The Dickinson press., 1893-12-02
CHAPTER I,

They're bad lot. my dear. that's
what they are, and ,l:,y say the young
lords as wild as any of en-
why does papa hate ilicm so. nurse.
| and why Won, H. ever let thrir names
be E,cntion"l:"
"l''S long story. Miss Nelly. and
it's lrcn the same for the last five gcE-
rr:'tiols n family quarrel: hut l sup
pose ii II die out With your papa. now
he's got no Sun to leave the old hatred
TO
, But nurse. We're they all really so
hld:'
/ 'Wrll. my a"ar. don't know; wr'v"
al been t:l.lyl,t To think So ever Si.'ie
W. We're children. and, of course, my
fothcr and grandfather took tll"ir mr.-
tors side, and ha,ln, :, good word for
the l.an"hul,ncS; hut their own people
stick 10 'em through thick and thin.
and S:ly Il morc generous, li"h $piritrn
family never lrrathrd. They've al
ways been rather Il Wild lot: bat thcp.
dear, rs the sayin is, ,hc old gentle
nan hnsrlf i>l.t as black as hc is
painted
but why did NO quarrel With them:
/ whlt begun IL all?'
We'll. dr;lr. ,l,c first beginning was 4
bad one, and it meyer healed up, and
so it's gone On and on up to this very
day. And ! must say the 1.augilolmtS
ll'Nc been willing TO make it up, and
The old lord Would have been quite
friendly. only Your papa was set against
it, and turned lis lack ul,ol. him b.
fore tho whole hunting.ticld.'
But, Lursc. | Want to get at the story
and yor won't como to it," and pretty
Nelly Huntingdon ,arpod a little impa-
titnt foot on the polished floor of the
hoCsckecper's room.
My dear. | think ycur papa Would
be displ"ascd With me if | WAS 10 tell
you"
"Rnt papa won't know"
We'll. Miss Ncll;, you know that's
worse. to do thugs behind peoples
backs you wouldn't do to their faces"
Miss Nelly pcrhad herself on tl'r high
wooden table in front of the latticcd
window. and crlnrd her pretty neck
out to pull a great cluster of the old
fashioned red roses with open yellow
rcn!.rS that nodded over tho trclliS-
work.
"Now." she said. fastening them in
the front of her wl!itr dress. and swing
ing her little feet to and fro, "go OH,
nurse"
".t'S time for mo to see to the lam"
cried Wilson (wllo acted as nurse and
hous'keeprr,. jumping up and bustlins
Off into the kit hen.
\ pout came over Nrlly'S m'gnOr'ne
white facc, and presently she Slipped
down from her perch and slipped Off
into the big Kitchen to 500 what was
going on. a strong smell OF preserves
came down the long. cool passage. and
when the young lady went in Oh tip
toe through, the open door. there stood
Wilson in front of an enormous copper
pan. stirring With sreat spoon
amorgst the seething fruit.
Let me TASTE" said Nelly, going up
softly behind, and making MUSE jump
at the unexpected sound.
"fhere now, Miss Nelly, you've made
me burn my fingers, and the Kitchens
no place for young ladies'"
Now I've got so far, once in my life,
mean to stop and see all there is 10
be SEEN" said Mss Huntington, resp
lutely; and with ti;at she seated herself
on the kitchen table in her favorite
attitude, and proceeded to take a sur
vey. great, lofty, airy apartment
was the same kitchen, with wide win
dows looking on great herb garden,
bordered by Il warren. where you saw
frolicsome heels, and displaying their
white brushes as they scuttled along.
Along one side of the wall hung great
FURNISHED copper pans and cleaning
dish covers, with a rack full Of plates
enough to have dincd small regiment.
On the dresser lay Il great yellow bowl
Of peas, with bunch of aromatic mint;
and there We're cucumbers and fresh
green lettuces, and dishes Of raSpber-
lies. and much store Of garden-stuff.
, Cook had jealousy retreatcd into the
scullery; she did not like any interfcr-
ence in her domain; but Wilson had
made the jam for the last tive-and-
twenty years, and was not likely to give
in to cook now.
"My dear, do mind where you set"
she said, turning little testify to her
nursling. I'm sure the Kitchens not
a place for young ladies. specially a
table as you don't know what may
have been split upon"
ITS quite clean, you old fldget!'
cried Nelly, rubbing her dainty fingers
along the polished surface. why,
can nearly see my face in It. Give
me some jam to taste"
II suppose you don't want to burn
your torgue. my dear? and 1t won't
Uc Itiluy lOI lelt L1luulc3 Dy luc SlUCh
yet"
"I'll keep watch over the time. OF
dear! what tiresome. laN;ing OLE
: clock it is-tick-tick, tick-tick. be
lieve it only goes one hour to foul
of any other in the house"
"Well now. Miss Nelly. if you only
Okkypicd yourself Il little more. vol
wouldn't find the time hang so heavy
on your hands,"
: What could one possibly find to d.
this broiling aftcrnoon:"
: "a roasting fire won't help to make
you cooler, my dear"
"Oh. Of cOuse you want me to go
fOu old crOsspatch, but I sha'n't.
shall wait till you have finished The jam
and poured it into every one Of thos'
white jars, and then / shall 90 bacl
into the room with you and have tc:
and a Eice thick slice Of bread ani
jam. and you'll tell me the story o
the family feud."
"Well!' said nurse. looking up. witt
the red light Of the reflected strawber
ries shining on her ccmely face. II sup
pose you'll have your Gwn way. and
: may as well agree to it first rs last
. You always was as obstinate as obsti
nate. And what will your papa sa!
when he sees you don't cat your din
ner:'
But he won't see-he never notice
anything: and ! shall take everything
on my plate, and promise to eat lot
of peas and raspberry tart"
Much good they'll do you. to
sure" responded Wilson. satirically.
well. it isn't five yet. and there
plenty Of time to get another appetit
by eight
- So it was done as tho young autocra
ms commanded, and presently she an
Dg- nurse. We're hack in tho cool shad
ear | ,,o,,, ,,.;+h e.. Goo, MI ,.o.,I.. -
ting over their tea.
nd Now. nurse. fol- tho story
y. Wilson stirred her tea pnrsed
her mouth. and with cont acted brs
... proceeded TO riIminate as TO the M