The Yale expositor., 1895-10-25

cricket professional, but IL is not n very
dignifed position. Not that care
straw about dignity. you know, but
should not like to hurt the old ladys
feelings"
your aunt's?"
Eyes, my aunt's. My parents were
killed in the mutiny, you know, when
1 was a baby, and she has looked after
me ever since. She has been very good
TO me- I'm sorry to leave her."
but why should you leave her."
Theynhad reached the garden gate, and
the girl leaned her racket upon the top
of it, looking UP with grave interest at
her big. white-hanneled companion.
IT'S Browning" said he.
what"
"Bon't tell my aunt that I said IT.
he sank his voice to Whisper hate
Browning"
Clara Walker rippled off into such a
merry peal of laughter that he forgot
the evil things which he had suffered
from the poet, and burst out Laughing
too.
II can't make him out" said he. Il
try, but he - one too many. No doubt
1t is very stupid of me; don't deny IT,
But as long as 1 cannot there is no use
pretending that / can. And then, OF
course, she feels hurt, for she is very
fond of him, and likes to read him
aloud in the evenings. She is reading
piece now, 'Pippa Passes and l assure
you. Miss Walker. that l don't even
know what the title means. You must
think me a dreadful fool"
But surely he is not so incompre-
hensible as all that?" she said, as an
attempt at encouragement.
He is very bad. There are some
things, yon know. which are fine. That
ride of the three Dutchmen, and Herve
Riel and others. they are all right But
there was a piece we read last week.
The first line stumped my aunt and II
takes a good deal to do that, for she
rides very straight. 'Setebos and Sete-
hos and Setebos.' That was the line.
1T sounds like charm"
mo, ii is a gentleman's name Three
gentlemen, 1 thought, at first, but my
aunt says one. Then he gQeS on, 'Thlnk-
eth he dwelleth in the light or the
moon. 1t was very trying piece
Clara Walker laughed again
you must not think Of leaving your
aunt" she said. Think how lonely she
would be without you"
But YOU must remember that my aunt
eis'to all intepts hardly middle-aged' ana
a very eligible person. I'don't think that
her dislike TO mankind extends to in
diyiduals. She might form new ties, and
then l should be a third. wheel in the
coach. 1t was all very we'll as long as
was only a boy, when her first husband
was alive"
'But. good gracious, you don't mean
that Mrs. Westmacott is going to marry
AGAIN." gasped Clara.
The young man glanced down at her
with a question in his eyes. "Oh, II is
only a remote possibility. you know"
said he. Still of course, 1t might hap
pen. and 1 should like to know what 1
ought TO turn my hand to"
IT wish / could help YOU" said clara.
But l really know very little about
such things. However, 1 could talk TO
nv father, who knows a very great
deal Of the world"
'I wish you would. should be so glad
If you would"
"Then I certainly will. And now I
must say good night, Mr.. Westmacott,
for papa will be wondering where
am"
"Good night, Miss Walker" He
pulled off his flannel cap. and stalked
away through the gathering darkness.
Clara had imagined that they had
been the last on the lawn, but, looking
hack from the steps which led up to the
French windows, she saw two dark
figures moving across toward the
house. AS they came nearer she could
distinguish that they were Harold Den
of their voices rose up to her ears, and
then the musical little childlike laugh
which she knew so we'll. IT am so de-
lighted" she heard her sister say. 80
pleased and proud. 1 had no idea of 1t.
Your words were such a surprise and a
Joy to me. oh, am so glad"
us that you, Ida?"
"Oh, there, is Clara. I must so In. Mr..
Denver Good night!''
There were a few whispered words,
a laugh from Ida, and Good night,
Miss Walker" out Of the darkness.
clara took her sisters hand, and they
nassed together through the long fold
inc window. The doctor had gone into
his study. and the dining-room was
emntv. A single small red lamp upon
tbe sideboard was reflected tenfold by
the Mate about IL and the mahogany
beneath IL, though It's single wick cast
hut a feeble light into the large, dimly
shadowed room. Ida danced off to the
big. central lamp, but Clara put her
hand upon her arm. IT rather Hike this
quiet light" said she. why should we
not have a chat?" She sat in the doc
tors large red plush chair, and her
sister cuddled down upon the footstool
at her feet. glanclng up at her elder
with a smile upon her lips and a mis-
chievous CLEAN in her eyes. There was
n shade of anxiety in Clara's face,
which cleared away as she gazed into
her sisters frank blue eyes.
Have you anything to tell me, dear?''
she asked.
Ida gave a little pout and shrug 70
her shoulder. 1.-The solicitor-general
then opened the case for the prosecu-
tion," said she. you are going to cross