The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1886-11-25

ed chucl1ling, Il kept these for you, ans
the rest sent down to Mick Doolv's sicl
: child. They" with downward sweep OF
his hand, ''would not appreciate them.
: Before | could speak he left. Thi,
5 was embarrassing. L felt, however, that
the truest return ! could make for Mrs
Atkinson hospitality would be to cat
the game and keep Ludovic in q good
, humOr.
Clnrissa was very gentle; she showed
me the grounds and talked IL great dea)
of Sir Boyle Roche. Once or twice she
called him Edward Then she colorcd
and WAS quiet. She seldom spoke of him
except when we were alone [ asked il
he were related TO the famous Sir BOYLE.
She laughed and said no. This was to
be his first visit to Wentworth Manor
called SO after Lord Wentworth Baron
Atkinson, one of their rrcccntly discovered
ancestors Of the family. / liked her
more and more. She seemed happy, yet
worried, sometimes.
ooh, DEAR" she said one evening, as
she sat III low chair, her slight figure
surrounded by pufls of tulc and satin;
Chow l hate all this" The Atliinsons
were bavino Il "big dinner" as Atkinson
pore called it. GLOW hutc the fuss and
the etiquette and the pretcnsion of it all
Why should we live such sham life ?
| On, like good manners and nice things,
but not this strain Of pretending what We
are not. Look at Jennie, with her Eng
llsh slang and determination to marry n
title. Oh, [ know you'll say know
your compliments by. heart, Mr.. Fitzpat-
rick-that nothing is too good for an
American girl; but some things arc too
! bad, and one Of them is to marry title
because one is rich.
"And the baronet ?" [ said with bow.
ooh, mischicvous light came into
her eyes, and she paused, then she
laughed.
"l1l be honest with you. He's not Il
baronet. Hos plain Edward Boyle, dry
goods, Syracuse, n. y. Papa knows to
but he was afraid to invite anybody here
but you without II title. When we're
married we'll break the truth to her gent
| ly. Ot course mamma won't let papa
give us much; we'll not be rich, but well
be honest and be ourselves"
Sir Boyle Roche!'' cried the footman.
a tall, slight rcd mustached young man
III an evening suit entered. / glanced at
his face and met his eye. 1t VAS a shrcwd
but pleasant face, with bright, good
humored eyes and a broad forehead. lie
looked like somebody. Who could it
be At least he had a nice look, and |
mentally congratulated ClarisSa, in spite
of her deceit.
Ihe dinner was magnificent [ took
jennie III, Sir Boyle leading with Mrs
Atkinson; a rather rickcty count from
some South American legation took Clar-
lssa. L grew weary Of Jrnnic's English
accent, until LudOvic entered with the
wine cooler He smiled in his usual
naughty way. When his eye fell on Sir
! Boyle his face changed.
"Mothcr Of Moses" he WHISPERED,
dropping the apparatus he brought in With
! Il crash.
Sir Boyle looked up from his plate.
LARRY, as hvc!' he exclaimed. "And
when did you como over :" He forgot
cuquette,, jumped up and seize / Ludo-
VIC S hand Ludovic,s eyes !illed with
| tears.
! "Och, Eddie, ma bouchal. It's little
thought to find you again. Sure, when
L went away from the old cabin you were
bit of boy. And so the mothers
dead! L heard that, though | lost track
OF you all entirely. And me dear little
brother Eddic's come back to mr-thamk
God tho only one Of me blood | have
in the worlds
1T was an odd scene. "Sir Boyle" in
ms evening suit, with IL JaquCminot rose
IN his buttonholC, embracing the man in
livery; Clarissa, pale and trembling; Jcn-
ME amazed, and Mrs. Atkinson, standing
III the attitude Of a Media about to muir
der her children. Nobody spoke. MIR.
Atkinson gulpcd down glass of cham
paSnc.
"Slr Boyle, his eyes moist, turned to
MIR. Atkinson.
"Ihis is my only brother, Mr.. AtIlin-
son. Owing to circumstances very com
mon i'll Ireland, he left us when ! was Il
small boy. | came here and made the
best OF the chances in your country --.."
81 hear you've been making Shccp's|
eyes at Miss Clara there" imtorrptrd
Ludovic. "Wcll, take him, Miss Clara, :"
he added, leading thc young man up to
that young lady, with II sweeping, pa
tcrnal gesture. "Shc's the best Of en-, ="
he continued, addressing me in loud
whisper, ''but, with sigh, Il wish the
boy had looked higher up in society,""
Both Mrs. Atkinson and Ludovic look
on the marriage as Il shocking mistake.
"Wc must get out OF this country. \
nice condition OF republican simplicity
when ones buffers brother can marry
ones daughter" she said to Hon. George
W. Spriggs, once known Us the "cham-
plon bartender of Oskosh." He agreed
that it was dreadful Ludovic passed
INTO mother family, when he resumed
his own name, 'IarTy."
Tie last l heard of the Atkinsons was
the report that Mr.. Atkinson had bought
castle in Italy with an estate of i've
acres, which carried with it the title Of
the Count Of Spaghetti dc Monte Rosa.
Still, / fancy that the new Countess of
Spaghetti de Monte Rosa is still un-
happy because she is rich. / know that
the count is happier because of the loss
of his butler.
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