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

thus laden, the horse paced slowly over
the elastic turf, the master walking at his
head.
"What a beautiful child" thought
Guilderoy, as he studied her features and
her form. She was tall and 1.-THE, and adj
mirably made, like young Diana; her
feet were small and slim, her throat
beautifully set upon her shoulders, all her
features were harmonious, and her eyes
were so large and lustrous that they would
have made a plain face handsome; her
expression had curious mlngling of in
nocence, self-will candor, pride, intelli-
gence and childishness; her smile was
ike sunlight, frank and lovely.
'In year or two she win be the most
beautiful woman in England" he thought,
''and what o fine character, toow
He was hot in the habit of noticing
young girls at all. He, on the contrary,
Stunned them. He liked women who
amused him, who could treat hisa De
puissancs a puissande, VINO could bring
into their conflicts with him wit, finesse,
and experience. This was the first very
young woman of his own rank at whom
he had ever seriously looked, and there
was something in her which charmed and
interested him. The tranquility in dan
ger which she had showed, and the self
possession and simplicity which were
characteristic OF her manner seemed to
him to be the acme of high breeding,
whilst Joined to them were naivete and
a childishness only possible to one who
had led the simplest of rural lives, and
been little amongst women.
He knew the name of John Vernon,
though ever since his own boyhood it had
been unspoken in his world. He remem-
bered hearing what fine scholarship, what
rare accomplishments, and what elegant
dilettanteism had vanquished with this
man from society when a total and volun-
tary loss of fortune had sent him into Sc
clusion and oblivion, by the world forgot
if not the world forgetting. And this was
his child-it was not wonderful, he
thought, If she had rare and delicate ex-
cellencies both of form and mind,
"And have you always lived here and
on my land 2" he asked of her, as he led
the horse along through the golden haze
made by the morning sun.
mo only ten years. We lived by the
sea, thirty miles away, first OF all. That
is what / first remember. The sea ran
very high one winters night and washed
away our house, and my father had only
Just time to save me and some of the
and carried me out wrapped up in blank
cts, and saw the great wall of water ris-
ing up above me; and heard the crash
of the house sinking; yes, have never
forgotten it. l was five years old. My
mother died of the cold that night, and
soon after we came to Christslea. My
father likes it because it is so solitary, and
has such a big old garden. l think we
pay you e40 year for it with the orchard" !"
al am shocked not to know my tenants" I"
Chow should you know any tenant
when you are never here"
"I am here sometimes"
"Oh, yes, when you have a number Of
great people, now and then, once in four
years Myself, il l had Ladysrood,
would live there all the year round"
GLOW happy LadYsrood and its master
would bel
The compliment made no impression on
her.
II am as happy at Christslea," she an
swered; "but | should like to see your
great galleries, and the beautiful ball
room with the frescoes, and that taircase
with the carving by Grinling Gibbons-it
must be an immense pleasure 10 own a
beautiful old house. / have heard a
great deal of yours, though l have never
seen il"
"You will now como and see il very
often, will you not?"
at is long way of, and I have no
pony.
II will send you q team of ponies, or
will come and fetch you myself"
She laughed little.
"You say that, but you will not do it,
because you always 60 to Italy"
Perhaps l shall not 60 to Italy this
year."
"Then I will come and see you," said
Gladys Vernon, frankly.
In such innocent interchange of speech
they wended their way across the moor
to where the moors became meadow land
and orchard land, and hilly, uneven
road went up and down between high
hedges and bilberry and briony.
THAT is our house," she said, as she
pointed to some twisted chimneys and a
thatched roof rising above a tangle of
apple trees, elder trees, and hawthorn
trees. The ground all about was orchard,
and the strong sweet scent of the ripe
fruit filled the air.
Guilderoy stopped bis horse at the little
wooden gate which she had pointed out
to him, overtopped with luxuriant un-