The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-03-01

And Mr.. Brambleby chuckled. And
want to speak to her. No offense. miss:
1t won't do no harm to recognize an
olo friend, even if he did happen once
to be pork butcher"
Lillian had been backing for a min
Ute or two, as if she wanted to get as
Tar away from this extraordinary per
son as possible, but she now found her.
self arrested by the branches of a
standard rose-tree, and was obliged to
stop. Mr.. Brandt by would have gone
on again, but she interrupted him with
low cry of pain.
On please stop" she said, "of course
you DO not know-you are a stranger
nere-put my dear mother died this
morning at three o'clock. | am gather
ing these lilies TO put beside her" And
She turned aside as if to pluck another
blossom, but in reality to check the
rising tears. She could not bear to
weep before stranger-even for her
mother
Mr. Brambleby brought down his
hand on his thigh with a resoundjue
slap.
Darn 1t all" he cried. "Amintv
dead! Dead! And me come all the
way TO the old country TO see her! Well.
mat do beat everything! II 1t hadn't
peen for that blessed old fool at the inn.
should have come on last night. and
then | should ha' been in time for a
word with her"
my mother would not have been abln
to see you" said Lillian. coldly. "Sho
was very weak. If you were a friend
nf hp1e'S !, t.f,
i am sorry YOU did not come sooner.
Good morning"
she bowed her dainty head and was
about to move slowly. but decidedly
away when a shout from Mr.. Bramb-
leby stopped her "Hulo! Hold on,
I'll walk up with you to the house"
Then moderatng his voice, and put
ting one big leg carefully over the big
wire fence: IF l don't see her living.
I'll see her dead. I'm bound to look at
her face once more"
Sir. said Lady Lillian. haughtily
your presence is an intrusion"
All right. my dear: no offence" re.
turned Mr.. Brambleby, painting a lit
tie with the efforts to get over the
fence and overtake the young lady
who was now walking swiftly towards
the house. you can't deny me. you
know; I've the right; you don't want
to make scandal; you just let ms
speak to your papa, and he'll see tn.
rights of it."
The short sentences, bolted ont one
after another produced some effect or
Lady Lillian. who in the midst of hel
grief was very reasona BILE. "I suppos
| had better let him come to tn.
house" she reflected, land tell poo
rapa about him. l don't like to threat
en- him with the servants, he looks s.
very determined. Besides. it would no
be nice for him 10 talk to them abou
my dear mother as he is talking to me
A friend OF hers, indeed! How dare
he?' And Lady Lillian curled her lii
disdainfullY even while the hot tear:
started to her eyes al the idea.
1t was with scant courtesy that she
turned at last TO the flushed and per
spring Mr. Brambleby, who was toll
ing up the rising pathway at her side
Il will take you into the library" she
said, land ask my father if he will
speak to you; but OF course he is very
much overcome, and Is not at all likely
to be BILE 10 do so
Mr.. Brambleby nodded, quite unim
pressed by the severity Of the young
lady's tones. He was thinking thai
when once he had got into the house II
would be difficult to get him out again
until his object was attained. He fol-
lowed Lady Lilian's footsteps, there
fore, with submission.
She ascended a fight of steps leading
to the terrace, walked down the terrace
little way, and then opened a glass
door which led into the room of which
she had spoken. Here she babe
Mr. Bramhleby remain. She did not
even ask him to take chair; but Mr..
Brambleby not being troubled by shy
ness, sat down and gazed about him
with admiration and delight.
ITO think now" he said to himself,
"of all this belonging TO Amintyi I'm
glad I've seen it--that l am. IT does
credit to old England and a bloatea
aristocracy after all. sir! A pity she
had 10 g and leave It, but she was
always frail and sickly. was Amintyi
Poor Aminty! Poor little girlr'
He rubbed his forehead with a gorge
Gus silk handkerchief and looked up
and down the room. The ceiling was
painted with nymphs and dry ads in a
style which he felt that he did not I'M
derstand. The walls were lined with
rows OF richly bound volumes: the very
chairs were works OF art, carved oak
and antique: the carpet and rugs were
softer than velvet and full of rich and
harmonious colOring. The blinds, of
course. were down. but Mr.. Brambleby
could see that old heraldic devices were
painted on the lozenge-shaped panes,
and that the velvet hangings OF each
window recess were of those exquisite
shades which only a splendid old age
can give. The Chicago pork butcher
was no doubt Philistlne al heart, and
would have preferred ormolu and GRIM
son satin for his own apartments; but
he was not unmoved by the beauty OF
his surroundings, at which he was still
staring open-mouthed when Lord Aire-
dale came quietly into the room.
The Earl was not a very tall man,
nor perhaps a very handsome one; but
his appearance was undoubtedly inn
posing We in Underwood village al
ways spoke of him as an aristocratic-
looking man. He had snow-white hair
very little of it-a slight amount OF
whisker. an aquiline nose, thin lips and
steel-gray eyes He was not perhaps
very clever but he was reputed one of
the most honorable and conscientious
of English gentlemen-no light praise,
surely, even in these leveling times.
The Thoroughbred air 50 characteristic
of his daughter was apparent in every
line of his features, every movement OF
his erect little figure. Even his late
vigil, his grief. his long fast--for ne
had forgotten to touch food in his anxi-
ETY., since the previous days luncheon
hour, had not ruffied his outward de-
meanor; he was as composed. as tran
qull. as outwardly neat as on any or
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