Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-23

years time the next baronet (that one's cougin) married her. He was . reckless. dissipated fellow, and, they say, hastaned his own death; but he lived until his only son (NeiD came of age, and he edu- cated hum on bis own model. "Was the last DarOnet-I mean the last but one-at all like the present one in appearance r asked Lima, rather earnestly.
 ''Like Neil :? Oh dear, no; quite . contrast in appearance, as you may see by the portraits of him here there are plenty of them, aren't there? He was handsome enough, high bred, and dis tinguished-l looking in the extreme; but he was, for all that, no credit to any | family. He stood out as unprincipled, even amongt the unprincipled Athelstons. He was just one of those cool, persua- sive men, in whose power it lies to work more than the average share of wrong, and to be unsuspected of it. "I thought so," answered Lima, un- consciously.
 "Yes, I dare say you have heard of him. Neil's father was random, hare brained, selfish fellow, bent on his own aims and pleasures just as Sir Gerard was-but openly and avowedly SO like | Neil and the wrong he did, everybody knew he did. Do you understand this difference?"
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 "And now 1 have told you enough of them, haven't I? Let us dismiss them with your hope that there may some day be worthy Athelston of High Ath- elston. Unlucky as it seems, we may as well indulge ourselves in the notion of the possibility. Whom else shall tell you of? Mir. borden, the rector, with his large head, and his large heart, and his large wife and his small daughter And say no wonder his head is large. when it is crammed with all the confess [ sions of his flock and no wonder his heart is large, when it holds comfort for everybody; and no wonder his wife is large, when she does nothing all day; and no wonder his daughter is small. when she has been brought up as tiny precious pearl of inestimable value. which If lost sight of by the parents would be immediately swallowed mp by. the great gaping dragon Of a world that lies beyond Churchill. She is not bad little creature, only you will know of what three-cornered notes about nothing, and signs them always 'Emmie J. If I could just live to see one of her letters uncrossed, and signed E. Jordon,' l should have some hope of her. Another thing is, that she thinks all women are made to be smiled at and petted, like kittens, and that all men delight in doing the smiling and betting part. 1 often wonder whether her notions, or mine, are nearer the truth"
 "Hers may be true as regards some women and some men," laughed Lima.
 "Yes, l suppose so and hope mine are as true as regards other women and other men. Miss Jordon is the type of the weak-minded girls of Highshire, as my sister Louisa is the type of the strong-ninded. Ugh no wonder men are to be found who think scorn of eith- CT extreme. But, apropos of Miss Jor. den, she is setting her caplnow-with all its bows fying-at MT. Jeffrey. It used to be at Sir Neil, but she got tired. Not that blame her for setting her cap at any one," broke off Marjorie, flushing little in her laughter; fwe all do it. of course. It is an exclusive woman's right"
 "Do you, Miss Castillain ?" inquired Lima, gently laughing.
 CT? Indeed I do. My cap is almost worn out now from its frequent setting; and you should see Louisa's?"
 s'But you have not told me yet about Col: Stuart and The Anchorage" put in Lima, when she was grave again.
 "Oh, I cannot tell you about him, be- cause-because 1 never know how to describe him. He is-bald."
 t'Very ittle," said Lima, wondering at the new, restless earnestness she de. tected in her visitors tone. 1T have seen him."
 "Have you? Do you like his face2"
 "Very much"
 You could hardly help it, could you But" added Marjorie, with a sudden. careless merriment, Che is bald. you see, or, as little Jack Esdaile said when he came from abroad and saw his uncle. he has another forehead on the top of his head l"
 "I do not think I noticed it." said
 "Didnf yo1a Why, one part of his head shines just like mirror, and the other day, when I saw speck settled there in bold relief, had to go away. for fear of being too strongly tempted to dust the glistening surface for him."
 "Oh, hush !" cried Lima.
 !" It is odd that so many men grow bald quite young, isn't it?" resumed grow bald, too, and hide it with caps and chignons? or haven't they enough brain to work through2 We'll, it is happy thing for me that Neil Athelston is not at all likely to lose any of his hair till he is about 90. Col. Stuart's story is rather romance, Miss Chester. Shall ! tell it you? His sister married the only son of man supposed to be the richest merchant in London, but who died insolvent. And because. before this, Col. Stuart had heard--or found out or guessed or something Capt, Edsaile's only sister, delicate, gentle girl of IT, was shall say? fond of him-loved him (not as Miss yorden loves Eustace Jeffrey. but as Viola loved the Duke of nlyria), he came forward (now that her father was dead and her brother going back to Australia and she penniless), and mar ried her and brought her here, to be as happy as the day was long at The An chorage. Poor little thing In the
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