New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-10-11

Yes, you are right about that, too. The place Is
swamp. wish l could drain all the valley
YES. yes, go on. cried poor spoiit Nyn,thia,
almost dancing with frenzy. would pun down
the Grange, too. Oh! it win be a fine sight live
years hence Do not ever ask Inc TO come and see
1t. 1 would not come; that would not! You
don't Observation-Disclosures but
horses, that any stupid can understand oh, it Is
sacrilcge 10 hear you talk how dare yOu-to
mel" .
II beg your pardon; Thought you agreed ;
and Bobs blue eyes clouded. You Know "ah'
NO, no; you do not You want to make me
miserable-to show that you can do what you ike
here now. Oh, / wish, l wish"
:" l want you to help me, said the young fellow.
"The place can't get on without you. Cannot you
see that? IL want you to stay
She gave him glance OF nngry ncreduii'y' anu
made no reply. ,
For the life of me could not help listening. l
hope t'was not breach OF confidence surely,
the idiot Of boy was not going to propose then
most sensitive feelings 1 was on tenter,hookss;
There is no end to the well-meaning stupidity OF
fellow like Bob. 1t was all l could do to keep
quiet. II only he were within reach Oh sus-
Il mean it," he went on, with provoking calm
ness: Why shouldn't we keep ". the place
together? Can't you understand? H-f-n you
were to be my wife, CynthiaPp
Poor Bob. His face was like a crimson sunset /;
his tawny hair stood up wildly all over his head.
:" Your wifel' cried Cynthia, .passiOnately.
"Oh, would rather beg my bread"
will slave for you. ! will"
| heard no more. Something in the boys voice
made me ashamed of listening any longer. The
matter-of-fact part of the business was over real
earnest had taken it's place. crept guilty out OF
s end wC%d be wha Ed e TSen the g s %
Bob was we'll rid of her. III she were my daughter.
l would haze whipped her and sent her to bed,
until she chose to behave like wel-conducted
young lady, l have no patience with bad
tempered woman.
Half an hour or so later, Bob collidcd against
me round corner with the impetuosity Of a
breath out of my body. He looked very hot,
agitated, and dishevelled, and as If he longed TO
shake some one something 10 atoms in his strong
young arms.
Don't tell me you have done It'll" I exclaimed;
But have" burst out Bob. " Idiot, ass, fool
that / am always knew | was hopelcsssly
"A very good thing too" | said quietly. She
would drive man out of his mind with her
tantrums. Why, Bob, old fellow, what is the
matter? After all, you only did it out Of pure
bencvoencc. Why should you be so GUM :?
That's just it," he answered hotly. I've
made a fool of myself, and love, her. / have
lover her ever since the first day knew her.
Come Mr. Kindcrslcy, you don't really, be-
lieve," said Cynthia incredulously-"y don't
really believe that l could marry such stupid fcl,
most worthy but there is no denying that he is
stupid If ever marry, hope my husband VIII
have brains. Bob never opens book, and is
quite hopeiessly prosaic. You don't wish had
II am old-fashioned enough to think that mar
rage without love is game not worth the
candle" answered, trying to feel cross with the
pretty unrepentant face. Still, you may learn
that honest men do not grow like blacllberrics,
and that true love is not to be had for the ask
ing .u,,. A.. :.
was not in Bcb's programme. 1t was charity
just charity. A Trcvanion does not wish for such
benefits" She tossed her naughty golden head 4;
And Bob might have known 1t. OF course, 1t
was very good and unseliish OF him. But IT Stung
me too much | am sorry | was rude but he
did do it so badly And then his talk Of I'M
half mad. Cannot you imagine what it will be
All my dear honeysuckle and UNCOVERED cottages
torn down, and prm rows OF stucco houses put IN
their place, making frghtful blot on the valley.
And my water-lilies and the brook through the
village !-scandalous!
Sis paused her blue eyes full OF wrathful
tears / am such soft-hearted old fool that
was sorry for her, and wished Bob anywhere out
OF the way.
There is one comfort" she went on though
he may spoil Pcnsil village, he can't touch
Trevene Just at present You know Trevene-
the village Just outside the park? A little while
ago. papa let that part Of - property, with the
shooting TO Sir Hugh Blundel"
"Trevene? Yes, | know The place where
there is always an epidemic of measles or scarlet
fever or typhoid" i answered, with the slightest
tinge of malice. But now, Cynthia, to business,
please About your future"
She stopped me with an inpatient wave of her
hand.
resolutely. Indeed, | cannot accept anything
In vain begged, and scolded, and reasoned.
| The girl, like her father, was obstinate as q
mule.
Since she would not marry him, Bob wished to
settle O yearly allowance on her, which any
sensible woman would have seen was only fair and
| natural But Cynthia was not sensible. She
shp foolish
| Independent, and 10 live by her own eXertions.
never felt SO provoked in my life; but, she
| said, it use arguing with her.
Don't be angry with me-" she cried, suddenly
| burying her face in her hands Cannot you
understand how hard it is? must go away from,
miserable, hardly know what 1 am doing"
Poor Cynthia!-poor Bob"
glorious to work and fight in the world" She
| exclaimed, lifting up her head. IF / lived here
all my life, should get more and more selfish and
Sometimes | think-now don't laugh at rlc-l think
| 1 should like to do good to some one or some
thing"
| "And you think Bob will find no good TO do
here ?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
Bob? no. How should he? OF course, he
| will never do any harm, and will make an ex-
cellent landlord. But that viii not require any
great self-sacrifice: il is only matter of 9 s. d.
| | smiled 70 myself: perhaps with unconcealed
Irony, Tor Sle nusneu ana walked ONT OF tue room
with the delicious dignity Of insuted child toe
proud TO cry, but convinced that the world was
| dealing very hardly ard very uniustly with her.
| H.
| l did not see Cynthia again for some years
| Fortune favored her. insomuch that old Lady
Blundell, Sir Hugh's mother, hearing of the girs
| resolution and being the lookout for com
| panion," engaged her as lectrice, neede-threader
secretary patient listener to small-talk, and what
| ever else "ladys companion is Xpcctcd To be
The old lady found Cornwall too damp for hei