Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1888-06-08

three OF tour times removed, and we had
never met OF even heard Of each otb.,,.
existence before. He asked me who
was; and, as knew from the housskesn.,
who he was, l saw no occasion q,
ceremony, and introduced myself AZ Nj.
cousin few times removed-Violet Lu,.
He asked me if l was always buried dovD
IN CriX Knowsley, and why did M,
come up to town with my cousins. IT.
glanced sympathetically at my blaek
frock, and said ought to come up with
them to have lessons, at any rate. I told
him that was eighteen, and had dons
with lessons long before; / did not tail
him that should have done with mourn.
ing too. since my father had been dead
two years, but that had to wear out mv
black tTocks.
Kenrick and became very friendly and
intimate. He had the kindest face and
manner l had ever known, besides being
very handsome and noble looking, When
the dressing bell rang, and we walked
round to the front of the house and met
Helen, was quite surprised at seeing
her look vexed, and could not imagine
what had done wrong, unless 1t was 20
let myself be caught in my very Oldest
frock.
"Violet. where have you beenl" she
asked. "Hudgell has been waiting tea
for you. Go at once"
"Good bye," said regretfully, but still
quite guiltlessly, to Kenrck.
'But why 'good.byeP he asked. Don't
you sit up to dinner at eighteeni Surely
the days Of nursery tea and pinafores are
over!"
"Violot still has nursery tea, said
Helen, laughing. Where did you pick
each other up?"
'In the orchard. say, Helen--Violet
Miss Luce, mean,-nursery tea at
eighteen. its preposterous! In Sir Humph.
rey's absence, as his only male relative
and representative, l protest against IT,
Violet must dine with US tonight"
OF course he saw the delight in my
face, and perhaps / only imagined the
annoyance in Helen's, as he did not seem
to see that too. However, he won the
day. l dined with them that night and
on every one Of the four nights Of his
visit. On the day after that last dinner
they oil went back to town, and was left
to my dreams.
Although we two were great friends all
the time, Kenrck always treated me
somewhat like little sister. That very
morning he had taken me for long ride,
and we had been late for luncheon, and
that was what had made me tired and
sleepy in the afternoon. Helen could not
ride, not being possessed of sufficient
nerve; but l had been accustomed to ride
all my life, and went out constantly with
the coachman at Crix Knowsley on the
horse that was kept for Helen, but which
she never mounted. l rode him because
he had to be exercised; and it never oe.
CURED to me to ask leave from Lady
TIedennick or Helen. The horse was
there, the coachmaR offered him to me,
no one else wanted him, and riding came
10 me as naturally as walking; and, As
hey never troubled themselves to wonder
where was or how l amused myself, nor
made any inquiries so long as kept out
't the way, | dare say they did nOs know
lbout my riding till Kenrick came, and
lie insisted on taking me out every day.
We had been much farther than usual,
md | WAS really tired. After luncheon
le was taken by Helen to see something
lew In the conservatory, and took the
Times into the garden to read about the
lFawlng room. The sunshine, the hum.
ming Of bees, the drowsy swishing Of
cythes behind the lAuTels, and my bodily
angue, all helped to send me to sleep.
The drawing room became vivid reality;
was eurtseylAg before the queen, hold.
ng her white hand in my own, and the
'rineess Of Wales was telling the queen
be kind to me because was SLY and
cry much afraid Of her; and then found
hat was listening to real voices and
nss waking in time to hear Helen telling
-enrick that too much kindness from him
me would be the greatest of cruelty.
/ was puzzled, for / was not fully
wAkei the drawing room was still very
ivid in my mind. and l could hardly
sPaTate the funny unexpected things the
rineess had been saying to the ladies.
awaiting from this inOomPFehsnsible
pseeh of Helen's. Listening was the
cry last thing / should have thought Of;
Ut while lay there in the delightful
1iness of halfwsking, and amused my.
slf by diSentangling the real from the