New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-12-23

centurys collection of old letters and worthless
savings, they stood together the n,,sre mere was
:" no done INST g,icvously UNJUST as she has
been nc to oU YOU But Olive stopped him ,.
Mr. Foster are we 1eV owe too much to Aunt PanCe
Now as we have no one else In the world We
must try and make our own way. ,-.s .h.
But good heavens how? exclaimeo ono
young man almost mpatiently. This poor poor
girl knew as little as baby about making
her own way in hustng greedy seilsh w0t ,%s
dificnlties that lie before YOU Surely, Mr. West,
brook But there John Foster had TO emo
abruptly. What would be the use OF MS nS no ,
liberality whatever on Mr. Westbrook's part when
he knew very well he had not got q generous gus
spark in him from the crown OF MS heau " '"'
Truly. when ownership had first appeared pos
sible the gentleman had vaguely droppea mus
but AS time went on and no will was unearthed
another casual mention of this douceur had d.
minishcd it to a few hundreds What ultimate
man man feared to think So he checked himself
with embarrassment, and couId only VIM ny
with rather ncShe[en remark FaTre asTut com
fort and if there was anything he could do
Olive colofed Something in the earnestness
of his last words made her tremoie and oH vet
this trouble, perhaps she might take MS heip
for little while. .,,. ,o.
L
is TO be done this afternoon she SAID nervonsg
"aftcrward ] may be-glad to ask your ad NLnjS
am most anxious about Cyril l am air"iu
Mr. Westbroolx does not much like
Here Olives half-uttered opinion was une So
pectcdly emphasized from WITHOUT through une
door, standing aiar came MI WsSVorooA 'o''e'
Cyril What are you up to thereP Kick
that beast down stairs this moment" A..
hoy SssT Is v SEHs s always let
us play hide and seek on the gallery, -,
Your Aunt Peasance as you car ner choose
That clumsy brute will smash those cases OF BIRDS.
Send him down this moment; do you near you
young fascal?" IT,, rrdo.
decent civihty had been brushed In every posSlole
wrong direction by Mr.. Westbrook during these
last few days. Now it suddenly bristled up IKE
I'm no more q rascal than you are sir owe
said Toots and l could wait here TIL she'd zone
those old papers. so L shall not come DOWN I'LL
Here olive hurried into the hall. MIR. west
brook. purple with rage was stormlng up at Cyrlii
who with flaming cheeks and bright eyes, Stoou
Sefanty at the Top of the broad old stairs; Ioots,
a kuowlcdceable little foX-terrer. smiling ex-
citedly between the halustrades. as II only Watng
the word Of command TO make Tor their mutual
eHs aTIi put brick round that ours. neck and
have him dropped in the nearest pond crleu Vl,o
irate gentleman; while, as for your sister, she
nerfectly aware or ought to be, that shes no
more right to give orders in this house than the
scusymad John rUseF his hefe nspe WITH With
an entreatIng glaace) ON master here NOW
come down down or VOW III horsewhp YOU c,-,
You'll nave to catch me first SIR" sald Tyrn1
coollv: " but III do as Olive tells me, OF course.
Then come do en Squirrel darling, his sister
And the lad Nth TOots M IN brdbep BSd
ct her side in tTRb H gnlavng there sho
EXPLAINED with quiet courtesy to Mr. WeStorOok
" nor | by bidding him do So Perhaps he ana
Toots had better 90 out for an hour or SO now.
Not till he has apoogized TO me for his I'M
pudence," fumed Mr.. Westbrook. Beg my PARDON
young -whippersnapper, then you may 60: I'LL.
fret said Cvril. No, Olive -protestngly-
I've nothing to beg his pardon for and I'm not
sO( Olive - distressed looked appeahngy at Mr..
No impertinence was meant / am sure, ST, J"
said the young lawyer promptly. Al VII DE
right if Cyril runs out again. AS NiiSS feiis''
sIf Miss Ferrers lets him do anything OF the
sort she's -disrepecuul as the boy, re-
torted the unsoothable gentleman Neltner ne
nor She nor anv one on the place seems TO under
stand who | am. / require an immediate apology
/ from that young scamp. - -, a.. . -ouro
!" Then you won't get it, said the young
| rcamp.n coolly Drawing the man who was now
| domineerng over OllVe 80, ,l,,
| You shall be locked up till you eat humble
I pies cried Mr.. Wcstbrook, advancing funousy
on Cyril but rapidly retreating as ioots rushed
TO the fore with a vicious snap. MISS ferIers
| presume. you have some control over j.; YOU 3bt
library yonder till he comes II his senses ano
speaks the words / consider my due. WlH you
desire him to go into that room or must h' be
! taken there by force ?" -,
MY brother never disputes a wish Of mine
Mr. Westbrook," said Olive, painfully excited yet
wonderfully sclf-controlled. Squirrel dear not
because consider you require Furnishing mt loI
peace' sake, please go in the library. When
have spoken 10 Mr.. Westbrook presently l val
! come for YOU a., Ia,
She stopped and laid her cheek on the lad'
curly head a moment Then off he stalked WITH = 4
lmmp in his throat to the little room az the lefl
of the hall Mr. Westbrook triumphantly turned urn
the key upon him with, Stop thsre, ST. W.
( let Won OUT John Foster walked forth alnont
fbe Ulacs and syringas to keep himself from
making unprofessonal remarks, and olive nee
upstairs TO treat her forced calm TO eoo1 Try
before recountinc this fresh miSadventufe to he
young sister Helen.