The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-11-10


denly as it had burst forth. Madeline
resumed the sewing which had dropped
upon her lap. and was soon talking in
her old, sensible way.
1t was not long before discovered
that Julius Stone was often back and
forth at the manor Once | met him
walking in the garden with Madeline.
Her face had the inscrutable look it had
worn the evening interrupted her whis-
pered consultation with her father.
$50 that is her business look"
thought. II wonder If she looked like
that when she wrote for me to come
home. 1t is intolerable, the way my
brother shifts off his affairs upon that
girl / must really speak to Robert
about it"
Beatrice, In the meantime, had re-
covered from her sprain. Her old &C
tivity had been in no wise impaired by
the temporary restraint, but here, there
and everywhere her bright face appeared,
and was always as full of sunshine as
Is cloudless sky In spring. l believe
have forgotten to mention that, on the
morning following her accident, Caleb
Armstrong, the farmers son. brought her
a graceful little willow basket, in which
some beautiful MOSES were tastefully
arranged II the gift had fallen into the
hands Of Mrs. Mannering or Theo.
doubt If it would ever have reached the
person for whom it was designed. But
Madeline carried the basket up stairs to
her sister, whose delight was twittered
out in succession of little bird like
laughs.
"See, Uncle Raffyr she cried; twas
ever anything SO pretty? 1t is fit for Ii
tania's boudoir. is it not? ! am sure
Caleb Armstrong must have the tastes OF
gentleman, rustic though he be-
Undoubtedly the rustic and the gen.
tleman have some tastes In common,
returned, lifting my niece to carry her
down to the parlor. The basket and the
MOSES went with us, and were exhibited
there with pleased exultation.
I my dear" said mamma, 1.-THE collec-
ton is quite pretty; and since it seems
to give you pleasure, ] shall allow you to
retain it, overlooking for once the young
farmers boldness in bringing it here
But hope it will be warning to you
not to fall in the way Of such people
again.
"My dear mamma, returned Beatrice,
with gay mockery, when / fall from the
top of Acorn Bluff again, it shall certain
" be at the feet of q president in chrysa-
lis. at the very least. There is no use in
speaking for sprig of royalty, because
that sort of exotic Is not cultivated in
our country"
II wish we had, now and then, a prince
of the blood here" said Theo, with a
little sigh.
TRY foreign travel" Beatrice sug-
gested. You would probably only have
to come. be seen and overcome.
"Theo. at least. will never forget that
she is Mannering." said mamma, look
ing complacently upon her first born.
do not wish to do my brothers wife
the injustice of representing her only as
an embodiment of aristocratic pride.
Undoubtedly her character bore an in
crustation composed mainly of that ele-
ment. but beneath the surface she may
have been an atfectionate wife and moth
er and an obhging friend and neighbor
have.thought it necessary to make this
explanation. because | am conscious OF
having loved her less than most others
of his family. and am therefore likely to
Get off her character with less tenderness
OF touch. Certain it is that not one of
her children would have panied her will
ingly-the saucy, fun loving Beatrice
least of all.
The summer waned imperceptibly, and
its incidents. except now and then one
holder in outline than the rest. have re-
ceded into the hazy dimness of the past.
One Of these exceptional instances now
recall
It was on morning late in August.
think, that started out from my lodging,
intending to go up to the manor Then
recollecting that / had promised Theo
some water lilies. which flowers were
getting rare, as it was late in the season
for them. proceeded first to the shore
Of the pond. where expected TO find my
sail boat To my surprise. however it
WAS gone But out upon the water
could descry its white sail shooting brisk
" OF before a stiff breeze.
WHO
Bat no matter for the exact form OF