The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-10-06

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Ct SEE CAPTAIN GLYN LEANING AGAINST
THE TRUNK OF A CHERRY TREE
ment. 1t is very odd, but, like ''Annie's lit
tic lambn in tho nursery song, "wheresoe'er
the children are that 'soldier's' sure to fol-
low" suppose ought to object to it; but
don't. l like Carr Glyn, and I like
being near him, looking at him and
listening to his light, daring talk. l
think he likes me, too; he always tries to
draw me into the conversation, and yester-
day evening he gave George little bunch
of wild harebells to give to me. 1 shouldn't
have thought much of that; but later, when
Mrs Peveril asked him if he had enjoyed
picnic to which be had gone with the Gore
Langtons. he said it was 'beastly stupid y
and that the only pleasant five minutes in
the day were when he got away from all
those over dressed girls into a little copse full
of harebells, and thought Of the vicarage and
its inhabitants AIRS. Peveril said: Now,
Carr, there's pretty compliment to your
old cousinl' and then he looked at me--such
saucy, merry lookl 1 wonder IL he saw the
harcbells in my belt.
Now, while am blushing furiously at his
sudden appearance, he says, as calmly as pos
sible:
swell, Miss Leslie, what do you say to
Georges propositions? / shall second it most
heartily, provided you promise to enlist in
my regiment l don't think could suffer
you to appear in any other; against regimen
tai rules, you know
"Capt. Glyn," say primly, and stripping
the cherries vigorously from long, slender
bough, 'if you were more used to children,
you would know that they never talk any
thing but nonsense George especially
"Why, Miss Leslie, you know you told me
there's nothing you'd like better than to have
crossed the Prah with Cousin Carr, if you
been man." cries George "Carr, do ask
Mrs. Stumpkins about tho jacket; she'll do it
for you. Our Emily put it on for fun on
Wednesday when we went about the wash
ings. Mrs. St1mpkins's our washerwoman,
you know; and she hadn't sent home one of
Miss Leslies stockings, and'--
"George" O ahriek OF depreciation drowned
in ringing laugh from Carr Glyn.
"Well, Emily said it was yours, Miss Les
lie But what 'ould you do about you haira
Cousin Carr's is short"
Eyes" says Capt Glyn, persisting in en-
couraging Georges volubility. II am afraid
l should have TO cut off some Of those auburn
tresses, Regimental rules, you know
puts in George confdentially 'sThat's
much nicer. Emily says she buys all
her hair in London; but Miss Leslie hasn't
got money enough. She's too poor, you
know. Isn't it pity she's SO poor9 When
I'm a man Pm going to marry her and give
her all myn-
How much further George would have run
on within the protection of Capt Glynis
arms and Capt. Glyn's hooking eyes, is I'M
certain; for at this moment Dollie, who has
been sitting quietly on tho grass at my feet,
stuflng cherries into her little pink mouth,
sets up such doleful roar that it browns all
else, and l forget George in snatching her
up in my arms and asking anxiously is she
hurt. "What is it, my darling9n
Don't do away, Lelly. Tay wis me an
papa. Me don't want 90 do away" Dollie
sobbed between every roar and with fat
arms clasped round my neck as carry her
away toward the house, Some one stops us
before we reach it-some one whose study
window looks out on the orchard-and asks
''What has happenedf Is my little girl
hurtq'
''Lelly doin' away, papa,n cries DolIie,
still holding me with one hand whilo she
| stretches the other to her father. "Cuthin
I Carr's dom to take her away wis him Tell
Lelly not to do.n
'It is some nonsense of Georges" put in
hurriedly, almost Grossly; but why should
my ridiculous face grow SO red, and why
are children SO irrationall ''He wanted me
to be a soldier and Dollie took it in earnest
Dollie, how can you be SO silly?'
But my master takes the little goosey in
his arms, and does not laugh as l think no
might On the contrary, there is a strange
ho1f hax !,
Don't scold Dollie because her love for
you makes her selfish, Miss Leslie colder
ones might give you God speed aloud if you
were to go from us; but 1 am afraid we
should all cry out terribly in private"
think it is about this time that things be-
gin to so wrong; not very wrong--in such a
peaceful place as Byssham vicarage that
would be virtually impossible-but just
enough wrong to be different from usual; and
the worst of it is that there is no earthly
cause for it, and that every one seems equally
to blame, except Capt Glyn-I must say that.
Ho does nothing, poor fellowl except be
brighter and more pleasant day by day; but
for the rest of us--well, for me, may as well
begin with my own faults-there is some
thing decidedly out of joint l seem always
in hurry and a 1idget now. Georges spell
ing is tedious, and Dollies A. B G wearing
My clothes won't go on as easily as usual, and
my hair takes an immense time doing"
George twice tells me am 'cross, and / tell
him he is naughty, and We have words on the
subject; while Dollie, instead of sticking to
mo as usual like a little leech, slips away to
nurse, and says in self defense when sought
for, 'Lelly nebber tell me tories now" But
how can tell stories when am listening to
those terrible ones of Carr Glyn's Ashantee
adventures1
think he is nice and yet somehow don't
feel particularly happy; in fact, sometimes
don't feel happy at all. For one thing, Mrs.
Peveril is cross, very cross. She has snubbed
me more than once before Carr, and is
always bouncing on me at odd inter
walls as if in the hope of finding me idle. ]
am afraid l am rather idle of late Twice
have quite forgotten Dollie in the garden,
and once let George get up to his knees in a
muddy ditch because l was listening to some
thing Capt. Glyn the had joined US in OR
walll was telling me. or course it was very
careless and neglectful, but I never did SO
before, and Mrs. Peveril need not be quite 60
angry or say such unpleasant things Am
to blanso because this gallant. SUNNY '-'-
young soldier likes to be with met No one
else does except tho children. l should be
lonely enough otherwise. Even my master
never comes near me now, but has taken to
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