The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1886-11-24

SUI. l1iiSAES. Was poiA l1iei
ATTY years ago.
Tie Imam laughed.
<'lou re Il dry one" he said, tipp!ns
his hat; You don't look TO be thirty.
'.!'nl glad Ludovic has taken 4 fame,
10 you, le said. sinking back IL hi
scat; sometimes he dislikcs people, ant
It's hard for us all. >
[ looked at him in surprise. Nj. At
kinsonS manner to his employees at til:
factory was peremptory in the extreme
TOO much SO, had thought. What hat
wrought this softness?
':Isn't what's his name Il servant
Nr. Atkinson started rs if afraid tha
some one would hear him. .'Oh, VIZ
don't talk of HIM that way He's tht
batter. EoG know. He does pretty miicl
what lie pleases, though. Sometimes ht
wants to drive, and OF course | let him
lIrS. atkinson imported him. lie is
very expensive, but he keeps Us to the
mark, YOU know. He knows everything
/ that we don't know. Between ourselves,
: wish was dead. I'm not fit for this
! sort Of thing. ] nearly disgraced my
self yesterday whe,i we had e.i-Governo,
Jimjams to dine With Us by asking for
beer with the soup. Mary Aun-Mrs.
A.kinson-would have tainted if Ludovic
had not brought the sherry and pre-
tended not to have understood NE.
Home" Mr.. Atkinson called out, as
Ludovic climbed on to the box.
YES" my old friend continued,
.Iudovic is a great treasure. " He said
this in the tone in which one speaks of
being resigned to an atliiction. Lord
Bentham had him and he has big Gre
dentia1s. Mrs. Atkinson's afraid of
losing him Here the rich ms 4
chuckled. It's about the only thing she
is afraid Of l sometimes think that
when the girls are married-but, by
George, l hate to think Of that-we'Il
be able to forget our duties to society.
Riches and social status are awful rcspon-
s;bilities. He frowned eioomily.
"Come, let's have drink. Stop at
Pa-kins, he called out.
There was sound Of grlmoling on
the box. The carriage stopped. We
were on the road that runs along the
Potomac on the District of Columbia
side, and the river seemed in the
twilight like sword OF silver hung in
the dark nothingness around, for the
moon shone through 4 cloud rift on the
river.
Ludovic's crusty accents broke the
silence
Faith, M. Atkinson, you're not
thinking OF giving the gentleman one Of
Parkin's punches made with american
whiskev. The Irish gentleman's not
used to it, and you'll only be demeaning
yourself and me by offering linn the
like" Ludovic's face could 70: be seen
IN the darkness, but his voice was rn-
compromising. ''Lord Bentman, that
owned the Lakes Ct Killarney, said to
me at our last parting, NE faithful
man, said he, whatever We do n Ameri-
ca, never put not wather II their whis-
key And Parkins' isn't lit place for
the likes OF Nj. Fitzpatrick, whatever
you may think, sir, that hasn't the ad-
vantagc-sure, tbs not your fault, sir
OF knowing the real stuff. Many's the
time I've stopped at parkins' against me
viii, and l wouldn't have Lord BcntNan
know for the world that l habitually
freQuented a tavern where American
whiskcy was made into lot punch. If
yell wait, III brew a bowl with me own
hands, of the real stuff, when we get
home"
'siNl right" said Mr.. Atkinson, meek
". Ludovic disappeared, and the car
rage moved on at rafting pace.
''Ludovic is queer sometimes.
every" I said.
But he's taken a fancy to YOU. It
would drive Mrs. Atkinson mad-actual-
y 1nad-to have him leave, now that
we're expecting Sir Boyle Roche"
'Who's Sir Boyle Roche?''
ooh, young Irish baronet, whose
rents have been pre-empted by the home
rulers, and he's over here. Clara met
him IN town, and he and she rather like
each other. Mrs. Atkinson's set on the
match. No, no, please don't smoke;
Ludovic doesn't Ike it; it scents the
cushions.
What next? thought.
II.
Clarissa and Jennie looked very pretty
at dinner under the pink glow of the
candle shades. Their white gowns, Just
touched with aglow that bon silence roses
gives, fitted them to perfection. took
Mrs. Atkinson, busting in red satin, into
the dining room. There was 10 other
guest. Sir BOYLE Roche was not to come