Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-09-25

celient example,! You viii never regret
fixing such a step.
Now you see my little domain-mea
paupeFa regna-the retreat Of the sage.
Here I live, and live happily, like an old
shepherd in the golden age-Ioved by my
neighbOFs, which is not easy; and VeneT-
ating the gods, which is perhaps easier.
An, young sir, you read Virgil, I am
sure, and You Will excuse ne If quote
him. It was for me he wrote:
fortunate senex, hic inter duInina nota.
EJ dontes sGcrOs 1rigus captabit OpacuIn.
And this as well:
@FOrtunatus ct lie does quf novit Ggrestes,
Panaque, SLVanum que semen !"
-Nymphasque sOrores!" finished Leland,
smiling and moving his head slightly in
TIE direction of the ladies, who preceded
them.
Quite to the point. That is pure
truth" cried Meicalf, gayly. Did you
hear that, Clora?"
Yes, father
And did you understand it?"
NO, father"
7 do not believe you, my dearl do
not believe you'll" the old man laughed
heartily. do not believe her, Mr.. Le-
land; women have the faculty Of under
standing compliments in every Ian
guage.
This conversation brought them to the
house, where they sat down on the YER
anda to enjoy the view.
Leland praised judiciously the farm and
well-kept lawn, accepted an invitation to
dinner the next week, and then discreetly
retired, hattering himself that his intro
duction had made a favorable impression
upon Nathan MstCalf, but regretting his
apparent want of progress with the fairy
footed daughter and her friend Mildred
Lester.
He was in error.
This young man" said Mr.. MetcaIf,
when he was left alone with his daughter,
has some touch of the ancients, which
is something; but he still resembles his
father, whom I never iked. His eyes
and his smile recall some traits Of his
admirable mother, but positively, my
dear Clara, I am afraid of him. His
principles, they say, are vicious"
Who says so, faUher?"
Current rumor, my child"
Current rumOr, my dear father, is Of
ten mistaken, and always eEaggerates.
For my yart, like the gentleman, who
seems thoroughly refined and at his
ease"
Bah! I suppose because he compared
you to a nymph in the fable.
IF he compared me to a nymph in the
fable, he was wrong; but he never ad-
dressed me q word in English that was
not in good taste. Before we condemn
him let US see for ourselves. 1t is a
habit you have always recommended to
me, you know"
You cannot deny, Clara, said the old
man with irritation, that ne eXhales the
most decided and disagreeable OdOr of
New YOrk-Of Fifth avenue itself! He
is too pOlite-tOo studied Not the
shadow of enthusiasm-no fire Of youth
He never laughs as I should wish to see
a man Of his age laugh; a young man
should roar to split his waistbandl"
There, father, you don't mean all you
=
1 like him; his manners please me.
Mildred, Lester, and Edith had gone
away together, Mildred holding Edith's
hand. AS they entered the door Mildred
whispered in her companions ear:
Isn't he a handsome gentleman? I'm
sorry he's gone. 1 like him so much"
CHAPTER XXI.
LELAND SECURES AN ALLY-THE RAGPICKER-
During the succeeding week Leland
met Nathan AIetcalf and the several
members of his family more than once.
And after the dinner to which he had been
invited he determined, upon mature re-
Election, on bold mOVe-a move that had
the effect Of plungng Clara Denton in
the most profound astOuishment.
He asked her in low voice, and with
peculiar emphasis, If she would be kind
enough, at her leisure, to grant him the
honor of moments private conversation.
large eyes of hers, bIushed slightly, and
replied that she would be at home the
next afternoon at three o'clock.
At the appointed hour he presented
himself before her.
He found her in the garden, seated
under group of young trees, forming a
rustic bower.
She was fond Of this place; the most
tender memories were associated with it.
She was seated at a small rustic table,
covered with pieces OF wool and silk, on
a low chair, her feet elevated on a stool,
and working on piece of embroidery
with great apparent tranquility.
Warren Leland, an expert in all the
niceties and exquisite devices of the fe-
male mind, smiled to himself at this au-
dience in the open air. He thought he
fathOmed its meaning. Mrs Denton de-
sired to deprive this interview Of the con-
fdential character which closed doors
would have given it.
This was the simple truth. This lady,
who was one OF the nOblest Of her sex,
was not at all simple. She had not
passed ten years Of her youth, her beauty,
and her WidoWhOod without receiving,
under forms more or less direct, some
dozens of declarations, which had in
spired her with Impressions, which,
although just, we're not always too fat
tering to the delicacY and discretion Of
the opposite sex
Like all women of her. age, she knew
her danger, and, unlike most Of them.
she did not love it. She had invariably
turned into the broad road Of friendship
all those she had surprised rambling
within the prohibited limits Of love.
The request of Warren Leland for a
private interview had seriously pre-
occupied her since the previous evening.
What could be the object Of this mystic
rious interview? She puzzled her BRAN
TO imagine, but could not divine.
1t was not probable that Mr.. Leland, at
the commencement of their acquaintance,
would feel himself entitled to declare his
passion. However much the renowned
gallantry of the young man.rose to her
memory, she thought so famous a lady
killer as he might adopt unusual meth
DDS, and might think himself entitled to
dispense with much ceremony in dealing
with humble country woman.