The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-07-31
!. Mr.. WHYT'S
WIFE'S SISTER,
DY MARION HARLAND.
[coPYRiGuT, 1901
CHAPTER I1I.-CoHr1SuEp.

CHAPTER III.-CoNT1NUEp.
Even II there are ladies present
An Englishman lies on the grass,
and it Is considered quite the thing,
don't you know They say the import
ed American never gets the hang OF it,
try as he will. A man must be born on
the other side or he can't learn it.
There may be something in your
countryman's Unborn reverence for
women that prevents him from master
ing the accomplishment" said Hetty, .
little dryly.
March bowed gayly.
thank yon for the implied compli-
ment in the name of American men! am
glad you are getting the benefit of this
perfect May day. There, at any rate.
we have the advantage of the Mother
Country, il she has given US the May
pole and The Queen OF the May
This is sour and dubious month in
Merry England
"You have been there, then?"
Hester said 1t abruptly. as she said
most things, but the eagerness, dashed
with longing. that gave plaintive
cadence to the question, caught March's
ear.
Several times. / sailed from Liver
pool twelve days ago. l was just of
the steamer, and may be little un-
steady on my feet when collided with
your carriage last Thursday, and you
generously forgave me-"
The girl was regarding him with
SNanly nd that Vynr11 hnvn
annoyed an ultra-sensitivc man, and
amused, while it fiattered, vain one.
ut must be hearenly to travel in the
country Of Scott and Dickens she said,
quantity naive. How you must have
enjoyed it,
81 did. exceedingly, but less on ac-
count Of David Copperfield and Nicholas
Nickleby than because. as boy, ! rev.
eled in English history. and that my
mothers father for whom was named,
was English. You should hear my sister
talk of her first journey across England.
She would say every little while in an
awed undcrtone: This is just hring
Dickensr You have not met her yet,
think?" to Hetty.
mo"
The tone was reserved. without being
rude. He could have fancied that sad
ness underlay civil regret Perhaps May
had been mistaken in postponing her
call until the parsonage WAS in perfect
order.
.sShe means to call very soon. She
thought 1t would be unneighborly to
intrude before you had recovered from
the fatigue of removal and travel. Mr..
Wayt was my fathers guest for day OF
two, you know, before your arrival. and
have had since the pleasure OF meet
,ing him several times and OF hearing
him preach this morning"
In the pause that succeeded the
speech the church-bell began to ring fol
afternoon service. Under the impres
SIGN that he had lost caste in not At
tending upon the second stated ordi
nance OF the sanctuary he offered Q lame
explanation.
81 am afraid ! am not an exemplary
church-goer. But find one sermon q
much as can digest and practice from
Sunday to Sunday. My mother doesn'
like to hear me say it. She thinks s,,ct
sentiments revolutionary and unsa
nonical, and no doubt she Is right" i,
Anybody is excusable for preferriHl
toworship under green apple-boughs
to-day" observed Hester, with unchsr
scteristic tact. "You soc we have. 81
ways lived in cities, great and small
We have been used to brick walls ant
narrow, high houses, with paved back
Yards, with cats on the fences"1diSg-st
fully land wet clothes Tapping in, yop
eyes II you tried to pretend to rural1ze
Every body hasn't as much imagination
Is Young John Chivery, who said tn
tapping Of sheets and towels in his fac
made him feel like he was in groves
"Fairhill has preserved the rural ele
ment remarkably we'll. when one con
siders her tens o thousands Of inhabit
ants, her water-supply and .electri'
lights" said March; land luckily ont
doesn't need much imagination to hell
out his enjoyment OF the world on THU
Sunday afternoon"
His tone was SO respectfully familiar
his bearing 30 easy, the girls forgot tina
he was stranger.
at wasn't your Dickens who said II
but you can, perhaps. tell me who di'
write q verse that has been running II
INV unpoetical brain ever since entere
your fairy bower" he said by and by.
".The orchards all a-fiutter with pink;
Robins twitter, and wild bees humming
Break the song with o thrill to think
2 Hoy sweet is life when summer Is coming
aThat is the way it goes, believe
1t is q; miracle for me to recollect 8
much rhyme. The robins and bee
must have helped me out"
II wish knew who did that" sighe
Hester. 20! what it must be to writ
poetry or paint pictures!"
March's glance of mirthful suspicio
changed at sight OF the knotted bro,
and wistfnl eyes.
zone ought to be thankful for eithe
gift" he said, quietly. 81 was thinkin
Just now how / should like to make
picture Of what l saw as ran up tn
hin. May try some day?"
L...Hetty drew herself up and looked In
Quiry. Testers hands fluttered, painful
scarlet throbbed into her cheeks.
: "'Can you draw? Do you paint? Ar
you an artist" bringing out the lastwor
in an excited whisper.
March was too much touched to trin
with her agitation, II try to be-" b,
answered simply, almost revereatly.
], ''And would you--may would it an
hoy you-Hettyl ask him. You know
what WANT
my darling!' The cooing, comfort
ing murmur was passing sweet. BE
quiet for one moment, and you can put
what you want to say into words" As the
fragile form quivered under her hand,