Passaic City record., 1891-01-22
PAssAIC CITY, N. j.. THURSDAY. JANUARY %, 1891.


never guess in the world, so I'll just tell
you" Solemnly she laid hand on the
shoulder of each. 81 have fallen in
Lowell"
tHuh! Just as if everybody didn't
know that before, with that William
Grayson fellow hanging around ct Lean
ington and Stratford-and-pretty near
ly everywhere we've been, and the fat
letters
.'My dear boys, do you think it likely
that should have met him in the cathe-
dral this afternoon, when we left him
quietly settled for month at least at
Stratford2 And you know very well
that he forwards and incloses all my
letters, so, of course they are fat. Why
don't you venture into the realms of pos
sibility, jena"
Nevertheless, there was small flush
during this gallant defense, which for
tunately escaped the usually sharp eyes
of the two boys.
aWell, who was it, thena" in surly
tone from Jem. Jem was eighteen, and
year younger than 'Tilda, whom he
thought he managed, but who really
ruled him with the utmost tyranny. As
for Tom, only fourteen, he looked in
simple and adoring admiration on his
pretty sister, and was her abject slave.
He now laid down his book and fixed
his eyes. very bright with interest, on
'Tilda's face.
"Ob, 'Tildal did you reallya Who
was it2"
"That is what I am trying to find out,
but appear to be interrupted. You see
he's splendid old knight in the cathe-
dral- He looks like fine nobleman,"
and then she held forth as regards
waists. Tom wiggled about as evidence
that his jacket wasn't tight, and Jem
furtively stuck his thumb through his
belt. IA fellow has to wear his belt
tight with flannel shirts, to keep his
trousers up" he growled.
'.Perhaps my knight always wore sus-
penders and boiled shirts" suggested
'Tilda, sand didn't have to lace like
young men nowadays
Ou, say Icdu youi SuiIC-UOOn3 Will
you, and find out about him."
9sOh, will; and when find him Til
offer him my heart and hand, aud all the
rest that is necessary for an effect and
climax. His name-what is his name?
Not that it makes any difference. At
last-here he is-now PHI
swell, what's the matterg"-for Til
da had suddenly become absolutely 81
lent. She was poring over the guide
book with red face and more interest
than the occasion warranted.
"Why on earth don't you read about
him?'
Whereupon 'Tilda began in very
small voice:
..This is quoted from an old book:
He was in all things brave and honor
able, knighte moste royale to hys ladie,
and fightynge for the true religion in Pal
estine, whittier he journeyed in the
years-' Bother dates. Then there
is lot about his father and grandfather,
who seem to have been of doubtful char
acter, and that's all"
'Tilda turned innocently to her BIZ of
sewing, and apparently ended the mat
ter. This, considering her former en-
thusiasm, seemed little sudden.
" 'Tilda," remarked Tom, presently,
"what did you say his name wasa"
Mrs. Truner, who had been looking at
the euide.book in her turn, seemed to
find something to amuse her there. Her
daughter folded up her work and
yawned.
"Oh, I'm tired" she said. "Good-
night, everybody"
It was very quiet for few minutes in
the little circle, then came an exclam-
alton from Tom-a long-drawn ''Oh-ooo-
ooo!"
"What's up2" from Jem.
ssJust look here"
Jem leaned over the much consulted
book.
s.By Jingol if that old codger's name
isn't William of something or other, and
if she didn't skin out of letting us know,
and cut and run when Tom sprung it on
her. Whewl if I don't make her remem-
DER tudts Oucr ucf uultu anu AOot|
will she9 I'll bet she will-not. just
let her wait until tomorrow.
Another long June day passed in the
quiet of the cathedral. Again 'Tilda
wandered across the smooth grass to the
evening service. For some reason she
kept her hand in her pocket, and when
she reached the cathedral she walked
straight to Sir Williams side. For an
instant she smiled down at him, then
pulled her hand out of her pocket with
a very corpulent envelope in its clasp.
On opening, several letters fell out, some
in the slanting, angular writing of the
modern girl graduate, one in an old
fashioned copper-plate hand-"That's
grandpa's''-and one in strong, black
brother Carl. Hum!
how nice of-him to forward them.
Let's see what he says" opening small
note in the same writing as the direction.
$50 proper. Oh, yes. This is to let
YOU know that have read none of the
enclosed, but have forwarded them sans