The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-06-25

of course she cannot disturb him; although
certainly he does not look as though he
would mind being disturbed.
1--WE are living in his house and eating the
very birds he shoots, and yet we cannot
even speak to him!" she says to herself
vexedly
Then, the humor of the situation dawn
ing upon her, she laughs; and presently she
resolves, as sitting alone is dull, that she
will fetch book.
The library, into which one door of their
sitting-room opens, is divided from the
living-room only by heavy curtains; conse-
quently Sylvia hears Elspeth bringing in
dinner, and Mr.. Munro's inquiries about
the household. Apparently he is interested
in his guests.
SsOh, ay,'' responds the old woman. "Mr.
Thorburn is getting on finely, for I spiered
at Doctor McKie myself. Ye medina fash
yourself ABBOTT him, Munro. I'm thipkin it
is ma sac muckle physic he wants as man
ners."
Evidently Henry Thorburn has not won
FIspeths good opinion The next question
Sylvia cannot hear, but doubtless it refers
to herself for Elspeth says
CAV. that would be her! It'll be but lone
Iy for the young leddy-a bonnie lassie too,
Wi a CLINT in her cen like the sun on the
loch. Gud guide us, Munro, if yon doggie
hasna dragged the blackjack off the dish!"
Then follows laugh from Munro; and
Sylvia. laughing too, hastily snatches book
from the nearest shelf and retreats to the
sitting-room.
The sunshine is streaming brightly into
the room the next morning when Sylvia is
aroused by loud barking of dogs beneath
her window Then she hears Munro's
voice giving orders to the keepers, and am
other voice-a strangers Ginning in. Evi-
IDENTITY friend has come over for days
shooting. Then come more directions.
general clatter as of moving off. then silence
again, if that can be called silence which
is filed with the songs of birds, the rush OK
the waves, the rustic of countless leaves
Sylvia spends the greater part Of the
morning down by the l0ch villa Laird tho
old collie and book Here she remains till
lunch, after which she devotes the afternoon
to amusing Mr.. Thorburn, thereby freeing
her sister. Then follow dinner and the
beautiful alluring twilight. But, as Sylvia
remarks to Aline, the ogre bars the way.
How can she possibly walk through the
hall, or sitting room, or whatever they call
it, when he is eating his dinner there!
''You had better Jump out of the window"
suggests Mrs. Thorburn, smiling; sit is not
very high"
81 would, only don't see how l am to get
back again. That is the difficulty"
So Sylvia must needs content herself with
seeing the crimson sunsets and pale moon
i0bt rr1i Of
green from the window. However, in the
bright mornings and golden afternoons she
can ramble about as she lists over the red
purple heather and through and through the
tangled plumy bracken, now in the full
est glory
sit is all lovely-most lovely" she says to
Mrs. Thorburn one evening; "but, Aline,
shall soon have finished all the books care
to read. What is to become of me? | sup
pose we cannot here get anything more in
the way of literature!"
81 am afraid not"
''Then Elspeth must find my idle hands
some work to do"-looking laughingly at
the old woman, who is bringing in coffee
''some busters to hem or table-cloths to
darn"
''Therell be nae work O. that sort for We,
her head and smiling.
''Not? Then [ must take to collecting
MOSES and sticking them on little bits Of
card. But I never know what to do with
them afterwards"
Three days later as Sylvia is coming in
from a stroll by the Loeb, Elspeth meets her,
saving '-----~--~----
'sYe'll find mair reading in yon, point
ing to the library Il jest telled Munro
what we said, an he's had them doom fra
Glasgow"
ooh, did not mean to be so troublesome!"
exclaims Sylvia. Nevertheless she regards
the pile of books and magazines on the
library table with delighted eyes.
s'Please thank MI. Munro for me, Elspeth,
It IS most kind Of him !'~--eGsssp.sa&szs-.--
The old woman Vanishes in her usual
swift silent manner, and Sylvia sur
prises her sister by appearing in their sit
ting-room with an armful of neWly-arrived
literature.
''Aline, was right This is fairy castle.
One has only to express wish, and it is at
once granted by the amiable monster who
owns the establishment. Listen and look!"
Mrs. Thorburn accordingly listens and
looks. Then she says gravely-
1T is very tiresome of old Elspeth to re-
peat our chance remarks !"
81 don't see that it matters. Cannot our
friendly ogre afford to humor his guests?"
s'Of course he can," replies Mrs. Thor
burn ''He is rich man. He was his
parents only child. I dare say Henry
would like to see some of the magazines"
she remarks, and takes one or two to the in
valid, who receives them graciously.
The next day brings a letter for Sylvia
from some friends. After reading it to her
sister
1.-THE Harlands have taken house-a
shoeting-lodge, they call it-about eight
miles from here. up in the hills They want
me to go over and see them. How am 1 to
get there, Aline?"
Il do not see how you can go at all. You
cannot walk sixteen mlles-besides you
would lose yourself-and there is no car
riage here"
perhaps our friendly ogre host could
summon a magic steed for me!" suggests
Sylvia, after pause of reflection
II hardly think you could ask him"
mo? Well I must write and tell them to