Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-12-19
CHAPTER TX.

THE frank young smile,
And the red young mouth, and tho hairs
Whether she does or not Is another mat,
ter. One would say mott for choice, tax.
ing note OF the extremely insouciant ex-
preston that marks her face. But IL she
has disdained to give the matter thought,
not so the squire. Long and deep have
been his broodings, and as a result Of them
Re pcunces upon her towards evening, and
drawing her INFO the dining ROOM proceeds
to unburden bis mind
''Doddlekins, I've been thinking" begins
he, solemnly, seating'himself gingerly on tho
arm of IN exceedingly ancient chair.
mol" exclaims his daughter, with IT.
reverent meaning
~ hnve-alout this visit. and thinh
you ought to 60. ! do, indeed, my dearly
seeing disapprobation in her g'ance. "F
Is only right we should consider your future
and cease to be selfish know it will be o.
tug for rs both to part; but your aunt's an
influential woman, and she can bring you
out and show you OF a bit; and dare say
marry you well. Denis seems to think, -
slowly, "that you ought to marry a rick
man."
'Does he, indeedS' says tho Duchess,
with tilt of her lovely chin, expressive OF
anger. II wonder you would let him
speak like that dad. Ano--and / shan't
go either. can't bear strangers.
tut! You would get used to them in ne
time"
~ dare say; by the time was half dead
from studying them. Their ways would
not be my ways, and if l thought theH
tiresone they would probably think me
odd and--ard if were TO find any one
l. 4
IL should kill them"
"And quite right, too" says tho squire,
pugnac.ousy, giving her the warmest sup
port "Id like to SEQ the one that wouBS
dare do it. Just send him to mo, thatF
all?"
at wouldn't be a he, +" says the Duchess,
with a prophetic sigh. sit would be a
she's
Nonsense, my sweetheart, I'd lack You
against the lot Of 'em. DON'T you be down
hearted. Norah," turning to her with sud.
don anxiety, "can you dance?"
Like an angelo declares tie Duchess,
modestly splinging to her feet. 500 you
think there will be dancing there dadS Pm
all right so for, because Ohio used to walta
with ne oil last winter, every pfternooIt
that was wet, in the big hall; don't you re-
memter? Yes, can dance, knowl''
"You inherit it, " says the squire, standing
up hi rsclf and beaning with pleasurable'
remembrance AZ was beautiful dancer
myself in my own tine There wasn't ORG
in the county could hold candle to me.
Not ball or roGt wasn't at this side Of
Cork, to say nothing of q run up to Duh
lin now and then, to show myself at TIE
levees and that. Sometimes I'd be up every
night for whole month at q stretch, denc-
ing till morning reeped in at US; and after
that cane the drive homo with ones favor
tie partner through the lovely dawn. And
then up again Ietilres, and away. with tho.
hounds maybe, and back with a rush to
dress once more to rect the Macgillicuddy
girls at a ball somewhere. Such laughing,
such tearing as there was, and now anR
again duel thrown in, just to give FLIP.
to it, o! tits those were the DEVILS own
times" says tho squire, now bursting with.
Joy over his recollections, and altogether
forgetful'of his manners. The Duchess is
evidently bent on encouraging him, to quite
a shareful extent.
''Ohl dad, fe!'' says she, shaking 8
slender foreinger at him. 81 doubt not you
were O regular Mohawk in your day;'a
right down rollicdng blade,"
'Only fer year or two, my lovo no
more-no mere, I assure you" says the
squire impre sively. "Then met your
mother at a ball at tho McKenzies and fell
in love with her, and we were married in-a
fortnight Ali twas she was the lovely
womanv'
"TEat goes without saying" remarks
her Grace, saucily, holding out her skirts
with both hands and dancing up to an old
fashioned mirror that laughs back at her in.
answer to her own glaEce. "V'la Peffett
she says, making charming little moue at
her own image, while slowly tripping it to-
and fro before the glass.
"Come, dad, she cries. casting glancs
back at him, ''you can't have forgotten, il
all yet. Let's have up the middle ,afisF
down again, If only to warm our b,ood.,'
She places her arms akimbo and ships up
to him, a most eltrancing invitation in her
eyes. The squire is not proof against ID
He instantly takes fire and In another in
slant he, too, is footing il CALAMITY with
might and main up and down the we'll
waxed floor. Indeed, 10th father and
daughter are in the middle Of q very fin.
shed performance when Denis opens the
door and walks in, to find Norah flushed,
painting, laughing, altogether lovely, and
the squire a 10y as he really is at Eeart.
await moment, my dear fellow; we
have just cns figure more" cries he, un.
willing to cut sht 1T his dance. Oh, Norah,
you rogue, how fast you trip it'll Yonlll
be tho death Of your old dad. Now for the
wind up. There! There's for you'll DID
you ever SEQ anything that could beat that,
Denis? How does she dance, eh?'' pointing
to Norah with fatherly pride "Will that
do for madam, eh?'
Nonsense, dad, laughing. "But can
assure you, SIR" dropping gay littla
courtesy to Denis, that l can dance you
someth ng better than country dance. A
waltz, now, an you wish it; or even q
quadrillc, at n pitch, though I confess r
care not for sich foolish measures"
"You will come to Ventry then?" CRIES
the young nan, needless of I'll save that
hope. "You have made up your mind to'
come back with mo-. !" +F
''Oni not 50 fast as that" says she
Struggling her shoulders. az must get
There arc things that must be seen to be.
fore l can GO; if''-with hesitation
cruelty prolonged-"go do"
''Do no. throw another doubt on IL
Come now, give me your word you will az
cept my mothers invitation"
"Well, suppose So" signing.
"And when2 Now" turning to his
uncle, 'that have obtained her consent 1
think / had better run home and lift the.
mother out of the Slough of Despondr