Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-08

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 "I do not understand you" said Jel- frey, his voice quite calm, though the scarlet mounted slowly to his very hair.
 "T think you do," she returned, in a slow, grave voice which always baf1ed him, because he never understood whether it was fun or sarcasm, "I think you do. Jack" she continued, turning gayly to the boy, and laying her hand On his ponys neck, "rids on now, fast. I want to come slowly and enjoy to the very fullest the beauty of this wonderful day. Good-by."
 And, Whan she had succeeded in dis missing them, Marjorie laughed low and clearly, as she fingered behind among the Aicksring sunbeams and soothing shadows, e great enjoyment shining in the depths of her bright eyes.
 "Discomfted |" she said to herself msrrily, "decidedly discounted, and such . result is worthy my greatest efforts"
 Then Marjorie, still with the laughter on her lips and in her eyes, sat down up- on the hedge bank and waited for Lima, while the brown leaves fell upon her from the elms above.
 When Lima came into sight, Miss Cas- tillain rose at once and joined her, talk ing bright little commonplaces as they walked on together under the autumn trees.
 "Iina." she said, easily and coolly, tages, (" I have the letter for you. Here 1t is. I have had no trouble about it don't imagine that I have. It was all quite easy, and so you need not ask me anything about it, for it is not worth telling of"
 Not only did Marjorie, in her simple, deep generosity, make thus light of her own act, but 90 apusedly, yet so gently, did she receive LinA's broken thanks. that somehow 1t ended for them both in Q eheery little laugh. Yet, for all that, Marjorie's trusting confdepcs in acting thus, and her bright, delicate tact in treating her own part SO lightly and Lina's part so openly, went deep down into the heart of the lonely girl, and stirred its very depths with Q gratitude which nothing had ever reused before through all her life.
 "You are going in to speak to MT. spendir, aren't you?" inquired Miss Castillafn, aa she hesitated ct the gate of Mrs. Cheere's cottage. "How long do you think you shall be? I Twill time my visit to Dorcas accordingly. We may just as we'll walk back together as separately; mayn't wei"
 "I shal1 only be . few minutes, Miss CastillAin," " answered Lima, nervouSly, knowing that Marjorie had decided to call upon Dorcas only to make her feel at liberty to go next door, and really almost bewildersd in her gratitude.
 "I need not stay longer than half an hour," said Miss Castillain. "I that will suit you, you will be here again in that time ?"
 "Yes; thank you."
 Marjorie smiled at the thanks, but her face wss sad and pitiful, too, when she entered Mrs. Cheere's neat and stiff little parlor.
 A very dull call it was, accompanied by complaints in every key and it was more in the hope of a change than from any desire to obtain information that Marjorie turned the conversation at last to the artist and his boy.
 "I don't understand anything about their goingS-on," remarked Dorcas, her head at a stately elevation. "They seem to be as poor as they can be, and yet, all the time, they sing as if the world was their own"
 "Do they ?" asked Marjorie, absently, wondering whether the grievance to Dorcas was their poverty, or their sing ing in defiance of it.
 "Do theyP Indeed they do," she echoed, with scornful emphasis "and when they are not singing they are up to other spurtlements-laughing or playing games or whatever they call
 "what should you call it, Mrs. Chesre P"inquired the girl, deferentially, hoping her question would elicit another unusual term.
 "I call it disturbing g peaceable neighbor," retorted Dorcas; "that's what I call 1t, Miss Casinain. I know I and my little girl never made such noises, and there never are such noises in my house."
 ':Are they never still, then, next doorP"
 "Hardly to say ever quite still," ex- plained Dorcas {" If the fathers work ing, the child's reading aloud by the hour, or telling him stories, or playing Addles or they're both whistling, or oh, its always something or other, and they have such odd visitors"
 "HAve they2 And no visitors that gre not odd ?" asked Marjorie, ninexphc hcable blush rising as she spoke.
 "Too many, I should think, consider LUX "AAe 0 laAkA AO 4o BO HoA 1cbRCCbOO1o l people into" |" answered Dorcas, with 8 relish. "There'sthe Colonel comes often and often, and stays long enough, too, I should think, when there isn't conn fortable chair, so to be called, in the place"
 "YesP" questioned Marjorie, rousing herself, after the pause which followed Mrs. Oheere's words.
 "Oh, plenty more Miss Castillain, though can't be expected to say what sort. Lady Athelstop's companion, as they call her-though I wonder my lady likes to be a companion of herS-she comes now and then in her sly, dark way. I can't bear to see it-I, a re- spectable womanl If I'd thought my little girl would do such thing
 GAS call to see MT. Spendir in the dusk, you mean~ aaked Marjorie, gently, as the woman paused to wipe her eyes.
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