The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1894-06-14
AN ARCADIAN ROMANCE.
How Mrs. Redmayne Proved Her
self a True Friend.

"Its a little bit of Arcade at this
time of year. The daffodils are going
off, but the orchards round our house
are full of white narcissus They
grow like weeds, and the hedges are
simply thickly buttered with prim-
roses. Do come and stay few days
with me, Milly."
'Tell me, dear, who is it makes the
orchards and hedges seem to you like
little bit of Arcade? You don't wan
der alone through them, Pm sure OF
that, or you would find them insuffer-
able dull. You may just as well be
candid with me. for ! shall find out
what want to know, sooner or later,
whether you aid me or not on my voy-
age of discovery"
"Then you will come down, Milly?
am SO glad"
Don't paw Guinevere's head while
you're talking to me, Ethel. That's an
irritating attention for one lady to pay
another. I've no doubt if was riding
a Sir Lancelot-or even a Sir Galahad
instead of Guinevere, that the no
BILE animal would submit to being wor-
ried about the head by your dear lit
tie restless hands. But the mare OBJ
jects, and always study her feelings"
you're shamning; you're trying to
make me believe that you care more for
the mare tn an you do for me, but l
know better Aunt Carrie, Mrs Red
mayne, always prided herself on never
showing what she really felt"
And you always show more than
aIp
laughed out carelessly; but at the
same time she backed her mare out Of
reach of Ethel's restless hands Mrs.
Hamilton am to understand that you
indorse Ethers invitation-that you
wish me to go and stay with her at
Lowndes?"
Miss Pemberton is mistress in her
own house, and issues her own invita-
tions"
1t certainly was not an encouraging
Endorsement Of the invitation, this one.
that issued from the firm, proud lips of
a handsome, distinguished, harassed-
looking woman, whose age might have
been fifty that morning. but who, at
night, in her best war paint, might
have been taken by the uninitiated for
thirty-five
''Then, without further hesitation, I
accept Miss Pemberton's invitation"
the lady on horseback cried out in &C.
cents that (unintentionally, pe-haps)
mimicked the elder woman's tones.
"Good-by, till we meet on your native
sod, Ethel dear, but you're a rash girl
to have asked such a very easily-bored
woman as am down 70 your Garden
of Eden"
Even in Eden there was an attrac-
tive devil" Mrs. Hamilton murmured
Grossly. "She will conjure one up If
there is one in the neighborhood. No,
Ethel, it's useless to look at me in that
depreciatingly appealing way. do
not like your friend, and think Mar
Gus will dislike your intimate associa-
ton with her."
81 shall be wretched-wretched, if
Marcus doesn't like the dearest friend
/ have" Ethel said, vehemently, as
they moved off to re-enter the carriage
they had left, in order to interview
Mrs. Redmayne conveniently, over the
railings in Rotten Row.
Mrs Hamilton-the mother of the
man to whom Ethel, after much oppo-
oAsioh Aionl CNCiy othCi hiShbci "a hCi
family, was just engaged-smiled con-
temptuously.
'How long has this dear friendship
lasted, and on what is it foundedp'
swell, aunt, you know I've known
her for two years, and she has always
been sweetness itself. to me. Some
people say that she's capricious about
her lady friends, but to me she's always
30 nice. She's SO pretty, too; don't you
think sop
''She gets up cleverly; but she gets
up" [.
"Oh, aunt She's much too young to
need powder and paint"
''She doesn't use either, my dear.
There are mnch subtler adjuncts to
faded beauty in these days than powder
and paint"
you'll alter your opinion of her be-
fore she has been three days at Lown-
des"
"And SO will you," said Mrs. Aamil-
ton.
The girl. Ethel lPemberton--tall and
straightlimbed,, ,fair of face, but with
no exceptional beauty OF either feature
or expression, beyond the latter being
honest--went back to her aunt'S little
house in livery .far-away, West London
suburb. and ApeAt the remainder of the
day In devising, uesps ,by which she
eould make Lowndes equally attractive