New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-09-20
III

Two or three weeks more passed away in the
most delightful manner. Sir Arthur strong in
the sober certainty Of making bliss began to recog
nize the rest as well as the joys of his position,
and all the sweet certalntieS that Maud spoke Of,
and he thankfully acknowledged nothing but
death could deprive him of them, and to the
young death is indeed distant prospect.
He had dined at the Priory one night. 1t had
heen one of the happiest evenings he had ever
spent in his life There had been music and
star-gaZing and lovers talk, and he had been
with Maud on the dOOrstcps and walked home be-
meath the light Of the summer stars
1t was no surprise TO either father or daughter
the next morning, who were sitting together in
the library, when he walked in before luncheon.
He was quite in the habit Of leaving late one
night and appearing. early the next morning.
=. Tut Maud instantly saw that he did not look
You are e g 50 pale, Arthur" she said gently;
Il don't know" he replied, looking blankly
at her, as if he did not see her!
Pale" cried Sir John, why he is the color
Of pe9ny My n dear Arthur Art What have you been
Sir Arthur passed his hand through his hair
with an inpatient, almost embarrassed move
ment, very, unlike his usual manner.
" am glad YOU have come however" continued
Sir Hildebrand. II have received sketch of
that steam-plough, and / want you 10 look at il.
II IS the neatest thing have seen for long time"
lie gave Arthur paper az he spoke, who fixed
vague, absent eyes on II, and after little silence
said, Yes, it is a very good color"
Maud laughed and Sir Hildebrand said he sup
posed he was thinking Of his last new carriage or
the curtains he was putting up in her boudor.
This, my dear sir, is steam-plough You
can Judge by this sketch Of it's shape and
symmetry, but In way of its Color
Arthur looked up and stared Sir Hildebrand
IN the face with an empty look in his eyes APP
parently he neither saw what he was looking at
nor heard the words that had been addressed to
him.
They both asked him il he was i'll. but he de-
clared, with some irritation, That he had never
been better in his life and added. i'm the same
breath, that he had a raging headache Maud
anNlously approached him but the gong sounding
caused distinction, and they all went in TO
Take glass Of this claret." said Sir Hide
prand. IL will Danish your headache Poor
John got II for me- so il can't help being good
Was he such good Judge Of wine ?" asked
Arthur with an abruptness that made them look
at him. '''''
None better. And as a consumer. too-be yas
not such an abstemious fellow as you are
- was not brought up 10 it replied be in n
strangely bitter tone, and added suddenly: How
odd II Is there is no picture OF Sir John AT Pen
dean. What sort of looking man was he now pa
Not half so good-looking as you are. my dear
He was rather short and stoutlsh. - said Maud
And h@ WIS dark, quite swarthy, with hooked
nose ~ VEN " 'u
rather n peeuliar-looking man. in faot.p,
Yes, decidedly" Here thew ross from tho
table But come into the library. and I will show
you his Photograph wa DIV"
retire tete-a-tete; and Maud turning over the
pages Of her album, Arthur stopped her AT the
right one, recognizing his cousin bv her descrin.
tlon. IL was not pleasant picture and did no,
| give the idea of very delightful person. beina
Almost Jewish physiognomy