Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-08-25
Mr.. Wayt'S Wlfe'S SiSter
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By MARION HARLAND.
By MARION HARLAND.

second clause OF the introduction flushed
deeply, while her mute return OF his
bow had a serious natural grace he
thought charming. When he begged
that she would resume her seat, the lit
tie roguish curl at the corner of her
lips which he recollected as archly de-
mure, came into play.
"We have nSchairs to offer, but II you
do not object to tho best we have to
give" finishing the half-invitation by
seating herself upon a grass-grown root,
iutting out near the trunk of the tree.
1.-THE incest carpet and lounge in the
world" affirmed March, sitting down
upon the sward. odd, isn't it, that
American men don't know how to lon
on the turf as English do? Our climate
is ever so much drier and we have three
times as many fair days in the year, and
some Of us seem to be as loosely put to-
0ether. But we don't understand how to
ding ourselves down all in heap that
doesn't look awkward either, and be
altogether at ease in genuine Anglican
fashion. Even If there are ladies pres
emit an Englishman lies on tho grass,
and it is considered quite the thing,
don't you know They say the import
ed American never gets the hang of it,
try as he will. A man must be born on
the other side or he can't learn 1t"
There may be something in your
countryman's Unborn reverence for
women that prevents him from master
ing the accomplishment" said Hetty,
little dryly.
March bowed gayly.
Thank you for the implied comph-
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glad you are getting tho benefit of this
perfect May day. There, at any rate,
we have the advantage of the Mother
Country, II she has given us the May
pole and The Queen of the May
This is sour and dubious month in
Merry England"
"You have been there, then?"
Hester said 1t abruptly, as she said
most things, but the eagerness, dashed
with longing, that gave plaintive
cadence to the question. caught MARGINS
ear.
several times. | sailed from Liver
pool twelve days ago. ] was just oil
the steamer, and may be little un-
steady on my feet when l collidcd with
your carriage last Thursday, and you
generously forgave me"
The girl was regarding him with
frank admiration that would have
ANNOYED an ultravsonsitive man, and
amused, while 1t flattcred. Sain one.
alt must be hedDe'eiy to travel in the
country of Scott and Dickens!" she said,
quantity naive. GLOW you must have
enjoyed it,"
II did, exceedingly, but less on &C
count Of David Copperfield and Nicholas
Nickleby than because, as boy, row
eled In English history, and that my
mothers father for whom ! was named.
was English. You should hear my sister
talk of her first journey across England.
She would say every little while In an
awed undertone: This is just Hrtn9
| Dickensr You have not met her yet,
l think?" to TIetty.
mo"
The tone was reserved, without being
rude. He could have fancied that sad
ness underlay civil regret. Perhaps May
had been mistaken in postponing her
call until the parsonage was in perfect
order.
'She means to call very soon. She
thought it would be unneighborly to
intrude before you had recovered from
| tho fatigue Of removal and travel. Mr..
Wayt was my fathers guest for day OF
two, you know, before your arrival, and
have had since the pleasure OF meet
ing him several times and OF hearing
him preach this morning"
In the pause that succeeded the
speech the church-bell began to ring for
afternoon service. Under the impress
| sion that he had lost caste in not at
tending upon the second stated ordi-
| nance of the sanctuary he offered lame
explanation.
| ~ am afraid am not an exemplary
church-goer. But find one sermon as
much as l can digest and practice from
Sunday to Sunday. My mother doesn't
| like to hear me say it. She thinks such
sentiments revolutionary and unca
| nonical, and no doubt she is right"
Anybody is excusable for preferrine
to worship under green apple-boughs
to-day" observed Hester, with unchar
| acteristic tact. "You see we have al
ways lived in cities, great and small
| We have been used to brick walls ant
narrow, high houses, with paved back
yards, with cats on the fences"-dtsgdst
fully-"and wet clothes tapping in you
eyes II you tried to pretend to ruralize
Every body hasn't as much imagination
as Young John Chivery, who said thu
Tapping of sheets and towels in his fac'
made him feel like he was in groves
"Fairhill has preserved the rural ele
ment remarkably we'll, when one con
siders her tens of thousands of inhabit
ants, her water-supply and electro
lights" said March; land luckily on
doesn't need much imagination to he'll
out his enjoyment of the world on thi
Sunday afternoon"
His tone was so respectfully familiar
his bearing so easy, the girls forgot tina
he was stranger.
cit wasn't your Dickens who said ii
but you can, perhaps, tell me who di
write q verse that has been running Il
my unpoetical brain ever since entere
your fairy bower" he said by and by.
1.-THE orchards oil a-flutter with pink;
Robins twitter, and wild bees humming
Break the song with thrill to think
How sweet is life when summer is coming