Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1890-02-14

nothing like mother; oh, dear, 1t Will come
out, know-he only said, She seems q
very quiet, well-conducted young person,
and not at all above her duties;' for you
We're carrying Reggie, you know"
"Oh, Rolf, do hold your tongueH' I ex-
claimed, Grossly; for this was too much
for my forbearance. What business had
Mrs. Markham to talk me over with
strangers. ought to have stopped Rolf,
but my curiosity was too strong at that
moment. "a quiet, wellconducted young
person." indeed! felt in fever of in
dignation.
Rolf looked from his kite with some
surprise.
Does talking disturb you, We are
getting on beautifully. What lovely
tail my kite will havei" Then, as though
a athought struck him, "Are you ever cross,
Fenny; really cross, mean?"
"Yes, very often, Rolf" for being fair
ly conscientious person, could not deny
my faults of temper.
''Oh!' with peculiar intonation, 81
wonder if Aunt Gay knows that. Do you
remember any anecdotes about crossness,
Fennyf"
am afraid of what my answer might
have been, for I was considerably nettled
at Rolls malicious tone. but happily judi
son came at that moment with a message
from Mrs. Markham that even Rolf did
not dare to disobey, for he ran off at once,
without bidding me goodnight, and leav-
ing all his tackle strewn over the floor for
Judson to clear.
As soon as was left in solitude, went
to the open window. 1t was clear moon
light again. There were the tree-shadows,
and the long. silvery path across the
meadows; q warm radiance from the
drawing-room was flung across the ter
race. The same sweet bird-like voice
that l had heard in the orchard that
morning was singing an old-fashioned
ballad
MY mother bids me bind my hair
Some one clapped their hands and said
''Bravo!" when it was finished.
What lovely evening! Do come into
the garden, Adelaide; it is quite warm
and balmy." And then there was a rustic
and movement underneath me, sweep of
dark drapery, followed by the whisk of
white gown, az Gay ran down the steps
pursued by Rolf. Two gentlemen saun-
tered down the terrace; one of them was
Mr.. Hawtry; could hear his voice quite
plainly.
''This is capital cigarette, squire.
When man is not much of smoker he
will not put up with an inferior article.
l have some cigars by me now" The
remainder of the interesting sentence was
lost in the distance.
Men are rather satirical on the subject
of women's talk. They quiz US dreadful
ly, and insist that our main topic is bon
nets; but I am not sure that we could not
retaliate with equal force. Bonnets can
be treated as works of art, but could any
thing be more trivial and worthless than
q cigar?
They were still talking about the odious
things when they returned, only was
too disgusted to listen any more. I was
In bad humor, that was certain-one OF
those moods when only real tough piece
of work can relieve one. closed the
window and drew down the blind, and
then armed myself with my pocket die
tionary. Iwould write long letter to
my mistress, and tell her about our after
noon on the beach, and / would pick out
the hardest and most difficult words
those that generally eschewed.
heard afterward had written beau
tiful letter, without a single mistake.
and that my mistress read it over and
over again-that is, that she considered it
beautiful, because it was all about the
children
Nonsense, Merle, it was sweet letter,
and showed it to my husband"
was in a better humor when had fin
ished it, and called Hannah
Hannah, we shall go ON the beach to-
morrow morning, and SO shall be able to
spare you in the afternoon; / shall not
take the children further than the garden.
You can go and have tea with your sister.
ii you like, and you need not hurry home.
/ am growing far too idle, and have not
half enough to do;" for wanted to check
any expression of gratitude on the girls
part; but q tap at the door silenced US
both
1t was only Miss Cheriton come to wish
me goodnight She had basket Of fruit
and a dainty little bunch Of roses in her
hand.
II saw the light in your window, and
thought of the poor prisoner behind it,
and thought this would cheer you up"
laying her pretty offering on the table,
II am going to take you all for drive to-
morrow through Orton-on-Sea; the chill
dren will like to see the shops and jetty.
Well, goodnight; am dreadfully sleepy;
tomorrow we will have another long
talk" And then she left me alone with
the roses
TO BE CoNT1NUED)