Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-11-21
ioasly, 'how long do you think he will

here it is; Il hope to stay day or two. ,
Now, Duchess, don't you be taken in by
that, " says the squire, looking at her know
ingly over the sLeet no holds. "He'll stay
week 10 a moral
81 shouldn't be surprised at anything
he'd do. ~ disgustelly- SITS as good TO
stay month when you're about it," But
non' with sudden pang Of femembrance,
"a day I'M our monage will, u dare say,
more than suffice him. "
"Nonsense, now, Norah, your cousin
isn't that sort, should hope" says the
squire. "But, indeed, agree with you;
I'm afraid he'll find it-er-a bit rough. {"
"He'll hate it," says Norah.
81 wouldn't care if l was sure of the
dinner" says the squire, nervously. "But
what the ieuce will we do if that butcher
of ours Doesn't give us meat fit to eat. His
mutton, i allow you, is all very WELL but
his beef" says the squire, with profound
detection, chs beef is the very"
quite 50; l entirely agree with you"
says Norah, with admirable promptitude.
"But rever mind" conscious pride in her
tone. II have fowl in the yard as fat as
fat can be, and as to the beef think I'll go
to Mickey myself and tell him it's matter
of lie and death, and that he must give it
us good for once in his life. 4"
dol" with enthusiastic belief in her
plan. "There's nothing like woman's
tongue for bringing n man to reason, and
rs for yours know by experience that you
could"
ooh. daddy, now! Comet Am such a
shrew.''
''Coax the birds OFF the tushos, my dear,
was going to say. Ha! ha! l had you
there - laughs the squire.
''Turncoat" says she, Struggling her
pretty shoulders ut him. "Well, don't get
into mischief whilst I'm away, Tor I'm OF
to the village this instant to secure loin
of mutton and warn him about tho beef 4"
81 say, Norah, l say, Duchess, darling,
don't 60 ca a q tangent like thai" says
the squire, making al Intellectual grab at
her gown as she passes him on her way to
the door. 'Ivea great doal to say to you
yet. This young man will be expecting
things grander, noNdoubt: but I'd-I'd like
him to see us as well as we can be, eh?"
He coiors little as he says this and glances
eprecatingly at his daughter. "Flowers,
now," diftidently, 'iowers OH dinner table
give itquite a little air, eh? And there's
some of the old silver locked up, isn't there,
in the oak chest? And if you have a white
gown, sweetheart just put it on you for
dinner, won't you, nows l wouldn't have
him think wo didn't know about things,
even though we can't have them, ehs'
'Just so.' says Norah, taking fire at once
from the brilliant scene he had just coniu
ed up. 'I'm quite clever at arranging
flowers, and I'll give the old silver rub
myself this afternoon while you talSs him
out for walk: Make it long one, dad
dy. And-you think loin of mutton best
don't you? A leg sets up SO high, and
there's so much OF it, and, of COURSE" with
q sigh, hes dainty; and-and do you think
but no, )" despond .ntly, IL don't think
l am much of a hand at SOUP"
"You are excellent, M dear, excellent, ~
protests her father may HcavC n forgive
HIM. "But | don't think we'll mind the
soup. Just loin and pudding. That
was u glorious pudding you gave us last
Sunday"
"Custard? Very good. And can make
him jam roll for the next day-and for
the day after that-oh, but l hone ne will
go away the day after that. That is, of
course" mirful of her hospitality, elf he
wants to. He's hopefully sure to want
to-
II trust" says the squire, anxiously,
"thgt Br d get won's b, drunk
Certainly that habit of hers is n great
drawback. At all events-if she does have
one az hei-at;acks, hope it won't DO q
noisy one. Last time-you remember,
dadl--she was so abusive thtt Nary won't into
Mysteries on the kit hen stair, and sad she
couldn't attend the table"
Eyes, yes. Mary's very poor crea-
ture," says the squire with the utmost
.gentleuess His manner is distracted; it is
plain his fertile brain is running on some
other matter far remote from Mary. "Now,
where tho dickens are they, wcnder?' he
says at last
What, dear," asks the Duchess, at once
interested.
'The waistcoat can lay my hand on at
once, Lccause l wore it the last time LORD
Kngarriff called, not being able just then
to find my Sunday one, and know the coat
is hanging up behind my door; but where
on earth are the trousers"
as it your evening suit you are thinking
of? Do you mean to say you are going to
dress for dinner every day" She is so
overcome by the magnitude of this thought
that she sinks into the nearest chair.
''Of course" says tho sIuir., with great
dignity. ''D'ye think I'd let him believe
we weran't up 10 80 much9 Tut, Norah,
you haven't spark OF genius.
"Ym' be miserable, " declai es she, eye
ing him with deep considerations ':they
are 80 drcadfully tight"
Pride feels 10 PAIN" courageous'y
"And if l suffer it will be in good cause.
And mini you, Dtuch ,ss, dinner not n min
ute before seven"
"scyen. Why, Bridget will be hopeless
by that time, and Mary will think it is sup
per-"
at can't be helped, says the squire,
drawing himself up with quite n superb
mir. at IL absolutely necessary that we
should ho.d up our heads now, and let him
see that we, too, are conve' SAINT with the
nioct O., O, fashionable life. "
This asst Is too mu b for the Duchess.
Crushed by it, sne walks with u depressed
air to tho door, and beats n hasty retreat.
CHAPTER IL
"A proven man rs one shall see In a summers
day"
Her interview with the butcher must