Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-06-05
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pie grounds, pointing out things here
ana there Tor me to admire
dorothy is OUT she said present
lv. "She is very busy with her poor
woman this morning. She is very
useful in the village; indeed, our vicar,
Mr.. Haig, calls her his assistant
curate.'
"Dorothy is your niece?'
eyes: my poor sister, Mrs. Braith-
waite's daughter. She is an orphan. |
You will meet her ut dinner. and I'm
sure | hope you will be great friends"
l hoped so, too. | never was u
lady's man. OF women friends had
not one, and Of acquaintance but Il
few. What would two months be ut
Darlington if Dorothy and | were
not friends? was anxious to meet
her. Her name sounded prim,
thought; and her nunt's mention
OF parochal work had raised
a foreboding within me. She
was a sallow, angular, old-young
lady. felt sure, who spoke always
with polish and precision. and whose
conversation savored of the mothers
meeting. | was angry with myself
for coming to this place and waited
for the dinner hour on thorns.
Even then no relief came AS the
bell rang Lady Pownceby sailed into
the drawiny-room. | looked past
her in search of The niece, but she was
not there.
dorothy hasn't come in vet, Mr..
Oswald Jones. We will not wait
dinner for her; one never knows when
she will return; will you give me your
ARM"
felt that was a man with a
grievance. !, Oswald Jones, of the
Middle Temple, barrister at law, one
Of the rising men, the papers said,
had condemned myself to spend my
vacation in m obscure country house,
and Dorothy Braithwaite (but IL
rather pretty name, | thought) !,
spnster. showed herself so unimpress-
ed as to absent herselffrom the house
the whole day. l felt disagreeable
and slipped my soup in silence. But
with the fish came Dorothy.
81 am sorry | am so late, aunt, y
she said. Mrs. Wade's Tommy has
the measels, and had to mind her
other olive branches while she fetched
the doctor. This is Mr.. Oswald
JONES'"
had risen, and she looked at me
with a frank smile as we shook
hands.
II am terribly hungry" she said.
II was beginning to fear that |
should be too late to get anything
She sat down and began to eat
with n healthy appetite. watched
her. My foreboding was utterly
stultit1ed. Not angular, but tail
and stately; not sallow, but with q
complexion of red and brown. fail
J hair, and pair Of eyes so large
blue, dark-fringed, expressive, that
| felt my visit was not in vain.
would have gone twice as far tc
make the acquaintance OF the owner
of such eyes. She was not prim, but
perfectly self-possessed. She seemed
, to ignore me. She seldom spoke
, during the meal, and when she did
it was to tell her aunt of some
incident of her days work. DC
! casionally she would look at me
and was charmed with hel
delightful eyes. When the ladies lef
me, l did not linger long, but hast
ened after them. Lady Pownceb,
was settling herself for her post-pran
dial nap: Dorothy was sitting at. tn
: window, leaning back in her chair, ant
looking out into the gathering dusk
"Come and sit here she said to me
: and l placed a chair opposite her.
"You must make yourself at home
: Mr.. Oswald Jones, " raid a sleep,
: voice from the other end ofthe room
II am an old woman; you must pu
up with my weaknesses"
~ am rather surprised to find my
self here" said to Dorothy.
"Are you? Aunt often speaks G
Y you. She thinks a great deal ofyou.
"Indeed. hardly know her."
. "She reads the Times, you know
> and whenever she sees your name i
. the law reports she reads them wit
y tenfold interest. Here's Mr.. Oswal
o Jones' name again. she will say.
J. really must know more ofthat youn
>, man."
y "Why does she always call me b
y my full maine? Why not Mr.. Jones
n simply"
It. ooh, there are 40 many Jonese
- you know. Our curate's name
Jones, and no doubt she calls 20
?. Oswald Jones to distinguish 20
,f from him."
ID Perhaps Dorothy was to be assis
g ant curate in n more particular sens
20 Strange to say, l felt jealons. But
was prevented from asking any que
e; tions by a sudden introduction
IT another inmate of the house. Som
u thing stirred behind the curtain
n my side. and out sprand q large viii
v, cat, which, having been disturbed
e, it's sleep, dug it's claws into the carp
IN md orchoIt ito hac k In cat faShiO