Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1891-12-15

little party. Arncs looked quietly up
a. he entered. AID met hi, greeting
with less cmbaria ssmeut than might
have been expected under the circum-
stances, although she could not quite
conceal the mantiing blush which rose
10 check and brow. A. servants at Lin
wood were not Ia be in Attendance upon
the breakfast tsDlc. she herself made
her lover q cup IL chocolate. while his
pretty sisters go whom. next to their
father. lac was tine greatest hero in the
world-showcd their delight at his
presence 10y waiting upon him with
Hchc-lil,c devotion Once or twice,
during the pleasant rcpast he caught "a
glimpse of the happy light which
shonc from beneath the dark lasheS of
Agnes eyes. and. a. She fingered a
moment behind Ethel and Pauline,
managed 10 shi>pcr: Il am going now
To speak 20 your father, aud mine"
Divinclv bluShing. the conscious girl
broke from his OBTAINING hand anG
hurried away To rcjoin her pupils:
while he. ordering his horse rode of to
call upon Mr.. Gravdon. whose cottage
was mile or - further down the
river, and quite close To- well-kept
carriage drive
Now. whether because Of his own
joyous spirits. the beauty of the morn
ing or the chatting Impotence of his
thoroughbred. matters not. but certain
it is that the young man. instead of
riding Sobrrlv along the smooth road,
rs bcfittcd one charged with affairs of
such wcighty import. chose rather To
90 i'm sweeping stccplr chase flight
across country, taking hedges bitches,
walls and brooks with the wild abandon
of reckless fON hun,cr. and winding
mp 10y magnificent leap over the six
barred gate which opened out of the
orchard at one side of his friends
house.
Mr.. Graydon. standing just then on
the porch. viewed with consider
able surprise this performance of the
splendid horSeman. and rushing out,
exclaimed; Hello, Frank, what's up;
where i the rest of the field: where the
hounds and where the foN?'
Frank had the grace To blush little
1T ilt ldNE ilii- ~ iNl'll'hs dlh hil'
whole field, Mr.. Graydon; the hounds
are in their kennels and the fox in his
lair; but-but well, would not you feel
like riding Just 80 if the loveliest,
sweetest ana best girl in all England
had promised 10 be your wife; that is,
he added IF You were my age?'
lilo, no, my boy. lies the land that
way; 50 Lady Louisa has said yes,
CHI"
Lady ,cto'" almost shouted Frank
"Why. Lady Louisa Grafton, of
course"
well. well. welt who would have
supposed that an old campaigner like
yourself could make So blind guess?
Lady - Louisa Grafton indeed, My
dear sir. you must como little nearer
home. My peerless beauty il simply "A
Miss Agnes Graydon."
II the sun had suddenly turned to ice.
the solid earth To- water, or any other
impossible thing happened. the old war
rior could scarcely have been more com
pletoly aStouishcd than at this speech.
lie fairly staggered back a. the name
of his daughter was mentioned, and
very gravely said:
FRAN, Howard. are sou serious?
Yes. yes, ! see you are, but can it be
possible that Won have done this thiug?'
quite possible and wholly dciightinl.
Mr.. Graydou | love hIuc, with all my
heart. aud She il is-not any Lady
Louisa who has said YES come now
expressly to ask you to give her to me-"