Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-19

stone walls the holly bulges with look of comfortable abundance, hiding tho "Rentsel villa" from the vulgar gaze. Then. again, we ind ourselves in tho hedge bound road, which winds on be- fore us to Bleaborough, the county town of Highshire; and behind us, through Churchill, on and on, and on, to London.
 Two miles, uninterrupted by any dwelling we need mention, then upon our right rises the high gray wall which bounds the park of High Athelston, broken presently by the bronze gates and ivy-covered lodges. Two lamps hang high above the gates, and between them stands great stone shield, bear ing the arms of the Athelstons-a leop- ard oouchant. A grand old mellow house is High Athelston, standing has stood for centuries. From the wide gates stately avenue leads to the pill Jared entrance. Passing this without entering, we descend one of the flights of steps which lead from the terrace on the west side of the house, and turn aside into g by-path across the park; thread our way through somber shrub bery, where thick, dark arches of yew and holly make twilight of the sunniest summer noon, and reach . narrow green door in the north wall of the park. Pass ing through this, saluted noisily from the rookery in the high old lines above us, we find ourselves in Neither Lane, . narrow road bordered by two rows of low elms, which in summer time throw heavy bars of shade across the sunlt way. Midway between this door and Churchill-for the lane merges into the high-road on the outskirts of the town stand the only two cottages which the lane contains. They are built under one roof, and lie back in a vegetable garden, divided into two by 6 narrow paling. The sheltering trees do not ex- tend beyond the cottages; the lane is open then, and when we reach the end we stand once more in the suburbs of Churchill.
 But we have now . journey to make beyond the town in the opposite direc- tion SO again we pass the picturesque old lamp half way up the hilly street i; finger g moment looking into the peace full ohurch-yar then walk on along the highway, which the Churchill people designate "the London road" while on the other side of the townit is known only as "the Peterborough road"
 fA4OAO"1 nAVC4 OA1y hAOW O4AAuICb Wh1hs we reach The Anchorage, the pleasant sunny little estate of Col. Alick Stuart, who brought his young wife here four years ago, but is a widower now, and has his sister and her little boy staying with him.
 On still further from the town, back among the woods and close down beside the lazy river, lies the old manor-house of Hawkedale, which has been in the pos session of the Castillains for almost as long . time as the Athelstons have held sway at High Athelston and which is possessed now by the first Castillain who, for 200 years, has had no son to succeed him & matter of rejoicing among those who believe in the old proverb, "Like father, like son." A handsome old manor is Hawkedale ]; but both without and within are eviden- ces unmistakable of the grinding nature of its old master, whose mania for sav- ing is as inexplicable as it is pitiful. Heaven only knew-as his young daughter used to say-for what or whom he had been saving through all his three- score years and ten, and would save still for three-score years and ten more, if through that length of time. No; Heaven only knewi
 1 i've have nothing here as they have l at High Athelston or at The Anchorage, " would sometimes be the thought of Marjorie Castillain, as she tried with her own hands to cut the shrubs, or get her flowers to bloom in the old conserv- atories, which were not even weather proof. ''At High Athelston they have everything to make the place magnifi- cent; ;luxuries and games and enticements everywhere great stone figures on the terraces and splendid foreign trees and shrubs; and servants to keep the place beautiful from end to end. And at The Anchorage they have-o oh 1 such rare, sweet flowers and such a wonderful at mosphere of peace and ease and rest while We well, we have our grand old trees, at any rste," the girl would add, with laughing philosophy, "and our river; and these two things have beau. ty of their own which the famous family miserliness cannot extinguish,"
 And now we have ended our walk round Churchill.
 One high lamp flickers feebly upon the platform of the Churchill station, and one burns little more steadily in the booking-ofice. The down express has just gone on its way, after having deposited one passenger and two boxes which the porter is carrying. The sta- tion-master, holding in leash two hand some greyhounds, which have the couchant leopard embroidered on their coats, stops and speaks respectfully to the solitary passenger upon the plat. form.
 "We'vs fire in tho office, Miss. Il you'll stay there, I'll sec that all is right
 about your luggage"
 There are moments when kind words
 will summon tears which coldness can
 not bring, and for Lima Chester this wa,
 one. She felt them starting painfully te
 her eyes a. she answered that she hae hoped . cab would be here to take he
 to High Athelston.
 "Not yet, Miss" the station-maste said, smiling to hear her use word al
 most unknown in Churchill; "there no fly here tonight. But Sir Neil Athel ston will be sending soon for these grey hounds of his, which came by you