Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1889-01-11

tho frosted grass beneath. Thesunshine shonC
bright, but with a chastencd heat, the sluY
rels scrambled up the oaks, and high in th.
blue air, the rocks pursued their path. /
was beautiful morning, for summer is nevci
more sweet than on its dcGthbcd, and yet j.
filed him with solemn thoughts. How man
autumns had those old trees seen and hOy
many would they still SEQ long after his eye
had lost their sight And if they were ola
now old was tho Dead Mans Mount there t.
his left Old indeed! for he bad discover.
It was mentioned in Doomsday Book, and b'
that name. And what was ia BOUNDARY
hill, a natural formation, or, as its name i'm
Piled "A funeral barrow He had half min
20 dig one day and find out, that is if h.
could get anybody to dig for him, for th
people about tlonham were so firmly COZ
WINGED that Dead Mans Mount was haunted
q reputation which it had owned from tim
immemoral, that nothing would have Ie"
suaded them to touch it.
He contemplated tho great mound care
fully without coming to any conclusion au.
then looked at his watch. 1t was q quarter
to 10, time for him to start for the cast
for his day s shooting, so he got his gun an
cartridges, and in due course arrived a
the castle, to find George and several myr
midous, in the shape of beaters and boy
already standing in the yard.
"Please colonel, the squire hopes you'll e.
in and have a glass of something before yoj
start said George; so accordingly lie went
not to "have a glass of something's but o!
the chance Of seeing Ida. In the vestibui
he found the old gentleman busly engage,
in writing an enormous letter.
"Halloo, colonel he hallooed, withou
getting up, glad to see YOU Excuse me 20
few moments, will you. | want to get thi
OFF my mind Here, Ida! Ida! Ida" h
shouted, "here's Col Quaritch."
Good gracious, father" said that youn,
lady arriving III hurry, you are bringin:
the house down. and then she turned roun,
and greeted Harold. 1t was the first tim
that they had met since the eventful evening
described chapter or two back, so the occa
sion might be considered a little awkward
at any rate he felt it SO.
GLOW do You do, Col Quaritch" she said
| quite simply, giving him her hand. Their
was nothing in tho words and yet he fel
that he was very welcome For when VIC
man really loves man there is about her al
atmosphere Of softness and tender meaning
which cannot be mistaken. Sometimes it i
only perceptible TO the favored individual
| himself, but moro generally is to be discerne
| by any person of ordinary shrewdness. ]
very short course of observation in genera
society will convince the reader Of the jus
| tice Of this observation, and when once h
| gets to know the signs of the weather he Wi
| probably Light upon moro affairs of til
| heart than We're ever meant for his invest
| CATION.
This softness, or atmospheric influence, 0
|
| light within, was clearly enough visible i
Ida that morning, and certainly it made on
| friend the colonel uuspeakably happy t
see it,
Are You fond of shootingl9 she asked
presently.
"Yos, very, and have been all my life"
care you a good slot?' she asked again.
81 call that rude question: he answered
smiling.
"Yes, it IS, but want to know
"Well, said Harold, II suppose that Of
pretty fair, that is at rough shooting; l hay
never hadmuch practice at driven birds ar
that kind Of sportn
II am glad of that"
"Why, it does not much matter. One GOO
out shooting for the sport Of the thing.n
eyes, l know, but Mr.. Edward Cossey,
and sho shrunli visibly as she uttered tn
name, "is coming, and he is very good she
and very conceited about it. want you
beat him if you can-will you tryp
"Roll, ;" said Harold, II don't ct all lik
shooting against a man. 1t not sportsman
like, you know; and, besides, if Mr., Cosse
is crack shot, dare say that shall be n(
where; but will shoot as well as l cam
do you know, it is very feminine, but
would give anything to see you beat him
| and she unllel and lnughnl. Mhe1anr1n