Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-11-21

dead brother and who Is so tall so arlsto-
cratic in bearing, so well set up and So
which always comes first to an Irish eye
handsome.
'Iy dear boy, I'm delighted 10 see you.
IT'S new life to me. Well, well, but you re
like your poor father. Ny dear fellow, tits
very good of you to think of coming to SEQ
an Old man like me-"
His OVID handsome head Is well thrown no
and he smiles an almost tender welcome on
his nephew who, though good six feet, is
yet half an inch below him in height.
"Come in, come in," says he; land as
for you Larry Finn" addressing the driver
of the outsider, who is well known to him,
as indeed is every soul in the county, Ego
round to the kitchen and wait for your din
nor My dear Denis" leading the way up
the stone steps and into the large, bare,
comfortless apartment called by courtesy
the drawing room at Ballyhinch, 'what
years have rolled by since l saw you! A
little fellow you were then, but not SO UNI
like either. And how is madam? How's
your mothery'
''Quite we'll, thank you. She sent the
very kindest rememSrances to you and my
cousin, and desired me to say she hopes,
now we have agreed t. stay in Ireland for
some time, that we will shall no longer con-
tinue strangers to each other"
isle was always charming" says the
squire, with rather old-fashioned but very
admirable air. ''And your laying his
hands upon tho young mans shoulders aud
surveying him with ahectionate scrutiny.
Glow old are you now, ell? Ishould know,
I suppose, but, Faith, things slip ne.
Twenty seven, eh?"
''Not so bad a guess, and a catering ono
into the bargain, as, happen to CD twenty
eight. At that age one begins to wish a
year Off rather than year on"
''Tut! What's twenty-eight: When
was that age called myself boy-and
the broth of a boy, too, )" says the squire,
with his jolly laugh, than which there waa
nothing more musical in the next four par
ishes. "But you must be thoroughly done,
my dear boy, and hungry, too, of course.
If''-lcoxing rather helplessly round him
eff one only knew where the DuchesS-er--
Noddlekins-that is-Norah, your cousin,
mean," founderng hopelessly over the
many loving sobrIquets belonging to his
darling, "waS, we might"
''Nothing for me-" says Denis quickly.
Nothing at all, thank you. l slept in
Cork and breakfastcd there about an hour
ago, as it seems to me. 1t is really nothing
of a journey here from there. / feel as
fresh as daisy and as fit as n fiddle. A
walk to stretch my legs / should like after
the train work-that is, if you are think
ing of going out"
well, generally do take a look round
me about this hour to sec that the men are
keeping up to their work, says the squire
haziy. desperate lazy fellows, most OF
them, and If you would really like to join
me-but positively you must have some
thing first; n brandy and soda, now"
mo, lhank you," says Denis, laughing
and tucking his arm into his uncle's and
leading him toward the open window,
through which it is but simple thing to
drop on to tn, grass below. At this mo-
ment it is borne in upon him that it is a pos
siLle thing to teel very intimate with the
squire in the space of five minutes or 80.
Outside thcre is blaze of yellow sum
shine, and the wild sweet singing OF innum-
erahle birds. n meadow with long grass,
still stanling--tecaus OF tho heavy rains
that had de,I g,l the earth in the early
summer-al, no. Oh It is now mii-JulJ, is
making gent. obeisance to the soft wind
that rushes over il.
The short grass on which they are walk
ing widers gently into a garden rather
lower down, protected on one side by u high
beech hedge. Not an everyday garden
trim and ribbon-bordered, but q gay, de-
locus mass OF all flowers old and new,
jumbled up together in "A delicate confusion
one harmonious whoie-thus forming "a
very wilderness of sweets. "
"What an exquisite bit'' says Denis,
standing still and honestly admiring.
"YCu have a gardener with tiae SENSE OF
taste"
Tie squire laughs aloud.
''Says that TO the Duchess" cries he,
and you'll make her your friend for life.
Gardener there is none; oil you see there
is her owl work. No hand but hers sows
or rears in that little garden. / tell her
the flowers must know and love her or they
would not bloom so; that she must breathe
some cunning spell upon them to make them
flourish as they do"
"What! Does she do it all herselfg"
Every scrap" says the squire, with
loving pride.
"a muscular young woman with a ven-
geance, thinks Delaney, and pictures to him
self with shudder the tail, large-boned
girl with lin oil probability fiery locks with
whom lie will have to claim cousinship
presently. With many fears, too, he calls
to mind the errand Oh which he has bean
sent by his mother, to capture and bring
back to her for a long visit this young
Amazon. IIo thinks of his mothers put
tient despair over the entertainment of such
n guest, aud of Katherine's cultured stare
and educated lifting of the brows.
''She has talent" he says, politely sitting
q sigh.
Striking across the fields AMI getting be-
You'd the trees, n larger view is given to the
eyes The stretching plains, now ripenns
to their death; the following corn, the wav-
ing barley falling wave on wave, the cloui-
iiecked sky, AID teyoni all the sileEt, gilt
tering oces;i, on wdica the sua's hottest
rays are falling, all blenl { yether to form
q s-ene the beauty OF which --..srs into the
very soul os the newcomer.
He is indeed somewhat loss in the contem-
platoon of it viii the wild barhin. of the
whole kennel, as it seems to him, breaks in
upon his tron1uil reveric. Berkings they
are Of the most agonise description, sag
gestive OF desire Tor suicide on the parts
OF the performers.
"Dy Jove the dogs. I've forgotten
ftop, npI fboy,vo fo,, M nut JiyN s1ortaI