Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-20

said. Dear me- what . mercy 1 camc outl l should certainly have forgotten"
 "A mercy indeed!n echo with a little in ward shiver at tho thought of Mrs. Peveril returning with her guest to find no prcpara- tions made for his welcome. The next mo- mcnt, however, being patriotic and enthu' sastic damsel, even that thought fades be- fore the recollection of the guests title to grand reception; and I repeat with an ec- static gulp, ''One of our Ashantee soldiers, realIyp
 "Yes. Carr Glyn, of the - rifles; cap tain now, by tho way, thanks to tho blacks having finished off two of his superiors He was only a junior lieutenant when ho went out. An, well, one mans meat is generally another mans poison in this world. Let us hope in tho next there will Do no such bar between the brotherhood of sympathy. Capt. Norris was Carrs greatest friend, and yet the boy writes of his promotion as if But, after all, you cut the best roses so as to give the others room to blow"
 And he has earned his reward gallantly, sir. They all have," say warmly and with little unconscious resentment in my tones which makes Mir Clifford smile.
 'Ah, my dear, you arc young, and your sympathies are all with the young and living Where are you goingF
 "To sec about the things Mrs. Peveril wished done, sir,''
 "MaEe haste back then. will take care of the bairns."
 Wont they trouble you, srI"
 "No. A little of tho kingdom of heaven does ono good after much of this earths sla- very; and have been slaving hard today. Go and plume your feathers for the conquer ing hero"
 The chidrens feathers" put in laugh ingly, as run off; but, all tke same, after have seen to the decoration of tho table with tall vases of roses and jessamine, and shall low baskets Of luscious strawberries and white and scarlet chcrrles; after l have assisted nurse to lay out Dollie's white frock and blue sash and Georgie's Sunday suit, 1 slip away to my own wee, lavender scented chamber over the porch, retwiSt the coil of wavy bronze COlored hair on the top of my small, vain head, change my limp morning gown for one of lilac muslin, fresh and crisp as starch and fiuting irons can make it, and cyen go to the length of tucking little knot of wax white scrinCa and lemon scented verbena into my belt, where hope Mrs Pevcril won't notice it. don't want to leavo Byssham Hicarage even for homo when there are too many mouths there already. Dollie does not dis approve of the adorrmcnt. Seated on my bed with her starched skirts spread round her like q cheese plate, she looks on gravely, and says with a denurc sigh when all is done ''Now tate me down. Go welly pitty, sink moro welly pitty Zan papaM
 We, and the children, enter the drawing room hand i'll hand, George prancing like tho shah's pink horses,n and Dollie hanging back with all her weight one fat finger tucked half way down her throat in shy dread of tho stranger. Between the two am rather flushed and breathless, and only get glimpse of Mrs. PeveIil, and beside her a tall, slim lad in light gray, who springs to his feet as my master says. "Ah, here arc the children!' and comes forward with out stretched hands and a pleased, surprised look, and saying something about mot knowing there was a grown up Miss Clifford.n D
 Of course it is horribly awkward Of course my face is scarlet with confusion, and my hands grasp the chfriren's tighter in the endeavor not to see tho hand held out to me- Says Mrs. Peveril, in that peculiarly quench- ing tone which I dread most:
 Miss Leslie is the chlldrens governess, Carr. Come here, my loves, and speak to Capt. Glyn. Miss Leslie, shut the door If | you please"
 This is Mrs. Peyerifs Ii tie way of setting things to rights. My masters is different. | He is near the door, and before I can obey has shut it, laying his hand lightly on my shoulder.
 "Yes, Miss Leslie is the childien,s good angel" he says with that smile in the voice which ono can hear. If she makes Dollie like herself I shall have grown up daughter to be proud of. Lot Inc intro duce Capt. Giyn to you, my dear
 And so l am made known in proper form l to the hero from Ashantee. 1 do not think Mrs Peveril is pleased; but when her brother speaks i'll that tone she does not dare inter | ferc. should not, know. 1t is very pleas ant evening. Over the sled up flowers and | fruit, tho rich cream, savoTy pies and home made cakes of our Devonshire tea table, l catch glimpscs of q young, bright face, tanned by the sun, and so handsome-so wonderfully handsome-and little girlish hand, not looking big enough to hold a 1 sword, but scanned right across with one broad, red scar-''a nigger's lick,n he tells George, laughing. Dollie profits by my ab- straction to eat so much cake that she falls asleep in my lap after tea, and has to be car tied off to bed; but George is so fascinated by the hero's tales that he demands all hours grace, which being conceded am sent fol from Dollies bedside to go down again, Mrs Peveril never being quite easy as to what George may say or do, unless I am Ehere tc look after him Somehow the hour of super vision tonight gets stretched to two and am glad of it. Oh, that pitiless sun, thost terrible marches and cowardly enemies, how can he laugh over them now as he doesi Bu forgot; gallant natures make light of wha turns weak women's blood to water. Whe, at last George and say good night" I be come slowly conscious that I have beer staring silently into that glorious young soldier face like q galvanized kitten all even ing, and that my ridiculous fingers arc ho and trembling from the light touch of tha scared right hand.
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 We are all gathering cherries in the orchar, this morning-we, meaning George, Dolli and I, bien entendus. Above our head Q ligh green tapestry of leaves rustles softly in tn fresh breeze, and the countless scarlet, shin ing, translucent balls glisten ruby like in tn sunshine, against sky all glorious ocbal
 blue, and piled up masses of white Unde
 our feet is the short, sweet grass, green a emerald, and starred with golden, wid
 Tipped buttercups. George and spring an
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