The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-09-19

II down to the resolution" And for
three days she goes out boating with
him, always with the same self-con-
tanned, cold, Indifferent air, speaking
to him as little as possible, and giving
him to understand silently that, though
she acknowledges the cousinship be-
tween them, he himself Is of no account
at all. And Lansdale. who had begun
by being amused, has grown curious,
and perhaps a little resentful.
Today. Thursday and the fourth of
their acquaintance, has opened with
warm, faint. driving mist. that lies like
q soft cloud on the brows of Hungry
Hill and the Sugarloaf, wrapping
them in a garment of purple haze 1t Is
not sufficiently wet, however, to keep
anv one at home. and in the morning
Lillian had acceded to Lansdale's re-
quest that they should take another
look at Cromwells Bridge, and had
from that wandered on into the lovely
woods almost within reach Of Lord
Bantry's shooting lodge. They had OF
course seen it all before, and 1t was
like farewell visit, as, of course, to-
morrow will be their last day-Aunt
Bessie having decided on returning
home on Saturday. Always somewhat
taciturn when with him, Lillian had
been singularly so this morning, and it
Is Will d SDTl Vi uOSStu
that Lansdale asks her at the hotel
door on their return If she is too tired
to go out for a row. A good deal to his
establishment, she acquiesces at once.
and Godfrey, having secured very
satisfactory luncheon made up In a
dainty basket, they start But here as
on land Lilian's reserve continues.
why the deuce does she come II
she can't stand me?" says Lansdale to
himself. with pardonable irritation,
and, falling into her mood he, too, re-
frains from speech, until the sound of
the oars and the musical dashing of
the water against the sides Of the many
islands by which they go, is all that
breaks their silence.
They land at Garnish Island, and go
up to see the Martello tower an old
man with the keys following them.
And perhaps 1t adds to Lansdale's sense
of injustice that Lillian talks gayly to
this old ancient, laughing her soft.
musical laugh. and going into ectasies
with him. over the magnificent view
below. She had hitherto seemed un-
sympathetic to .Lansdale, who has
fallen in love with Glengariff, but now
he knows how full and deep Is her ap-
probation OF 1t. And, indeed. the liv-
ing picture that lies before them could
hardly be surpassed-the soft. clear
nay, WIN us Dlue waters ripping
round Its many islets, the lovely woods
growing to the waters edge. the grand
old mountains. severe, mysterious. clad
with their purple heather, and the
glimpse of Glengariff castle amidst
the foliage. Everything seems so old,
SO still. that 1t seems relief when.
from little rock crowded with sleepy
gulls that have seemed for the last five
minutes part Of 1t, the grey birds sud-
denly rise as II with one consent, and
float away like fairy visions across the
dark bosom of the water.
"Shall we row once more to Proudly
river?" says Lansdale, when they are
again In the boat.
"Yes. 1t Is very pretty there" says
Lillian, with enthusiasm.
'Better have some luncheon on our
way"
II think should like something to
eat" says Lillian, absently. Godfrey
could have shaken her.
('.Look here,'' says he. presently lay
ing down his oars. They have finished
luncheon and Lillian is amusing herself
throwing the scraps to the big white
swan. who always follows them in
their excursions, with view no doubt
to luncheon on his own part Lets
have Il out"