The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1891-02-12
CHAPTER TX.

Mr., MOrdle went away the next week,
He carried his sorrow with him, man
fully resolved to do all he could TO
leave it on the summit of \ ont Blame
or the Matterhorn, to sink it in the
axe of Masgoire or Como, or to cast
it upon the flowing Rhine. He told
himself with such cheerfulness as he
could muster that he as deeply wound
ed but not lied. Before he tied the
label on his portmanteau he discharged
what his keen sense of honor told him
was duty He called on the Talberts
and informed them how he had Jared
with Beatrice.
They were very busy bottling off
quarter cask of sherry. With their
native politenes' the moment Mr..
Mordle came in sight they ceased their
occupation. Horace turned the tap
and rose from the half-filled bottle.
Herbert left the cork half.driven in
They greeted their visitor and apollo
gized for bringing him down to the
lower regions. Altho gh they wore
large coarse white aprons fashioned
somewhat like girls pinafore, they
looked two well bred gentlemen.
81 say" sa d the curate, nervously,
you know I'm off the day after to-
morrow"
yes. We wish you pleasant trip.'
THANKS Sure to enjoy myself. |
want to tell you something before |
60" hey begged him to speak. They
thought it was some petty parish mat
ter on his mind
'Do you mind taking off our aprons
for minutep Somehow my news
doesn't seem to fit in them "
Without word they united their
pinafores. folded them up, and laid
them across the sherry cask,
"Shall we go upstairsP" asked
Horace.
"Oh, dear, no. This will do CAPT
tally. What want to tell you is this.
Last week / asked Miss Clauson to
marry me. She refused. Thought yol
ought to know.
Horace looked at Herbert; Herbert
locked at Horace They stroked their
boards meditatively, but for some time
neither spoke
Well" said Mr.. Mordle, that's
ALL"
Il think. Mr.. Mordle,' said Horace,
sadly, you should have consulted us
first
"Quite so,n said perbert.
Don't see it at all. Miss Clauson is
OF age. But it doesn't matter-I te |
you now
The brothers shook their heads
gravely
81 tell you" said Sylvanus, .'because
am go NC away to cure myself. " hen
| pnp1a ha oh I ohApIJ 4. II
visit you as before. You needn't be
afra d."
"Miss Clauson must decide" said
Horace.
EXACTLY So" said Herbert
So the matter was left and Mr.. Nor
die went away with Il clear Conscience
if a heavy heart.
The brothers returned to Their fascin
ating occupation, and worked away for
some time in silence. Three dozen of
sherry must have been bottled before
Horace spoke
cit is time Beatrice was married.
"f es." said his brother; but she
isn't marrying girl. She takes after
us, think"
There was always comfort in this |
reelection; especially now, when the
fame of Miss Clauson's good looks had |
spread throughout half Westshire.
1t was indeed time that a suitable
sutton made his appe rance The
chances were that in a year or two the
girl might fall into her uncles' old
maidish ways. For the Tabert's were
now getting into domestic groove
down which it seemed likely they would
slide until the end of their lives. They
had OF course seen the great world and
the vanit'es thereof and now they
found that there was nothing like
home, sweet home especially when t
disposition of the home lover is such
that he takes an immense intere in
every detail which makes up that sweet
pess. With the ex ept OF of the per
rennial visit to town they had not left
Lakewood House for any encth of
time, since they settled down to rule its
fortunes. They went to London this
year for the last week in ay and the
whole of June. But Miss Clauson d d
not accompany them. She said out +,
right that she hated London. and loved |
Oakbury and its belongings. SO at
Oakbury she stayed A very curious
choice on the part of young lady who
might had she wished to do so. have |
spent the London season mingling in
the pursuits and gay cites of what is |
called the upper circle. /
SO when Miss Clauson refused to GO |
10 London she eXtricated her |
nncles from dilemma. She STAYED |
at Lakewood House and for
live weeks ruled Whitaker ard the
other Staid servants rs well as she could.
Beatrice was now just past twenty
TWO. 1t was really high time that a
sutton came, and the Tables, who
could easily have adapted their femi-
line gifts to match making, began to
.hink over the eligible young men in
Then Fate produced some one, whom,
until now, she had kept in the back
ground. Fut whether eligible or not
we must discover by and bv.
Beatrice, enter ng the library one
morning early in August, found her
incles in high conclave. She saw at
>nce that something had happened.
md for the moment feared 10 hear that
he red currant Jelly recently made
rom her own receipt, and almost under
Ter own superv sion, had turned moldy.
I was not that Miss Clauson was par
icularly fond of rel currant Jelly; her
ears were simply on account of the
distress such catastrophe would cause
Ter uncles' kindly natures However.
he matter was not so serious as she
imagined.
Uncle Horace handed her an omen
etier. Read that, my dear and tell
IS how we shall answer it," She read
he following;
DEAR Ma TALBERT:-You and Your