Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1890-01-10
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at this question: srxx a.frp,rrs..s sfes ,
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...aKhoa RnAf & Good 1--we hirtq. but not
when he leases Fidgets, or frightens my
canarics; | do not love him n bit then. |
am always longing to box his ears, only
his mother would he SO aagry with me.
Father dear, do make Methuselah 20 a
llttle slower, Mr. Hawtry is trying to over
take us"
"ilalloo, R0gcrr exclaimed the squire,
iu his hearty voice, you did not think to
pass Methusclah, did You, on that hack of
yoursY" And the next moment gentle
man, well mounted on u dark bay mare.
rode up aud entered into conversation
with Miss Chcrjton. He threw search
ing glance round the carriage rs he lifted
his hat. aud then laid his hand ON the car
riage door
Good afternoon, squire; Mcthuselah
seems trine fresh. How is it you are
not driving MS usual, Miss Cheriton' Bet
ter employed l suppose" with a look Mt
Reggie $50 these are Alick Mortons
children, are tHcy2 The little girl looks
delicate You must bring them out to
my place; Mrs Cornish will give them
plenty of new milk. by the by, isn't that
Hannah Sowerby?" And rs she blushed
Wheclcr's Farm this morning. and your
sister Molly was talking about you. !
wanted Matthew To come up To the Red
Farm for a jo5-hc is a handy fellow, that
brother Of yours SO, as | was waiting l
had chat with Molly"
looked across at Hannah, and saw how
this kindly mention of her home pleased
her. 1t was good -naturrd of Mr. Hawtry
IN al n ,rt.a hnr ~
Christian charity preposscsscd me in his
favor. lie was not very youug-a little
over thirty, l should have ludged-aud
had "a strong, sensible face. mot mask
without any meaning to it." rs Aunt
Agatha sometimes said, but IA face tnat
seemed to reveal sensible. downright
character.
| saw MIR Hawtry look in my direction
once n little doubtfully. l dare say, being
an old friend of the family, he thought it
rather odd that Miss Cucritou did not in
traduce him to me, but Joyce soon en-
lightrued him.
oh nursel do look mt those pretty flow
ers.' she called out, pulling my gown to
enforce my attention.
"Yos, see them. dear" l answered.
quietly; and then Reggie became restless
and struggled to yet to me, SO | took him
I'm my arms, and ut that moment the car
riagc turned in at some lodge gates.
had not been able to Judge much Of
the place Miss Cheritou's chatter had
engrossed me. | knew we had driven
very fast through pretty village, aud
that we had turned oil down a country
road and that was all Once | faucied
/ had caught blue simmer in the dist
Hnce that must have been the sea. but af-
ter we had turned into the lodge gates |
took no more notice OF Miss Chcritou and
her companion. | was far too curious
TO see Marshlauds, the homo where my
beloved mistress had passed her child
hood.
A short avenue brought us 70 the gray
eled sweep before the hall door \ large
sunny garden with terraces seemed TO
stretch into park-like meadow. in reality
~ ASsr :"
the sheep that were feeding between the
trees. An old white pony was looking
across the fence, attracted by the sound
of our horses, a little black aud-tan ter
rier flew out on the steps barking, and a
peacock, who was spreading his tail on
the suu-dial reiterated in much disgust,
sweeping his train of feathers behind him.
"Jacko hates Fidgets," observed Miss
MERTON, as the children ClIppCt their
hands AZ the gorgeous bird, and then Mr..
Hawtry dismouuted aud lifted joyce out
Of the carriage
stood 70, q moment with Reggie in my
arms. admiring the old red-brick house,
with its UNCOVERED gables, before we
entered the wide, dark hall. aud it was
then that distinctly heard Mr.. Hawtry
SAY:
Who is that young LADY,"
''Do you mean the children's nurse,
Miss Fenton?" observed Mss Cheriton,
carelessly. "Oh, yes; vi SAYS she is quite
lady, and very nice, and" Here |
passed on quickly aud lost the rest, only
my foolish cheeks caught fire. Merle,
Merle, be prudent; remember the Valley
OF Humiliation. What does it matter, my
girl, what the world thinks? Eve WAS q
dairy-ma in Eden.
An old gray-headed butler had hurried
out to meet us. Miss Cheritou, who had
Joined us after q minute or two, question
ed him at once.
as Mrs. Markham still out. Benson'"