Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-12-18


the uneducatcd are keenly alive to real
gentility, and able to detect what is
spurious. j very much question this.
| believe that they are easily imposed
upon by mere brag; but | am quite GER
tain that in The semi-edueated class, such
as servants, who ought, more than
others, to be able to distinguish between
the true and tho false, the faculty Of SO
distinguishing is wholly absent. Tho
criterion by which they judge is one
altogether different from the deterrnin-
ing faculty in the superior class. Con-
tact with culture has confused their
ideas, not cleared them.
IL was speedily noised in the servants
hall at Ringwood and throughout the
parish that the young man with dock
in the family was paying his addresses
to Trip The butler, the cook, the house
keeper, and the upper housemaid at the
nall thought it incumbent on them to
encourage the courtship; ii would add,
rs Mrs. Redfern said, "a claw" to Ring
wood that q daughter of the park, so to
speak, should marry into the upper circle
Of the aristocracy Moreover, Mr. Beau
fort was much liked by the servants.
He was full of anecdote, witticisms,
scandalous stories about persons of title,
all of whom he knew intimately, and to
the truth of which stories he could tes-
tify.
"Your true blooded aristocrat," said
Mr.. Thompson, "can descend to famili-
arities with us and lose nothing by it;
but your paryenus, your wealthy trades
men who've riz from barrow to eat off
gold and silver, they have to be mighty
particular. They have to be with their
dignity like sailor with his pants, al
ways hitching of it up.n
So little collations were spread for the
Redfern party and the stranger in the
servants hall; u cup of tea was always
ready for them in the housekeeper's room
when they walked to the house. Mr.
Beaufort and Trip sat beside each other
at table, and good deal of whispering
went on between them, both at table and
afterward.
Greatly, SIR" said the housekeeper,
''Mr. Beaufort, ''youre getting to know
all about our hall and It's ways, as If you
was the tame cat of the family
At last Mrs. Redfern announced she
would invite the head servants to the
lodge to supper.
"Well," said her husband, 'n you do
let Joe Western have an invite also. He's
a right good fellow, and care for him q
deal more than for your rigmaroling for
of London swell"
"Rigmaroling fop of London swelll'
echoed Mrs. Redfern. "Well, l never
You are worse than O heather, Richard
and Mr.. Beaufort as is going to make
My Lady of our LENA. You amt q
turning round with the world, that's
clear, but are flying off into nobody
knows where"
In spite of all her protestatio1s and ex-
CARNATIONS, the keeper insisted on invit-
ing Joe. Joe was right down solid man,
and Joe should come. He wasn't oil
varnish and Brunswick black, but true
metal, and Dick only Wished Trip would
think of, and take the miller instead of
the swell. So the keeper asked Joe Yves
tern himself, and, to his mothers aston
ishment, Joe consented to go.
Joe went, but he was not an agreeable
person in sociey at any time. On this &C.
casion least of all. He had only seen Mr..
Beaufort at distance hitherto, from the
door of his mill, going along the road.
Now he studied him with unfriendly eyes,
with scowl on his brow, and with his
lips set.
Mr.. Beaufort was uneasy He whis-
pered to Trip question who he was, and
seemed reassured when informed that
Joe was the miller.
Joe scarcely ate, drank little, spoke
even less. He sat and glowered first al
Algernon Beaufort, Esq, and then at
Trip. Not muscle of his face moved
but the lines in his face became deeper,
the brows more knotty, the lips tighter.
Am an object of such great interest
to you, sir, that you cannot take your
| eyes off me3" asked Beaufort.
Joe made no answer; he seemed not to
have heard the question.
~ object to being stared at" said the
gentleman. 81 am not accustomed to il
In my position"
Then the young miller stood up and
walked to the door. Trip was just pass
ing from the kitchen. Joe grasped her
wrist as with wise. She looked up in
his face. 1t was no longer rigid, every
muscle was working; he said in C low
voice:
Como outside to me, Trip must
speak to you. cannot bear more~
go on" she said; II will follow You,
Toe"
He went out underline trees; there were
deer in the park, near at hand was
cluster Of them browsing in the moon
light on the grass that was white as il
frosted with the heavily-fallen dew.
"What is it, Joe7" she put her hand
on his shoulder.
He was standing with his head down,
looking at the deer
"Trip" he said, ia voice that quiv-
cred with agitation; "Trip, dear-daar
Trip. We've known each other now for
several years, and l fancy there's nBne
in the whole world, not my mother even,
l think of and care for IS do for y0n.
Trip, can't bear it: That man, mis-
tust him. When get a sack Of conn. |
take q handful and turn II over and hook
hard at it, and l know the quality of
wheat flour ASH come Of it. I've been
looking hard at him, harder than ever
studied sample of wheat. The grain is
bad / don't believe in him. He may
be q swell, and gentleman, and oil that;
but he'll make you miserable and break
your heart, Trip, as sure as stand
here"
"Oh, flddlesticksl Joe Miller. What
makes you talk to me like thist'
81 tell you why. Because-because
you are dear to me. Because, Trip, II
that man were to harm you, I'd kin him
il were to swing for it,
Cuch concentrated frrv wos In HE tons