The diamond drill., 1888-09-29
A Happy Quarrel

Nhat 90 You In NIX. JohnP Ihe
Brandon Cottage Is let"
Miss Nicola Whyle came in from the
village all in n cdivcr of newly-acquir-
sd informai.cf. 1t was always she
who brought IN any stray bit OF news
Or gossip. John never seemed To hear
anything. As Miss Nicola sagely
observed. 'the always we'd with his
nose in book"
What does II matter to mo-" said
Miss Nicola. ''whst they did IN the
dafs OF King Rameses or julius Cesar.
Tn "a great deal more interested In
what Is 20 NJ on to day at Harling-
ham or Lille Bridge"
She was trim. neatly dressed
person OF middle age with beady.
blHck eyes. short black curls that
danced and trumbled with every move.
ment that she made. and great
fSncy FOR wearing PINK or blue ribbons
IA sort OF assertion. perhaps. that she
Was not yet past the are of bright
soiors ani girl,sh costumes To day
she CARED little market basket In
ber hand. She had been bu lug swoot-
breads ani asparagus for dinner.
MIR. Whyte looked up from his desk.
hc hsd an extensive correspondence
With Continental phlologisls. and was
preparing TO send out batch OF
letters by the next mail.
The Brandon Cottage" said he.
rubbing his hand over the forehead
that. in spite of his five-and-foriy
years. was still fair aud smooth. .Oh,
! am sorry
so am ]. F" sad Nicola. Nobody
knows how much I've enjoyed The
straw borr es out of the garden, and
the roses from the great poriico bush."
Il wasn't thinking of that" said
her brother
''You never do think OF anything
practical, " retortcd Nicola. parenthe.
tcall,.
But IT'S the quiet OF the thing that
shall miss. sighed John, examining
tho point Of his fountain pen. '.Of
course it's family with nine small
children at the least"
you're wrong there" observed his
sister Its gentleman with one
daughter-a gentleman who came here
for his health. ! saw an old woman
cleaning the front stops. as | came b..
and VIII lc rabbit jumping about the
lawn"
Good for Tho rose-trees and shrubsv'
drily remarked Mr.. Whyte.
II shall speak TO them. and beg
them TO keep the horrid little nuisance
on their own side of the fence said
Nicola. al can't have my Young plum
trees and sweet-scentcd shrubs an nib
bed bare. 1heyve got parrot. too;
IL screams awfuIly."
We'll. let IL scream. II can't scream
louder than Mrs. Jcnungs's baby did
when they lived there" said Mr..
WHITE
'Humphl' said Nicola. Il rather
think you'll find it can. I'm so sorry
the house Is let"
80 am !. !" said her brother How
ever, there's no use in going halfway
10 meet ones troubles so. II YOU
please. Nicola. / VIII proceed with my
letter"
Meanwhile, tho dwellers In tho little
Gothic cottage, embowered with elms
aud braided about with glossy trails OF
Ivy, were equally the subject Of inter-
est aud discussion betweon MIR. Della
croix aud h daughter Corinne.
Papa" said Corinne, I've seen
tho neighbors-a single gentleman and |
his sister. She looks dreadfuly prim |
and dr.od up, but he's quite hand
some. aId they have such superb
Irish selterp'
''IesP' sad Mr. Deiacrox X.
He was an amateur artist In small |
way. aud his present absorbing occu-
patton was the arrangement OF can
vases. las figures. aud portfolios in the
room he had selected for a studio.
"But the dog barks every timo Pa
cnila talks; and poor Paquita Il fright |
eneh out OF her Senses" said tho girl.
"Psquiia must get used TO IL "
"I hope hc won't worry dear Little |
Bunnyl" sighed Corlnne.
bunny must keep ON his own side |
OF tho fence" absently observed Mr..
,Delncrox.
Corinne shook her head--a round.
piquant little heal, brimming over
with dark cnrls. She had soft, limpId |
e,ea shadowcd with long Iashes; n
straight, expressive nose, and the
sweetest OF cherry mouths. which. be-
tween laughing. talking, and soIlo-
qnsing. was seldom shnt long enough
10 trace It's perfect Cupid-bow Of scar
let