The Penn's Grove record., 1886-09-25

not ask such a favor except in an old
friends house, and they had all cla-
mored excuse and assent; and he had
begged for a little table to himself in
an out-of-the-way corner of the draw
ing and spreading newspapers
there and a large book-all out OF his
black leather bag-he set to work stu
diously. firing remarks all the while
like stray shots into the conversation,
and paying attention to what everyone
was saying.
&c would do it in another room if you
would let me CO." he said; "but as you
will not exile me-you are too good
shall be free and at your service In
half hour.n
Mr.. Marsh carried on the talk about
stories from the point where his daugh-
ter had left it.
"Ahl" said that merry little man,
the kindly host, my Robin is not what
l was long ago. l set beans to grow a
stalk like the famous Jack; and even
now, if 1 will read a story l like to be-
lieve it. Once in the SIX months, may
be, l get hold of one worth reading,
and then all the men and women | have
met in it live for evermore. What's
the good Of a story that a fellow feels
is a hoax and a yarnp Now, there's
that book that everyone Is talking or,
'Brightley Court that girl Ruth Moss
IS somewhere in the world; she is living
like a violet in the wood, and the air is
better for her presence--happier-sn
that's all one knows. Let us love
much because life Is short; let us do
much because we love muchP That
girl Is alive for me now almost as much
as Nelly there and my Mary. She mar
ries no one in the novel; why, there
isn't a fellow 1 ever met fit to put his
hand under her foot to send her up to
the saddle. l beg your pardon, Harry,
but you don't mind. Idon't think yen
are GOOD enough for Ruth either.
"AIl right, slrI Shan't break my
heart for that" said Sir Harry. "I'd
rather have a real live girl than a
dream, though it is a very true charac-
ter-yery real-veryl In fact Ruth
Moss reminded me of somebody l have
met. Have you read 'Brightley Court
Miss Fairfeld?"
Nelly had not; Mary had suggested it,
and she had rejected it as too unroman-
tic.
"AhI you should read thatlo cried
both the men in duet-Mary's fathef
and Sir Harry Give.
Who is it by?" said the voice Of Mr..
Gobblecock.
"Hyacinth Grey"
Mr.. Gobblecock, with a grunt, re-
turned to his papers.
"a lady, l should think" SAID the
young baronet.
"Ahl I'msure of it. Who else could
have told us about Ruth's dresses and
the color of her hair? Yet there's an
amazing amount Of knowledge of
horses in that book, and of barrack
lire," said Mr.. Marsh. land Hyacinth
Grey has one novel about London city
life, and another about yachting"
The voice of Gobblecock interrupted.
''In my time at school Hyacinthus was
a Greek boy, but these ladies that write
novels don't trouble their heads about
classical accuracy"
Soon he wrote a long letter, sent it to
the post, folded his newspapers into the
black bag, and came with a thousand
more apologies, and made up FOR his
absence by talking with the volubility
of a dozen. His stories made every
~body,1augh; his gentleness with the girls
"a up for MS iacK OF gooo looks; ms
talk of foreign cities made them wonder
how las our friends beyond the channel
would say ne was most at nome When
he was abroad. In a word, Gobble-
cock was a pleasant man, good COM.
pany-al success. Even Hubert came
back. h4S-4S<acnes ana al, n joined
Ine ciIcie. anu tnen Tue canoles
gleameu round the uiaWlng-ioom anu
Neiiy looked her prettlest, and MARY
Marsh was her sweetest, and IoDl
was ms nolsiest. Harry C1Ves Vas
pleased win hlmseit ana al the Worlu;
HuDert was only hearu once toVerheara
by Nely) { murmur 10 MS sister tnaI
ne wisned LARRY was 'iar enough
Mr.: MARSH mace a happy pateriamllss,
II ieiG ike a BOY again when no ue-
tected harry CllVe waiting on NeIiy,
n poor huDert getting angry: IN
short. II was a pleasant FAMILY circle,
u GoppiecocK had 1aVorite
with everybody, except niue hooln,
whose mind mad been disturbed ABOUT
At Darkleigh Court h ladies' a
always an nour 10 themselves, WINE
the men finished the late evening IN a
smoking-room or at Inc .piiiiard-taple.
Io-nlght Neiiy LOOK up the DOCK tnaC
was the TAX OF the season, ana READ d
lew chapters WINE MARY WORKED
Presently MI MARSH came 10; 80
glad you are readlng that, Nellyl IL Is
beauty and poetry from ' TO cover,
no matter what II talks apout-the
hunting neid, or the camp, or the par
backyard, or anything"
Mary did not look up from ner WORK,
but she SAID geutiy, "Hyacinth Grey's
DOCKS are all deLghtiul. de u DC
mar WIN a noble MIND"
Mr.. Marsh paced up ana down q
room ms hao oarIeo
OH TO a SUBJECT nearer ms heart.
II wonder nat lnat D0y OF mine a