some mistake
after all?
A moment, and then be raised
his head, and she caught the old
merry smile aud the flash OF the
quick gray eyes; and half blinded
and bewildered with rush of re-.
collection, Stella made her way to
tile piano in obedience to Mrs.
Boucber'S smile and nod.
Why lad Mrs. Boucher asked
her 10 sing Golden Days?" 1t was
Dicks tavorte song long ago, and
Stella felt as if it would chofe her.
Her voice shook so that Mrs. Bou
cher's guests thought their hostess
had IA good deal over-praised her
govelness' style, and a Miss Yer
ney Dear by remarked to Sir Rich
ard Eellowes that she did not ad
miro that tremolo kind of manner
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