Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-02-04
CHAPTER XIX.
HARRY DREAMS DREAMS.

HARRY DREAMS DREAMS.
am not going to emulate the news
paper penny-a-liner and talk about the
iron horse, whose heetness annihilates
time and space; but l must share in
Harry's surprise at the quickness of his
journey from the metropolis to the viii
lage of Wilmington, distance of one
hundred and twenty-five miles, which
he accomplished in little more than two
hours.
In fact, the village church clock was
just striking six as he strolled from the
pretty railroad station TO the quaint old
lattice-windowed hosiery. the "Arun-
del Arms = such house of entertain
ment as Dickens would have loved to
picture.
What lovely place this village was
doubly lovely in Harry's eyes, for it was
his first glimpse of real rural England,
outside the beaten track of tourist
travel
The matched cottages, the great gar
aens, the giant trees, the old stone
houses, the ivy-clad church, came in
for a share of his admiration.
He devoted that evening TO a tete-a-
tete interview of his host, a genial old
fellow, who was glad to share with the
young American gentleman the bottle
Of wine he had ordered for the good
Of the house.
"Know Wilmington hall" said that
worthy, with vigorous puff at his
long ''churchwarden" pipe. "Why, sir,
lived there man and boy for close on
forty year. I've known it ever since
I've known anything
as it far from here?" Harry asked.
About three miles, over the prettiest
country the eye of man ever rested on
81 heard in London that the earl has
not been there for long time" young
Evesham ventured. for he knew how
Jealous these old retainers were Of the
honor of the families TO which they had
been attached.
Not for twenty years. There was
good deal of talk about his going away.
taking with him as he did his little |
blind son, with no one to tend on 'em,
too, but William Bladon-though Will
liam Bladon was right good sort for
Rll that-and never to be heard of all |
these years"
An instant thought flashed through !
Harry's brain. So wild a conjecture
that he hardly dared to entertain IT,
Lord Arlington's family name is |
Arundel, is it not?"
(which it certainly is assented
John Horner. "Hence the name of my |
nostelry. The Arundel Arms"
Harry reflected for a minute. This
landlord seemed an honest fellow.
Why not take him into his confidence
and make a clean breast Of the object
IF his mission?
well, Mr.. Horner, know in Amer
ga young man who would be likely
10 correspond to the lost little blind
boy"
Indeed, sir"
Yes, and many surrounding eircum-
stances point to his Identification. The
7oung man l speak of is Just the
lge Earl Arlington's son would be; his
lame is George Arundel; his attend
lnt's name is William Bladon; for years
ie has been wandering over America
WIN MS AdlucAs WHO QlcO a year
Igo and at the present moment he is
n Brooklyn at the house of friend Of
nine
Great heavens. man. do You know
THAT you are saying?" Horner gasped.
.lmost breathless at such astounding
Jews; "but. You must let me call my
wife in-she's got head on her shout
ers and win set US right about It. Why.
this young man be-Martha. Mar
ha.@ The fat landlord couldn't wait
o finish his sentence. but hurried to
he door to cali in stentorian tones for
is better half NJ
She came. A tail, handsome old
roman. much older than her husband.
er hair as white as snow. and wear
ng black shade over one Of har eyes.
II was not an unkindly face, but
here was startled, panied expression