The Washington times., 1894-10-07

''Ah. well. he won't disturb me-" said the
young lady with equanimitY. "And you and
l can have nice long days together, can't We,
Mrs. MARSHALL"
''Ye-es. said Mrs Marshall obviously. rs
it really all off with poor Charles, Rosie?''
''Why. yes of course. He'll find out his
luck some day, won't he? Goodnight. you
dear"
And the two ladies kissed.
The next morning Miss Berners was what
the squire called 'all over the place. He
congratulated himself on having an excellent
lock to his study door, and he turned the key
with some unusual fierceness in his mild eyes.
He Aeed not have troubled himself. Hiss
Berners, having once ascertained the where
ahouts of the squire's special domain, gave it
thenceforth wide berth.
1t was a strange thing that, some three or
four days later, he should of his own free will
invite her to accompany him TO the riverside.
1.-The water-lilies are so fine" he asserted
"All ladies like water-lilies. don't they?"
Yes, answered his guest, with complete
gravity, "ail ladies'
So the Unmatched couple went and Mrs.
Marshall stood in the porch gazing after
them in amaze. Only that very morning had
Miss Rosie explained to the lopg-suffering
Mrs. Marshall that her brother was what
common parlance denominates-a savagei
My French governess used to cali people
so, said the girl, undeterred. "Un savage.
un vrai sauvage-a savage. And do you
know, and her dimpled face and merry eyes
/ lighted up, there was an inn not far from
where we lived in the country, and the sign
was the s gn of the salvage man, with a pa Mt
ing of a kind of Jack-in-the-gr green-a gentle
man dressed in a complete costume of oak
boughs-a an absolute acknowledgement.
''Nonseuss!' Mrs. Marshall mad said.
But now here was her visitor walking de-
mureIy down the river by the side of the SAID
Jack (Who was not clad in green boughs by
T any means, but IN orthodox country costume
OF light tweed, with gray. soft felt hat
sloughed over his brows) And the salvage
man. as he strolled on with his hands in his
pockets, was listening-whether contentedly
or discontentedly ii was impossible 10 tell-to
to the ceaseless chatter of his companion.
1t would not do to bore him with overmuch
of such girlsh chatter.
Mrs. Marshall arranged a volume or two of
Macaulay and also some of her faVorite poets
on handy drawing-room table, ready for
evening use. Lawrence. though poor con-
yersationalist, was by no means a bad reader.
There is nothing like reading aloud to pro-
mote sociabiiity amongst three people: the
tiers incommode. whoever he may be, is
supplemented. SO to speak, by the volume
itself. The author, whether poet. historian
or novelist, has somehow come to the rescue;
four people, not three any longer, are gath
SIou IOuHu tne tdple, Will one cOlhInOH lHter-
est to bind them.
Admirable reflections! Mrs. Marshall was
positively staggered to find that she had reck-
oned without her two companions.
do you mind looking into my den for an
hour?" asked the squire, blandy. Il am
going to teach Miss Berners to make flies. F."
''Going to teach?
And so he was, in truth. Feathers, silks.
cobblers wax, etc., already strewed the table.
Rosie's long sleeves had to be rolled upto the
elbow, and she found it necessary to don a
tiny white muslin apron, which was appar-
emily among ner travelling accoutrements. So
much preparation was scarcely needed,
thought Mrs. Marshall but her brother evil
IDENTIFY held different opinion, for he Uttered
the floor with books and papers IN order to
clear other tables, and walked increasingly
backwards and forwards between Miss
Berners and the window, asking anxiousIy,
though laconicaly, ii she were ''getting on all
right?''
Then Mrs. Marshall remembered how the
girl had spoken slightingly of the salvage
man, and she grew irate in her heart. He was
too good for her, any way; wretched little