The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-05-14


coldly. lie is not grateful for the Fraulcin 5
endeavors to make herself agreeable.
doctor, have you seen the new keeper
vet y Lord Heriot asks presently, balancing
his spoon on the edge of his tea-cup. Il
have not had time to speak to Grant about
him. He is up to his work, l suppose 7"
Grant seems to think So don't much
like his looks, myself. A knowing, smooth
spoken fellow, he seems to me. But he may
be good gamekeeper notwithstanding, and
that is the chief consideration.
"What is his name? 1 forget"
'.North-Robert North"
81 hope he'll keep these poaching rascals
out of the woods. There's not bit of fur or
feather left on the place. l believe there are
a gang of those fellows about. Purcell tells
me they often herr shots in the plantations,
especially down near the Mill Nook. hope
Grant told him to keep special look out for
them there:"
81 shall remind him to do so. Grant will
leave most of the work to him, l dare say he's
getting very shaky, poor old fellow. It's
about rs much as he's able to manage to carry
his gun"
''Let him keep to the dog-training, then.
That brace of settlers want as much more
breaking as they have got. l was ashamed
other day."
81 think there is no fear of the plantations
about the Mill Nook being left to the poach-
ers, for hear that North is sweet upon Anne
Grace hathaway"
Little Anne Grace!"
ssShe's not little now Haven't you seen
her since you came back? Why, she has
grown into a very tine-loolling young woman.
The old miller is as proud of her as possible,
and snubs North, who is not half good
enough for her, in his estimation. But I
fancy Anne Grace is q girl who will manage
to fight her own battles without any ones
help. But talking of the MILL Trathway
tells me the roof is in bad way, and the
upper story going quite to ruin. You must
manage to get down there some day, and see
about it"
"NotI." Lord Heriot shrugs his shoulders.
'|When 1 do get into saddle again, it will
be to follow at the tail of the hounds. You
must see to it yourself; though don't know
where the money is to come from for repairs,
or anything OF that kind. My father wants
to cut down timber, but shall never agree
to that"
Lady Gladys rises from the table, and goes
to the window. Then there is a general
move. The peacock, waiting patiently, his
long train glittering in the sun, stalks up and
down the terrace. Lady Gladys with
piece of bread in her hand, attempts to open
the window, and Hereward, who happens to
see the attempt, performs the Office for her
with taciturn politeness. She gives him one
cold look of her blue eyes, as she crumbles
the bread for her stately pet. Hereward
watches her, sees the sunshine among her
soft light curls, lighting up one side of her
naughty face just as the picture is lighted.
The picture photograps itself in some strange
way upon his brain-the naughty girl, with
the peacock feeding from her hand, the sun
shine and the snow. And whenever the per-
fume of violets greets his senses, that cold
soft dazzling picture will rise before him
evermore.
From eleven o'clock until the luncheon
bell rings. Lord Heriot resigns himself into
Hereward's hands. Hereward finds him
terribly dull pupil So far as book learning
IS concerned, his mind is virgin soil. Here
ward, string opposite to him Mt the long oak
table in the library, works hard at his own
books, undisturbed by his ever recurring
yawns. He helps him, he makes it all as
plain to him as it can be made he explains as
he would explain to child but the Viscount
makes very little progress. Whoever had his
Sdi1y Ill IlltilI uitVc ueklcCJeu
it horribly, Hereward thinks. Dragging him
through Euclid now is wearing work to them
both.
The expected guest puts in IN appearance
at luncheon When Lord Heriot and Here
ward betake themselves to the little dining
room they find him seated beside Lady
Gladys. He is large, bulky man, with
fat white face short carefully curled red
whislers, and mouth which looks more like
aslit cut carelessly from ear to ear than any
thing else. He acknowledges Lord Heriot's
introduction to Hereward by slight-very
Standardization of his carefully parted red
hair, and their eyes meet for an instant, Cart
wrights red and angry, Hereward's dark and
scornful. Both remember the day when
Hereward had fought him in the quadrangle
at College, ostensibly because Cartwright had
offered him some cowardly insult in reality,
to give vent, on the one side, to the contempt,
on the other to the jealousy of years.
Nothing short of broken nose had taught
Cartwright the wisdom of letting the young
sizar alone
Cartwright still carries the broken nose.
1t is very small nose, and for that reason
does not show the breakage badly, but still
it is broken, and it looks it. Hereward
chances at his handiwork with kind of grim
satisfaction. No provision warns him that
that mutilated feature will yet cost him dear.
Mr.. Cartwright makes himself very agree
rble to Lady Gladys, according to his ideas.
He tells her how much he paid for his new
hunter, how many thousands for the plant
ing of those young trees on the Kingscourt
side of his estate. He talks of shooting
pheasants in December at the cost of half-a-
guinea each, and of his yacht, the Darlinq