The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1889-12-18

"Presumptuous! Mr.. Foster. Aunt
Pleasance always said you were far too
good to be just lawyer"
And you. you yourself?'
"l-liked-you always
c'Thought rs much" chuckled Squir-
rel. "She always colored up when that
you man cane.")
but" rapturously, "can you ever love
me!"
"I-think
"Olive. my dearest"
Then ensued some seconds over which
Cyril positively blushed. Love ecstasies
are utterly preposterous TO extreme
YOUTH
but now" said Olive presently, in
such changed voice, "you must never
feel you took me, took us, out of pity.
You must be very certain of your own
mind before you tie yourself to us penni-
less people"
II can never be more certain than
now. my Olive
"Ah! but you shall have time Ia think
abouS it. II only you will send Cyril
somewhere that much ] will freely
take Of you. You shall pay your
self by and by. But for one year
mean to work for Helen as l
said. Then IL you still want me-
From that part of her project she was
immovable. So, with satisfaction enough
in his heart to tide him over even a
twelvemonth's waiting, the young man
parted from his new gained love.
Cyril had to blush again in the dark
over the lovers farewells. and then when
his solitude was silent once more. he set
about thinking how to get out Of con-
finement.
For reasons of his own twenty foot
higher climb was not desirable. There
fore with extreme care he regained the
aperture by which he had entered,
slowly lowered himself to the bars Of
the crate, squatted there like an
imp. taking off his tell tale shoes,
listened to find the coast clear,
then warily slipped of to his own
room. bolted himself in and spent an
hour 10 such purpose that when at last
he made his way down stairs no trace Of
his sweeps exploit was left upon him.
The two girls anxious questions az to
his mode of exit from his prison Cyril
contrived to parry. Mr.. Westbrook's
high and mighty scowls at the dinner
table he bore with exemplary meekness.
When his sisters both implored him to
behave discreetly at the next mornings
conclave in the library, to which Mr..
Westbrook all but ordered the trio. he
promised faithfully TO keep his temper,
come what might, and sedulously patted
Toots' sleek head to conceal the twinkle
in his eye when Olive added, us herald
of great glad tidings:
For things may, after all, turn out
better than they will sound. dear SOUR
REL"
Ten o'clock the next morning found
the Grange party and John Foster as
sembling in the appointed room, Mr..
Westbrook swelling with arrogant im-
portance, which Olive might have found
bad to bear, had not glance between
her lawyer and herself given her de-
licious sense Of happy strength.
"Ah-h'm," rasped out Mr.. West
brook. seating himself in the heavy oak
chair that stood at one end Of tie old
turkey hearth rug. "Ah-h'm. | SEE
that boy Is not here: but he IL of no con-
sequence whatever, 80 we need not wait,
As it is very evident my late respected
aunt" (his tone implied capital letters to
her honor, now he had come into her
money "has died intestate, feel the
time has come when, AZ her heir" (honor
requested for himself this time)"l take
natural possession Of her entire property.
feel II is my right, so shall not make
any bones about doing 1t. As ! intend
shutting the house up for the summer,
the first thing to do is to get rid Of the
servants. Miss Helen. ring the bell"
Bond. appearing in answer. was de-
sired to fetch up all the domestics. Seven
filing in. headed by the gray haired
housekeeper, every one of them was sum-
marily dismissed with the noble douceur
OF months wages. Bond had been serv-
ant to the Westbrooks nigh forty years;
the housekeeper but little less; the rest
were no strangers in the place.
"Now to proceed" said Westbrook.
1.-The tenants Of my farms, Mr.. Foster.
must have notice to quit at Michaelmas
or renew their leases ut higher rents.
But. sir. rents are falling about here:
three Of your tenants have been on the
land, father 10 son. for generations.
They are coed farmers and | am afraid
they would look on such notices as rather
unfair"
Then let, em and be hanged to EN-"
cried the new landlord. II daresay you
and they find 1t pleasant to work the
property between you. You tickle me,
Toby. III tickle yQp. style Of thing. shs