Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-04-18
cause I rather expect my godmother,

cause / rather expect my gOdmother,
Lady Darlington"
"Oh, she is your godnother, is she?'
said Winton, settling himself in corner
of the sofa near his companion, who
resumed her needlwork. when did she
arr:ve?'
Son Saturday. She came earlier than
was expected, SO the squire was out rid
ing with me. I do not think she was
pleased"
Indeed! Are you fond of riding?"
Eyes, but should have enjoyed it more
but for the want of practice all the time
we were in Germany. The squire says
don't sit badly, and that he will make q
good horsewoman of me before the au-
tumn is over"
"Ha! Is he going to stay here, then ?"
81 suppose SO. hope so. He is very
nice and kind. I was quite surprised to
find him still so young. i used to think of
him as being as old as my father. l was
accustomed to see them together when T
was child. He must have been quite q
boy then"
'No, not quite. He is only year young
err than | am" returned Winton, gazing
dreamily with softened expression ut her
deft fingers and pretty pose.
'Is it possible?' cried Nora in frank
uncomplimentary surprise.
II suppose, then, you consider me a
sort of grandfather!' he said with q grim
smile.
mo, indeedv' lifting her eyes with a
sweet look of apology to his. "only you
are so much graver, and-and--more dig
nifed, that she paused
"a gracious translation of the first
terms which suggested themselves, I sus-
pect," said Winton, laughing good humor-
edly. ''Then l have been broiling for
years under an Indian SIN, in an up
country station, wnerc my days have
been occupied in dealing justice to a lot
of rufians, extracting taxes and hunting
big game. You cannot wonder that am
q little rusty and untitled to amble in u
lady's chamber"
"You amble very gently in ours"
''That is. do not absolutely smash the
china toys every time l walk across the
room! Do you know, l was half afraid
I should find you tyrannized over my old
friend, Helen Landell, but 1 do not be-
lieve you do, though I imagine there is a
dash of the tyrant in YOU
''But why?" asked Nora turning her
earnest eyes full on him. "What have l
DONE" her sentence was never finished,
for the door was dashed suddenly open,
Bea, followed by her mother, ran into the
room, and the pleasant tete-a-tete was
over.
ooh, Nora, poor Waldman was nearly
kiIled!' cried Bea. ''He could hardly get
away fast enough from the wagonette, it
was driving so fast to meet the train"
Mrs. L'Estrange was greeting Winton
while she spoke.
EYES," she said, "the Evesleigh guests
are gathering fast. Mrs. Ruthven arriv-
ed yesterday, and Lord Alfred Harcourt,
Captain Shirley and some other people,
arrive to-day"
"Shirleyv repeated Winton. els he
coming?''
do you know him?'' asked Nora.
"Not personally; but l have heard some
curious reports about him. He was in
Ruthven's regiment, and there was a
story about his having done something
queer about check or bill; but he paid
up, l believe, and then retired. l never
met him."
Il suppose gossip is as ill-natured in
india as elsewhere" said Mrs. LES
TRANCE.
Rather more so,'' returned Winton.
"Why, Nora. here are Lady Dorring
ton and Mr.. Marsden. and another lady
and gentleman" cried Beatrice; ''they are
coming from the bridge"
EYES," exclaimed Nora; ''they are
bringing Mrs. Ruthven and Lord Dorring-
ton; | will go and meet them;' and she
went into the hall.
''Well, dear, l have brought Mrs. Ruth
ven to see you," cried Lady Darlington,
kissing Morals brow.
"And l am delighted to see Mrs. Ruth
ven," said Nora, with gracious self-pos-
session, feeling on her own ground.
''You are very good" murmured the
lady, who was most deliberately got up
in country costume, fit for society play
at the Coincide Franchise, and was feel
ing dreadfully tired even after so short
a walk in her "I4ouis Quinze" shoes.
"Ah, how are you, my pretty maid?"
asked Lord Dorrington-a jovial, red-fac
ed country gentleman. "How do you
like living in the wilds after your foreign
training"
Exceedingly we'll; pray come in and sit
down. and she ushered them into the
pleasant drawing room, which had called
forth Wintons eulogy.
Go be contirued.)