St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1894-03-31
CHAPTER 1IX.
HARRY DREAMS DREAMS.

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lam not going to emulate the news
paper penny-a-liner and talk about tho
iron horse, whose heetness annihilates
time and space; but must share In
Harry's surprise at the quiekness OF his
journey from the metropolis to the vii
lage Of Wellington, 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 hostelry. 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 twas
his first glimpse of real rural England,
outside the beaten track OF tourist
travel. !,
The thatched cottages, the great gar
dens, the giant trees, the old stone
houses, the ivy-clad church, came in
for share of his admiration.
He devoted that evening TO a tete-a~
tete interview of his host, 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 Wellington halll'' said that
worthy, with a vigorous puff at his
long "churchwarden" pipe. "Why, sir,
lived there man and boy for close on
forty year. I've known 1t ever since
I've known anything"
SIS It far from here?' Harry asked
s'About three miles, over the Prettiess
country the eye of man ever rested on. +"
~ heard in London that the earl has
not been there for o 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 Rladon-though Will
liam Bladon was right good sort for
all that-and never 70 be heard OF all
these years.
An instant thought flashed through
Harry's brain, So wild conjecture
that he hardly dared to entertain 1t.
lord Arlington's family name Is
Arundel, is it not?"
(which 1t certainly is, assented
John Horner. "Hence the name OF my
hostelry, aThe Arundel Arms"
b. H. Se
landlord seemed an honest fellow.
Why not take him into his confidence
and make a clean breast of the object
of his mission?
"Well, Mr.. Horner, know in Amer
| lea young man who would be likely
to correspond to the lost little blind
boy"
Indeed, sirl"
s'Yes, and many surrounding circun-
stances point to his Identification. The
young man speak Of Is just the
age Earl Arington's SON would be; his
name Is George Arundel; his attend
ants name is William Bladon; for years
ne has been wandering over America
with his father, who died year
ago; and at the present moment he Is
In Brooklyn at the house OF friend OF
mine.n
Great heavens, man. do you know
/ what you are saying?" Horner gasped,
almost breathlcss at such astounding
news; shut, you must Let me call nay
wife in-she's got head ON her shoul-
ders and viii set us right about II. Why.
If this young man be-Martha! Mar
/ thai" The fat landlord couldn't walt
TO finish his sentence, but hurried to
the door to call In stentorian tones for
/ his better half
/ She came. A tall, handsome old
woman, much older than her husband,
her hair as white as snow, and wear
] ing black shade over one OF hor eyes.
IL was not an unkindly face, bat
there was startled, panied expression
In IL which attracted Harry's instant
i observation. She looked like one who