Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-10-25


should he say? he had never thought about
his destination. AS he hesitated for re-
ply she said:
81 have the very thing, John. Our
good friend Mr.. Price is of to Scotland
for some salmon fishing. Go with him.
He will be charmed. He always is
charmed at everything"
"But he does not start till the day after
tomorrow" objected her son, casting
down his eyes.
'But it IL SO good to havea companion,
and surely a day can make no difference" I"
And 30 it was settled, and that one day
did make all the difference.
When John on the morrow arrived at
the manor for their almost daily ride q
trois, he found Miss Templemofe alone
in the drawing room. She wore her habit
and advanced to receive him in her usual
frank, bright manner.
"It is so tiresome," she said; "Marian
Is closeted with the Baroness de Stair,
her godmother, you know. The good,
pompous old woman has lunched with
US, but wants as usual an hours private
ta. with her half niece or whole cousin
or '. @sss-ar it is. These visits are peri
odical, h.. Marian hasn't the heart to
thwart the o.d lady, who is now no dou.t
holding forth by the yard upon the dis
position Of her property. But she says
Il mean Marian, of course-that we are
not to wait for her and she will catch us
up if she can"
All this was said very rapidly, even
with shade of trepidation.
"Oh, surely" said Dalyell, 1--WE had
better wait"
"No, she says she will be very angry if
we do. I'm to make the most of 80 fine a
day and of my time, for Pm sorry to tell
you have to go away on Friday"
leave the manor!' exclaimed John
with touch of tragedy in his tone which
rather astonished Miss Kate.
Eyes, mamma wants me-
No wonder, thought he.
"And / must leave Marian and-and
you, and the horses. Oh, I'm awfully
sorry, can tell you, though I'm dying
to see darling mamma, of course, for !
love her better than anything"
John reflected that he too loved his
mother, but "better than anything?' No.
"Come, let us start" she went on, CATCH
ing up her whip and gayly beating her lit
tie boot with it as she went along. "By
the bye, am to ride Revelation for the
first time"
"Not really" cried her cavalier, more
tragic still than when told she was going.
Now Revelation was young mare Of
Da1yelrs, brought recently as present
to his fiancee and supposed to be under
going a long and careful education at the
hands Of breaker.
"Oh, you needn't look 30 frightened"
she laughed; "you will have no response
bility. Bates says she has saints tenn
per, though still rather raw and nervous;
besides, assure you at home l do lot
of horsebreaking myself"
"An accomplished horsewoman, am
sure" said John; "but-Revelation-I
wonder Marian can-let me entreat you
it is not ten days since l saw her with
Bates on her back plunging all over the
place."
Kate was evidently deaf to all argu-
ments. They were by this time at the
door, and John soon felt treasured by the
sedate manner in which the thoroughbred
filly allowed herself to be approached and
mounted.
The ride proved uneventful, outwardly
at least. Somebody has said "there must
be spirits in the air to tell women when
they are beloved"
Did this little sunbeam of a damsel sus-
pect that of the man at her sidel And
can the suspicion have anything to
do with her rather sudden plan Of de-
parture? We have no means of knowing.
When that important person, the bar
oness, in her own right, had done telling
her goddaughter for the fiftieth time, and
much to that ladys annoyance, not only
what sum Of money she intended to be-
queath to her, but exactly what trinkets,
nay, even which Of her well thumbed
prayer books, would be Marian's at her
death, and had mercifully rumbled away
in her old time chariot, Miss Peyton went
straight to the window to consult the
sky, for, from an ominous darkening OF
the room some minutes before, she sus-
pected a sudden change for the worse.
"Dear. dear" she says to herself; ga
thunderstorm, or I'm no augur. What
q wetting they will have! A brisk walk
within reach of shelter will be my wisest
plan, and save me too the trouble of
habiting-not worth while at this hour.
Why, it is just 4, declared"
1t is quite relief when she finds her.
self outside; but the nearing thunder is
distinctly audible.
II do hope" murmurs the chatelaine.
"they have not gone miles away"
81 know" she thinks, quite pleased at
the idea; "the ruin! The ruin is the
very thing. Besides, they will probably
return that way"
Now the edifice in question was no
cockney affair, but veritable relic Of
former manor house and church all in
one, dating from the days of Richard II.
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