Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-01-05

MIR. Foster; We owe too much to Aunt Pleas
ance. Now, as We have no one else in the
world, we must try and make our own way"
But, good heavens, how?" exclaimed the
girl knew as little a. baby about making her
own way in q hustling, greedy, seiish world.
my dear Miss Ferrers, you can't calculate the
difficulties that lie before you. Surely, Mr..
Westbrook-" But there John Foster had to
end abruptly. What would be the use of his
holding out hopes about division Of property,
Of any hberality whatever on Mr.. westbrook's
part, when he knew very well he had not got .
generous spark in him from the crown Of his
head to the sole of his foot?
Truly, when ownership had first appeared
possible the gentleman had vaguely dropped
hints about allowing the young people q Few
thousand, but az time went on and no will was
unearthed, another casual mention of this dou-
ceur had diminished it to Q few hundred. What
ultimate point OF contraction it might reach
the young man feared to think. So he checked
himself with embarrassment, and could only
wind up with some rather incoherent remark
about arrangements being made for Miss Fer
rers comfort, and II there was anything he
could do!
Olive colored. Something in the earnestness
OF his last words made her tremble. She was
afraid Of relying on him too much, and yet, In
this trouble, perhaps she might take his help
for a little while.
81 think Mr.. westbrook intends settling what
is to be done this afternoon she said nervously;
''afterward may be-glad to ask your advice.
Mr.. Westbrook does not much like"
Here Olives half-uttered opinion was unex-
pectedly emphasized from without. Through
the door, standing ajar, came Mr.. Westbrooks
voice, ringing with anger:
"Cyril! What are you up to there? Kick
that beast down stairs this moment"
'Toots is doing no harm, SIR" answered the
boys clear voice. "Aunt Pleasance always let's
us play hide and seek ON the gallery"
"Your Aunt Pleasance, as you call her, could
do as she liked. Now order what q choose.
That clumsy brute will smash those cases of
birds. Send him down this moment; do you
hear, you young rascal?"
Cyrils temper, frank and plant enough
under decent civility, had been brushed in
every possible wrong direction by Mr. West
brook during these last few days. Now it sud-
denly bristled up like hedge-hog's prickles.
Olive said Toots and could wait here till she'd
done those old papers, 30 l shall not come
down till she calls me-"
Here Olive hurried into the hall. Mr.. West
brook, purple with rage, was storming up at
Cyril, who, with flaming cheeks and bright
old stairs; Toots, a knowledgeable little fox
terrier, shifting excitedly between the balus-
trades, as il only waiting the word Of command
to make for their mutual enemy's calves.
"Tn put brick round that ours neck and
have him dropped in the nearest pond" cried
the irate gentleman; ''while, as for your sister,
she's perfectly aware, or ought to be, that she's
no more right to give orders in this house than
the scullery-maid" (John Foster here made
quick step forward. Olive silenced his indig-
nation with an entreating glance.) Il am
master here. Now come down, or VOW I'll
horsewhip YOU"
you'll have to catch me first, sir, )" said Cyril
coolly; shut I'll do as Olive tells me, of course.
"Then come down, Squirrel, darling" his
sisters exclaimed. And the lad, with TOots in
attendance, was at his side in twinkling.
MY brother had no. idea of transgressing by
tesy to Mr.. Westbrook; NOR by bidding him
do so. Perhaps he and Toots had better 60 for
an hour or SO now"
"Not till he has apologized to me for his i'm
pudence," fumed Mr.. Westbrook. "Beg my
pardon, young-whippersnapper, then you may
CO."
I'm afraid shall have to stop long while
first" said Cyril. "No, Olive protestingly-
I've nothing to beg his pardon for, and I'm
Olive, distressed, looked appealingly at Mr..
Foster.
"No impertinence was meant. am sure, sir {"
said the young lawyer promptly. '.All will be
right II Cyril runs out again, as Miss Ferrers
suggests"
If Miss Ferrers lets him do anything of the
SORT, sne Sas-as-dlSrespectfu as the boy, re-
torted the unsOothable gentleman. "Neither
he nor she nor any one on the place seems to
understand who am. Irequire an immediate
apology from that young scamp"
Then you won't get it," said the young
scamp coolly Drawing the man who was now
domineering over Olive.
"You shall be looked up till you eat humble
pie" cried Mr.. Westbrook, advancing furiously
on Cyril, but rapidly retreating as Toots rushed
to the fore with a vicious snap. "Miss Ferrers
l presume you have some control over your
brother9 require him to stay alone in the
library yonder till he comes to his senses and
speaks the words consider my due. Will you
desire him to 60 into that room, or must he be
taken there by force?'
my brother never disputes q wish Of mine
Mr.. Westbrook," said Olive, painfully excited
yet wonderfully self-controlled. s'Sauirrel
dear. not because consider you require pun
1shing, but for peace sake, please 20 in the
library. When I have spoken to Mr.. West
brook presently will come for you."
She stopped and laid her cheek on the lads
curly head a moment. Then off he stalked
with lump In his throat to the little room at
the left of the hall. Mr.. Westbrook triumph
antly turned the key upon him with, "Stop
there, sir, till l let you out" John Foster
walked forth among the lilacs and syringas to
keep himself from making unprofessional re-
marks, and Olive fed upstairs to treat her
forced calm to a good cry before recounting
this fresh misadventure to her young sister
Helen.