Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-06-05

(AN Well-eurueu re 3 \.
,ance at the courts had made havoc
of my nerves, and needed to replen-
ish my overtaXed resources.
Twas walking rapidly, my hands
in my pockets, my head bent to-
wards the ground, when l suddenly
became conscious of shouts to which
l had hitherto paid no heed. At the
same moment hand touched my
arm, and a passer-by told me that
it was my attention which the shouts
were intended to attract; and turn
ing, saw coach-man even now
gesticulating from his box. With q
feeling of annoyance l crossed the
road.
"Did you call me?" asked impa-
tiently.
II did, sir. Her ladyship wishes
to speak to you"
Then l was aware that q fat fore
finger was reckoning to me from the
interior OF the brougham.
''Oh, my dear Mr.. Oswald Jones!"
ssaid her ladyship. "You arc Oswald
Jones, aren't you? l am delighted
to see you; lam indeed. You are
not looking we'll. Come inside for q
moment; wish to speak to YOU"
obediently obeyed.
"Ah, Mr.. Oswald Jones!" she con-
tinued; "see what penalty you pay
for SUGGEST"
l began modestly to assure her To-
~dyship that the prize was worth the
pain.
mo doubt, no doubt-to an nmbi-
tious man. Butyou should not over
do it. You are never without head
ache, | am sure; you have no appe-
tite; in short you are a miserable
creature
Twas beginning to protest, but her
aadyship cut me short.
Not a word now. Ihave not lived
sixty years for nothing, and l say
that you, u successful barrister, with
"a large practice, are, nevertheless, a
miserable creature. Your mother was
a dear friend of mine, and l reproach
myself with having neglected my
friends. Now feel myself bound to
look after you. When do your holi.
days commence?"
Tomorrow is the last day ofterm.' u
''Then next Monday morning you
must take yourself and baggage to
Waterloo, and come by the1 Il train
to Darlington. Some one shall meet
you, and you shall spend your vaca
ton with me-"
"My dear Lady Pownceby," ] ex
claimed, appalled, at the thought O
spending two months with this ole
lady, 81 could not think of troubling
YOU. l was thinking of going t.
Branscombe with a friend"
"You are not togo to Branscombe
it's too fashionable; you would no
rest there. will take no refusal; 70,
must come. Well make you com
Portable. We are quiet, you know
but not dull. My niece is with me
-nnd there are several good people il
the neighborhood. l shall expec
you on Monday morning; don't dis
appoint me. Now go home. TAX
an old woman's advice and have
basin OF cruel before bed to-nigh,
Good-by."
accepted her plump hand despair
-,ngiy. was incapable of resisting
her authoritative invatation-he
size added weight to her argument
and SO l found myself engaged t
rusticate At Darlington.
Lady Pownceby, whom hardl
knew, was the widow OF an India
merchant, who, having won a 70,
tune and baronetcy, died, Ieayin
his childless widow to console bersa
with the solidity of one and the scr
timent of the other.
Duly, en- Monday morning 7 lel
Waterloo, and in couple Of hour
was seated in Lady Pownceby's do
cart, listening languidly to the inan
monotone of the coachman. M
hostess met me with effusion ut tn
door, and insisted on my going a
once to my room, where l found
luncheon laid en- invalide. In the a
4ArnOOn she took mo rONnd h,r n >,