The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-10-10

we dine at this time. If you viii stay I
shall be very pleased. My old house,
keeper can roast a capon, and / have some
good Rhenish wine still 20 oher you.
DiUifids nliSerGs."
Guilderoy consented with much more
willingness than he displayed TO the invi-
tations of the great world.
The dining-roOm was q small, square
plain room, which had been colored gray
by village plasterer; but John Vernon,
in idle moods, had covered the walls with
classical figures drawn in black and white
and it had look of good taste, enhanced
by the old silver plate on the round dim
ing-table and the autumn flowers set in 8
a gray Flemish pot, which filed tho CEN
ter.
"When you have only sixpence TO
spend you NAV as well buy a well-made
thing as an ill-made thing" said John
Vernon, as his guest compiimenoed him;
''and if you have only Michaelmas daisies
and dahfids 70 SCI out, You may - W0A
see that they harmonize."
He did the hOnors OF his homely table
with perfect grace and simplicity. His
guest understood whence the girl had
taken her high-bred repose. The repast
was very simple; plain soup, fish fresh
from the sea, prawns stewed in sherry,
and the capOn Vernon had spoken of; but
he had seldom enjoyed any banquet bet
ter The keen air OF the mOors had given
him an unwonted appetite. Gladys had
changed her gown TO a frOck OF white
serge, and had tied back her abundant
hair with pale ribbon. She spoke very
little in her fathers presence, but she had
so lovely q face, with a color in her
cheeks like that of the wild rose, that
Guilderoy almost preferred her silence; il
became her youth; and the reverence she
showed her father was touching and un-
common in davs when English girls are
chiefly conspicuous by their insOlence and
their forwardness. However self-willed or
high-spirited she might be to others, to
| John Vernon she was gracefully defer
ential and submissive in an unusual de-
gree.
He was stirred to a novel sympathy with
/ this lonely, scholarly gentleman, shut
away from the world under the boughs Of
Somerset apple orchards, and the child
who had the beauty or the ROmney Ham
ilton and the life of a young peasant
Her personal beauty pleased him; the
one as much as the other. She knew
nothing of the complications OF lie; she
had lived on these lonely moors, IS Mi
randa on her isle, and she had the intre-
pidity and the iaSOtIcidRce of a ROsilind.
"Are you never dull here?' he asked
her.
"Oh, never" the child answered, with
some indignation. There is the garden,
! and the orchard, and have a great many
books, and l have a boat all my own
down on the sands. Ii people are dull,
she added with the happy certainty OF
youth, 'they must be stupid themselves"
81 am often dull, said Guilderoy. II
do not wish TO accept your theory OF the
cause of it."
"Why should you be dull2 Have you
had any misfortune?"
"One big one, perhaps"
"The death of anyone2"
Her voice was full of ready sympathy.
ooh, no; only that / enjoyed all things
too early and too completely; reason
with which you would have no patience,
even if you could understand 1t, which
you could not"
"My father says when we can not have
understanding we should at least have in
diligence"
ga gentle doctrine; few practice it.
Would you be indulgent to me?
"Gladys does not understand how you
can want indulgence" said John Vernon.
''The lord of Ladysrood seems TO her to be
higher and happier than kings"
"When viii you bring her to Ladys'
rood ?"
Eve never leave home"
"You must make an exception for me"
said Guilderoy, as he saw how the child's
face changed in moment from eager ex-
pectation to disappointment.
ave are hermits," replied Vernon. ST
have forgotten what the outer world is like,
and Gladys has never seen glimpse of it.
We count time by the blossoming and the
gathering of our rennets and king pippins.
There are more unpoetical ways of reckon
ing its flight 1 forgot; we have sun
dial, but il stands in the shade and is no
use TO us, like some peoples lives to their
| possessors."
"Please do not suggest discontent
here" he added in low tone.
"It is the curse of modern
life. AS yet it has not passed this little
wicket, and shall thank you not to raise
the latch for it."
Forgive me-" said Guilderoy; CT spoke
thoughtlessly. l should indeed regret
meeting which has given me so much
pleasure II were the means of letting g
snake creep into your orchard grass
He found in bis host the most capt.,