Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-09-04

IA 'ci farewell. lie SAYS. 1T may De
some time before see you again;
u am going to LONDON tomorrow.
The boys are deli gifted at the news
OF Scrope's intended departure, but
pleasure gives place to regret a few
moments later when they learn that
he means to return.
Ncra says good-by coolly enough;
certain words of Scorpe's are ranking
in her bosom. Tom is quick to no.
tice her unusual quietness.
What is it makes you sad:
How many apples have YOU hnd?'
She answered: Only seven
AND are you sure you We had no more,
My little maid" quoth l.
'oh, SIR my mother never gave me four,
! But they were pie'
he says, with ludicrous imita ton of
Horace Scrope.
Ton" cries his mother, in tone
OF rebuke; and he retreated with his
brother. Then Norah and her aunt
look rather shyly at each other.
"Auntie dear, why did you want
ME to marry that man."
my dear, | thought he was fond
OF you; think SO still.'
Nora meditates, then. repeating
the poets generous" speech, asks
her aunt for i'm interpretation.
"My dear Nora, what generosity
could there bein marrying You" asks
Mrs. Stamer don't think about
the ungnllent speech. BY the way,
you know Tower Court" Tower
Court is the great house of the neigh
| k.,s o1x~ CT,
the death of the old baronet n few
years ago, when it passed into the
hands of distant relative. The
owner is coming home," Mrs. Stamer
continues; mt last he means to take
possession. TWAS early to-day that
l learned that the new baronet was
John Carteris.'
"Yes?" says Nora, seeming very
little Interested.
"Why, Nora, surely you remember
Jack?"
Nora's eyes suddenly light up; she
does. indeed, remember the big,
strong, merry boy, whose romping
used to disturb the quiet of Aunty' s
town house, who brought foreign
stamps for Tom and Fred, mended
her dolls and aunty's work box, and
taught them Ill how to make coffee.
Could she ever forget the boy for
whom she cried so bitterly when he
had to 60 away from England in
search OF livelihood. his parents be-
ing very poor in those days?
THAT is turn offortune's wheel, y
says Nora
Aweek later tennis net is stretched
across the lawn, and Tom is dis.
porting himself in comical fashion
7 in opposion to Fred and Nora, wher
} suddenly the rackets are thrown
aside and tho boys rush down thu
5 patti to the green gate, on which ii
leaning u young man who they haC
V been expecting ever since they heart
OF his arrival at Tower Court. 1t il
!, Jack Charteris, looking bigger thar
: ever, with the honest gray eyes ano
r square brow and merry expression
t so we'll remembered by the Stamers
t "The rector told me where
I should find my old friends" he says
t AS he glances at Nora, surprise
}. wonder and admiration are visible
y in his eyes, and he utters her nam
in a tone expressive OF oil tire
n emotions.
q Mrs. Stamer rises from her gardel
chair and joins the group. Jack ha
8 not changed with the change of fol
- tune, she observes; he is the sam
s. blithe, happy hearted fellow she use
to like SO we'll.
10 "We expected you to come in
~ carriage and six," says Tom.
i Time flies too quickly tor all c
:. them as Jack relates some OF his e,
y periences abroad, recalls many inc
- dents which happened in his boy
- - hood, and concludes by plannin
~ pleasant days in the future at Towe
, Court.
a "He is a brick" the boys decide
n y. "iust what he used to bel"
!"
e. The sun has sunk behind the pul
vs. pie hills, saffron glow is in the wes
Of the fair moon looks down serenely G
the shorn meadows. 1t is n beaut
te full tranquil September night. Alon
I'd the narrow feldpath Nora and JAG
V, stroll slowly housewards arm-in-arr
- "My darling said auckland 1
r. the words a crimson rose color owe
RI spreads the girls checklist ha'
| loved you all my life, even when '
an were little ones together! All tt
time was away working and sla
va ing, the one hope l had was to W
nS you, to make home for you
"But YOU never wrote to me" 8
?" observes.
"Was it not better to come m
IN, sell, Nora. And until lately cou
gh not have written as l wished
at They are near the green gate no
where tall thin man is waitin
.st Nora drops Jacks arm, and the c.
he or in her cheek deepens.
at "Mr. Scrope! How you startl
Ter mel"
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