The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-11-14
CHAPTER XII.

fASI EN ENTS,
should certainly have blurted out the
whole truth to clear myself and Gordon
from this monstrous imputation, but that
while was pausing for the words to come
Mere Lucas said;
"One may live to be co and yet be no wiser
for it, look you. An old woman may mistake
the good for he bad and the bad for the good
like an inexperienced child. Look, for ex-
ample, how shamefully l misjudged that
good Nj. Kavanagh."
Again that name brought me to my
senses.
DO you see Mr.. Kavanagh oftenP" 1
asked.
"Oh, there's not week passes but ho
comes down to spend n day or two with us.
don't know what we should do without
him in our misfortune
looked around, at n loss to know what
misfortune she alluded to.
ut seems very pleasant here" ventured
to observe
pheasant is not the word for it, my
dear, ITS a paradise" she said in most
melancholy tone. II should like you to
see the rooms They are beautiful, and it
is no trouble to keep them nice, for here
there is no DUST no smoke, no smuts, and
the linen keeps its color and does not need
washing every day. And the garden it is
real picture already with spring flowers.
And there are birds in every bush. That
is one Of the reasons why NJ. kuvanagh
bought it"
'.Mr. kavanagh bought itl'' said in per-
plexity.
He bought it for my poor master, be-
cause, look you"-the old woman paused,
her thick lips quivered and she put her
apron to her eyes and sobbed-"because he
said he must go where he could hear
birds"
was touched by the old woman's grief,
though still at a loss to understand the
cause of ii.
"And there's kitchen garden she pur-
sued somewhat inconsequently. 1.-THE
young radishes are ready for the table. To
look at them gives one an appetite"
She dried her eyes, but in the same
mournful voice continues:
"a poultry yard, too, and the fowls are
laying more eggs than know what to do
with-delicious eggs, with white like
curd. You saw che carriage9"
'Yes''
'M kavanagh found that for us also and
johnson, the driver, u most obliging man,
who manages the garden and is always will
ing to do anything for me-"
Sho heayed quivering sigh and shook
her head mournfnlly.
perhaps you don't care for country
lifes" suggested.
sMon Dieui would never leave it for
an hour if could help it."
do you find the house too large. Is
there more than you can dor"
mot a bit The houseis large, to be sure,
but we only occupy part of it yet awhile.
NJ. Kavanagh said we must have plenty of
rooms for friends when they come to see
us, but up to now the master has not had
the wish to invite many people here 1t is
enough for him to see NJ. Kavanagh now
and then and to have Miss Judith to walk
with him and tap the piano in the evening""
s'Miss Judithl' They were not married
then. But my jealousy leaped into fame
again as l learned that Taras was satisfied
with her society alone, and an envious pang
shot through me to know that she had
found means of pleasing him that was be-
yond me.
docs she play welli" asked hoarsely.
Mere Lucas lip twitched again.
II can't tell you," she said "When they
begin to play music, go up to my room. 1t
Is more than | can bear"
as she always here2n asked.
''She has been here ever since Christmas.
and that was all through NJ. KavanaRh,
Tor, you sec, she was goyerness at his
sisters, and he persuaded her TO let Miss
Judith come, seeing that the master could
notdo without some one. She has gone up
to London today"
81 saw her."
"There are pigeons, too" Mere Lucas
proceeded after moments somber reflec-
tion. Il heard young ones squeaking up
In the hayloft a week ago. I must ask
Mr.. johnson to fetch them down for me
when they're big enough for the spit. Yes,
thero Is iseyerything the imagination can de.