Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-26

u0cleS cnarSe. lie seems to nave seen al once exactly what line to take. To put il cynically, imagine he argued something like this: Beauty extrnordinary-charact everything that could be desired-talent mol much. So that the things to stake on are the beauty and the character, and let the talent take care of itself.' Anyhow, he got her ou to the Kingston theatre-a poor little place enough-and he and the aunt, that sour looking creature you saw with her, looked after her like dragons. Naturally, she was soon .the talk of Kingston-what with her looks and her grace, and the difficulty of coming near her, the whole European society, the garrison, government house and all were at her feet. Then the uncle played his cards for an European engagement You remem- Der that Governor Rutherford they had Q little time ago?-the writer of that little set of drawing room plays-'Nineteeath Century Interludes,' think he called them! It was his last year, and he started for home while Isabel Bretherton was acting at Kingston. He came home full of her, and, knowing all the theatrical people here, he was able to place her at once. Robinson decided to speculate in her, telegraphed out for her, and here she is, uncle, aunt and invalid sister into the bargain"
 "Oh, sho has q sister7
 'Yes; little, white, crippled thing, peev- ish-cripples generally are-but full of a curious force of some hidden kind Isabel is very good to her, and rather afraid of her. It seems to me that shc is afraid of all her be- iongings. believe they put upon her, and she has as much capacity as anybody ever knew for letting herself be trampled upon. "
 What, that splendid, vivacious creaturer' said Kendall incredulously. "I think I'd back her for holding her own"
 Un ,3 with the quiet superiority of three weeks acquaintance, II know something of her by now, and she's not quite what you might think her at first sight. However, whether she is afraid of them or not, it's to be hoped they will take care of her. Naturally she has splendid physique, but it seems to me that London tries her. The piece they have chosen for her is heavy one, and then of course society is down upon her, and in a few weeks she'll be the rage"
 II haven't seen her at all," said Kendall, beginning, perhaps, to be little bored with the subject of Miss Bretherton, and turning, eye glass in hand, toward the sculpture. Come and take mo some evening""
 By all means But you must como and meet the girl herself at my sisters next Fri day. She will be there at afternoon tea I told Agnes should ask anybody liked. I
 
 that she had better bo first in the field: A month hence 1t will be impossible to get hold of Miss Bretherton at all"
 "Then I'll certainly come and do my worshiping before the crowd collects" said Kendall, adding, as he half curiously shifted his eye glass so as to take in Wallace,s bron1ed, alert countenence. "How did you happen to know her7'
 Rutherford introduced me- He's all old friend of mine"
 "Well," said Kendall, moving off, 'sFriday, then, shall be very glad to see Mrs. Stuart; it's ages since saw her last"
 The American nodded cordially to him, and walked away. He was one of those pleasant ubiquitous people who know every one and find time for everything-a well known Journalist, something of an artist, and still more of a man of the world, who went through bis London season with some outward grumbling, but with real inward zest such as few popular diners out are blessed with. That he should have attachei himself to the latest star was natural enough. He was the most discreet and profitable of cicerones, with 0 real talent for making him. self useful to nice people His friendship for Hiss Bretherton gave her certain stamp in kendaFs eyes, for Wallace had fastidious taste in personalities and seldom made s mistake.
 Kendall himself walked home, busy with very different thoughts, and was soon estab. hshed at his writing table in his high cham bers overlooking an inner court of tho Te,n- pie 1twas a bright afternoon; the sprinc sunshine on the red roofs opposite was clear and gay; the old chimney stacks, towering into the pale blue sky threw sharp shadow on the rich red and orange surface or the tiles Below, the court was half in shadow and utterly quiet and deserted To the Jeff there was gleam of green atoning for its spring thinness and scantiness by vivid energy Of color. while straight across the court, beyond the rich patchwork of the roofs and the picturesque outline of the chiulneys, delicate piece of white stone work rose into air-the spire of one of Wren's churches, as dainty, as perfect, and as fastidiously balanced as the hand of man could leave it.
 1Eslde, the room was such as fitted studi. ous bachelor of means The bookcases on the walls held old college classics and law books underneath, and abovo miscellaneous literary library, of which the main bulk was French, while the side wings, so to speak. had that tempting miscellaneous air-here a patch of German, there an island of Italian on this side rows of English poets, on the other an abundance of novels of all Ian guage+which delights the fond heart of the book lover. The pictures were mostly auto types and photographs from subjects of Italian art, except in one corner, where a fine little collection of French historical engrav- ings completely covered the wall and drew a visitors attention by the brilliancy of their black and white. On the writing table were piles of paper covered French books repre- senting for the most part the palmy days of tho Romantics, though every here and there were intervening strata of naturalism, bal anced in their turn by recurrent volumes of Sainte-Beuve. The whole had @ studious air Tho books were evidently collected with a purpose, and the piles of orderly MSS. lying on tho writing table seemed to sum up and explain their surroundings
 The only personal ornament of the room was group of photographs on the mantel- piece. Two were faded and brown, and rep resented Kendals parents, both of whom had been dead some years. The other was q large cabinet photograph of woman no longer very young-a striking looking woman, with 0 fine worn face and general air of distinc- tion and character. There was a strong re- semblance between her features and those of Eustace Kendall, and she was indeed his elder and only sister, the wife of a French senator, and her brothers chief friend and counselor.