San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-12
CHAPTER xI.-MARsHLANDs.

CHAPTER Al.-lAltSHLA
We had started by an early train, and
arrived at NethertOn soon after four. |
knew we were to be met at the station,
and was not at all surprised when fresh
colored, white-haired old gentleman
brandished his stick as token of well
come to Joyce. was quite sure that it
was Squire CheritOn before Joyce Clapped
her hands and exclaimed
There's gran"
"Halloo, little one" he said, cheerily,
rs she ran up to him with a joyous face:
80 You have not forgotten grandfather?
Bless me, you are not a bit like vi; You
have taken after Alick. So this is the boy,
nurse? Dear me! which is the nurSe?"
looking at me with rather puzzled co un-
tenanCe.
II am the nurse, sir" returned, quiet
ly; land this is Hannah"
Hannah SOwerby, of course. Bless
me, never forget a faCe-never; | knew
yours directly" as Hannah dropped
cOuntrified courtesy to the squire. 81 saw
Michael the other day; he was looking
hale and hearty-hale and hearty; That
come of hard work and temperate living,
Michael | Said-Oh, we are both of an
are, old Michael and |, and am hale and
hearty, too. 81 Tins is my grandson; he
is fine fellow; takes after Vi, | should
say. Come along, CO NJ aloAr, there :
auntie waiting for us and talking half
to us and half to himself, Mr.. CheritOn
led us through the station. On the way,
however, we were stopped twice; first, the
stat0n-maSter was interviewed and the
children introduced to him.
My grandchildren, Drake observed
the squire, proudly, twirling his gold
headed stick as he spoke; then burly
farmer jostled against the squire, and
the two commenced observations on the
weather.
Fine weather for the crops, Roberts;
the oats look lively. These are my grand
children fine boy that"
Little girl looks rather peaky, squire;
wants bit of fattening"
Eth, what? Wen fatten her, won't
we, Joyce" pinching the child's thin
cheek Takes after her father, AliCk
Morton. You can't fad fault with my
grandson, Roberts, hope; never seen "A
finer child in my life. -
Father, father" exclaimed a fresh
young voice, what are you doing with
those children? Methuseah is fretting
terribly to be off DO be quick pray"
Il am coming Gay. Now, then, all of
you, move on. Ta-ta, Roberts" And Mr..
CheritOn drove us out before him. An
open bGrouche was waiting at the door,
and young lady was on the box, irving
to hold in a pair of thorough breds When
she saw US she at once handed the reins
to her father, and jumped lightly to the
ground.
"Kis. me, you darIings," she said, coax
ingly: ''dOn't yOu know me YETI as Joyce
hung back little Shyly. Il am Gay, the
little auntic, as you used to call me. How
do you do, Miss Fenton?-you see l know
your name. Hannah, | am glad TO see
Won again. There is plenty Of room for
us all; the boxes are going by omnibus.
Now, father, we are all ready" and in AN
other moment Mcthu+elah and his mate
were on their hOmcward way.
Miss Cneriton chartered all the time.
she was a pretty, darH-eyed girl, rather
c2qIdnte in st lie, but not equal to Der
beautiful sister, though | caught IA eX-
preston that rtmuirI me now and then
~ nv mistress. -np struck me as very
5sesh ana unconventional, and she had a
bright, ChirpY VGic" and manner that
mus! nav" p.'l T'"T atir1CtIt" 10 C.ll-
dren. Joyce uade friends with her at
once, and even Reggie wanted to go to
her, and received PR cares,es and com
pliments with unusual cOndesCpnS.on.
How wonderfully he has improved,
nurse-MSs FentOn, mean. NV sister
told mo he was lovely boy, and so he is.
Why, Rolf will look quite plain beside
him. What nicely behaved children they
seeml Poor Rolf is such a plague to us
all"
Don't you love Rolf, auntie?" asked
tons face.
at this question.
When Rolf is good love him, but not
when he leases Fidgets. or frghtens my
canaries: do not love him bit then.
am always longing to box his ears, only
his mother would be so angry with me.
Father dear, do make Methuselah go a
little slower, Mr.. Hawtry is trying to over
take u.s."
"HalloO Roger" exclaimed the squire,
in his hearty voice, ''you did not think to
pass Methuselah, did you, on that hack Of
yOursS" And the next moment a gentle
man, well mounted on dark bav mare,
rode up, and entered into conversation
with Miss Cheriton. He threw a search
ing glance round the carriage as he lifted
his hat, and then lad his hand on the car
riage door.
Good afternoon, squire; Methuselah
seems trifie fresh. How is it you are
not driving as usual, Miss CheritOn? Bet
ter employed, suppose, with a look at