Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-05-08

though some of them were very fine, did not
care to look at them again-at any rate not
that afternoon. But Elizabeth gazed at them
/ with eager eyes, and mentally apprised their
I value, wondering if they would ever be hers
.What is this pictures She asked, pointing
to beautiful portrait Of Dutch burgomas.
ter by Rembrandt
THAT answered Owen heavily, for he
knew nothing of painting and cared less,
that is a Nelasquez, valued for probate at
( Is, 000-no,' referring 10 the catalogue and
reading. Il beg your pardon: the next is the
Nelasquez; that is a Rembrandt in the mas
ter's best style, showing all his wonderful
mastery over light and shade. 1t was valued
! for probate at 4,Qo0 guneasn
-Four thousand guneasln said Elizabeth.
! Fancy having thing worth 1900 guineas
hanging on a waltz
And so they went on, Elizabeth asking
/ questions and Owen answering them by the
help Of the catalogue. till, TO Bsatrice's relief
& they came at length TO the end OF the pictures.
I Then they took some tea in the little sitting
room Of the master Of all this magnihcence.
1 Oven, TO her great annoyance, sat opposite
7 to Beatrice, staring at her with all his eyes
while she drank her tea, with Efiie sitting in
! her lap. and Elizabeth, observing it, bit her
+ lip in jealousy. She mad thought it well TO
4 bring her sister here; il would not do 70 let
/ Mr.. Davies think she was keeping Beatrice
out OF his way, but his mute idol worship
was trying TO her feelings After tea they
went to the TOP Of the tower, and Ellie re-
] joiced exceedingly in the view, which was
beautiful Here owen got word with Eliza
beth.
'Your sister seems to be put out about
something he said
''Idaresay,r she answered carelessly; "Bea-
trice has an uncertain temper. ! think she
wanted 70 90 out shooting with Mr.. Bingham
this afternoon"
Had Owen been a less religious person he
might have sworn; as it was, he only said
Mr.. Bngliam-it is always Mr. Bingham
from morning TO night When IS he going
away
I'm another week. believe. Beatrice win
be sorry, / think; she makes great compan-
ion Of hiru. And now think that We must be
getting hume" and she went, leaving this
poisoned shaft TO ranke in his breast.
After they had returned to the vicarage
and Beatrice had heard Efie her prayers and
tucked her up in her small white bed, she
went down to the gate to he quiet for little
while before supper. Godfrey had not yet
come in
It was lovely autumn evening; the sea
seemed TO s.eep, and the little clouds, from
which the sunset fires bad paled. lay like
wreaths OF smoke upon the in1nite blue sky. |
Why had not Mr.. Bingham come back. she
wondered; he would scarcely have time TO
dress. Supposing that an accident had hap
pened 20 him. Nonsensel what accident could
happeni He was so big and strong he seemed
TO defy accidents; and yet had it not been fol-
her there would be little enough left OF his |
strength today. Ali she was glad that she
had lived to he able to save him from death. |
There he came, looming like giant in tn, |
evening mist.
There was small hand gate beside tn
large one on which she leaned. eSeoffrey |
stalked straight up to it as though he did moi
see her; he saw her well enough, but he wa,
cross with her.
She allowed him TO pass through the gate, |
which he shut slowly, perhaps TO give her an
opportunity of speaking, if she wished to dc
so: then, thinking that he did not see her,
she spoke in her soft, musical voice
"Did you have good sport, Mr.. Binghamr /
Mo- he answered, shortly; II saw very
little, and / missed all / saw"
81 am so sorry, except for the birds. Il
hate the birds TO be killed Did you not see
NE in this white dressl | saw you fifty yard |
away
YES, Miss Granger, /" he answered, 81 saw
you
And you were going by without speaking
o me; II was very rude Of yon-what Is tho
natterr
s'Not 50 rlde as it was of you to avan@
walk out with me and then to 90 and see -.
Davies instead
Il could not help it, Mr. Bingham it was
sn old engagement, which had forgotten.
quite 50; ladies always have an excnss
for doing what they want to do"
ut is not an excuse, Mr.. Bingham" Beat
rice answered, with dignity; there is nc
ueed for me 70 make excuses to you about
my movements.
"Of course not, Miss Granger but it would
be more polite TO tell me when you change
your mind-next time, you know. However,
have no doubt that the castle had attrac-
tions for you.
She flashed one look at him and turned tc
go, and as she did 50 his heart relented; lie
grew ashamed
Miss Granger, don't 60; forgive me. dc
not know what has become of my manners; /
spoke as should not. The fact is l was put
out at your not coming To tell the honest
truth, missed you dreaafully.n
"You missed me! That is very nice of you
one likes 10 be missed. But if you missed me
for one afternoon, how will you get on
week hence when you go away and miss me
altogether!a
Beatrice spoke in a bantering tone, and
laughed as She spoke, but the laugh ended il
something like sigh. He looked at her for
a moment-looked till she dropped her eyes.
Heaven only knowsln he answered, sadly
Let US go in said Beatrice, in con
strained voice. How chilly the air ha
tnrned.r