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

! But | understand that his lease was w '"AN
sprinQ Will he renew itr"
No. lie is anxious to but wrote Yesterday
10 tell him that I'd see him hung and quarteIed
first or course he makes the shooting ms s,n eN
cuse for wanting IL but the fact IS tEat nc thihb
| am going to build what he calls eyefores III
front OF his very house. To my mnd. th nose
novels In a swamp are fifty times worse. DuS
then / am not artistic. | suppose u comes u
being fool Sometimes l am sick OF the who ie
business. People won't see what Is Tor theiT
own good But now look at tnisi nc nc ad tr,
| little village toward which we were driving:
:" This is my new village. You remember what IL
used to beP What do you think OF IL how'-
What transformation / should never have
recognized this place. with its comfortable cottages
and tidy little gardens, to be the same as that
to the estate Then full In the middle Of circle
of wretched tumbc-down houses Ia dream Tor the
eye of an artist there had been stagnant pond,
sink of disease. A brown, lcaf-choked brook
had crawed through the upper end Of the village,
straight from the swamp Bob had pointed out TO
the the village we had slSirted. Old Pensi the
spretticst village in Cornwall" had been a dis
| grace New Pensil deserved to be the pride OF
| its young owner. Everything was as neat and
| trim as a daisy; the houses as pretty modern
architecture could make them and where the
water had formerly been smooth green had
been laid out for the children to play on, instead
of dirtying their sic<ly little selves In the mud
that gathered round stagnant duck-pond
was able to express my full approval, without
an atom OF humbug, and congratulated BOD on his
success. n,
1T must have cost you something, too?" l
added.
do you coll it so very. monstrousP' asked BOD
half wstfuly. " tried not to make IL so out l
am such a muf, l don't understand this sort of
thing A woman, now, wouldn't think mueh OIL
Then she would be the fool-not YOU" l
said. 1t is as pretty as a new place can De-
Never mind the women: But IT, . as pony pony
| drive over them, all the same. Who are they T"
An old lady sat in the pony-cariagc, which was
| driven by young girl.
latter. 1t was Cynthia, looking prettler than
ever, like pink rosebud. She, too, was quick to
recognize an old friend; for as she passed she
turned her beaming face to me, and kissed her
| hand, dear child ! quite forgot that l had
parted from her in dispeasure;
so she is here ?" / said TO Bob
| His face was the color of peony; evidently,
| the great, stalwart fellow had not outgrown his
old boyish habit Of blushing-and he laughed
YES 1 knew the old lady was here; but
| Sir Hugh's brother is making up to her. and that
there will be a wedding soon An excellent match
~. Aid YOU You have got over that little idea
long, ago, suppnoseP'
Bob laughed composedly, and cracked his whip.
| "She was too clever for me; and / dom see
the fun of woman having the upper hand over
| her husband. Liberty for ever!'
| Then these cottages were not for Cynthia? For
whom then? Somehow, / felt that there must
| be woman somewhere in the matter. Otherwise,
long before this, we should have had Bob break
| ing himself loose from the bonds of landlord to
amuse himself in less dcsolate spot than PenSil
| The more 1 saw OF him, the more persstently
| this thought came to me. On closer inspection,
found that he had altered more than had at first
supposed, though it was difficult to define where
the change lay He had improved himself" so
to speak: He even admitted, with a little shame,
that he had taken to reading" There, again,
felt that a woman must have had something to do
with it; and If she, whoever she was, did not
think Bob good enough for her, pitied her want
fresh sef-sacrifce, made for the sake of the poor
| people his estate, or for that enigmatical she.
| Five thousand pounds per annum does not go so
very far when you have estate numbered with
debts and in q disg raccful state of neglect; and
it said good deal for Bobs ng-minded, logged
| sense of right that he not only did his duty at
Pensil at the expense of his amusements, but that
| il never seemed to enter his head that he could
| have acted in any other way.
why don't you lNlrry?" | ASKED one evening,
when we were smoking over the fire. You must
mo, thank you said Bob. shaking his head
| with a wise smile. 81 may be dolt, LRt am not
so far gone as all that. What on eartn should
| do with wife? l don't care for stupid little
dolls and clever women don't care for me. 1t is
my curse in life that haven't got any brains
| l said nothing; but l had my conjectures
| nevertheless.
| few days later, was dawdling about the
| garden, when | heard swift footsteps coming
toward me along the g,avelled path; and. turning,
whom should | see but Cynthia. hurrying after
:" Here / am" she cried How I have been
longing to see you, dear Mr. klndersley IT. Is ll<e
| What have you been dolngP Have you forgotten
me all this time p
| that
have cause to remember she interrupted, laugh
ing. DO you remember what life | used TO
You always made mp by giving ne present
did not deserve. Well. am | altered%
Naughty and wilful as ever, 1 expect | an
swered. looking ndulgently at the tall 1.-THE figure
| and handsome face with its shining eyes.
| mo, no. Look again." she said. with little
stamp of her foot
And looking again, did see that there was
change. The blue eyes wee softer, the curved lips
| more tender. the whole expression more womany
and Therefore. to my thinking. infinitely more
| charming | could imagine this gracious young
creature loving we'll and wisely. The Cynthia
Of cid days had eXacted far more love than she
| could give in return, with a queeny superiority
that had often rrtated my bachelor heart. though,
Of course. gave readily enough. with or without
my better Judgment
Il came here today she said after a few
more questions. taking my arm and walking
toward the orchard. Because he is interviewing
Sir Hugh about Ireyene. did not want him to
find me here"
| SOD? AS III ne would mlnd!"
| Perhaps not But the other day, when | met
him by chance, he looked as cross as-well. you
know how cross Bob can look-and talked to me as
if the mere sight of me bored him. l am not sur
prised. for used TO treat him very badly"
and you are well and happy? Is the life of
lady companion genial 70 you. CYNTHIA"
| She made n face OF dissent: then answered
more seriously:
1T is not all roses. But it has been good for
me. | think trouble is necessary to some people
to open their eyes to their own failings Mine
| were startling enough to blind me. Mo- on the
whole, am thankful for the discipline have had
TO endure. | don't think looking at me with
earnest candid eyes, Il don't think / am quite so
bad and selfish as | used to be. / hope not But,
then, when | remember my old self-concet,