New-York tribune., 1896-11-29

ike to see her if Sybil could do with her oio
friend for few days. ,.. %
the station on the following Tuesday. ana as NC
did so ne couldn't help remarkng the nu"oe'
of her boxes ,a,x,,o .x,edi-
"You might he going on besiesihs e~peN
ton Cis" he said.
perhaps l am was the reply. xs
But what earth can be in all those TRUNKS
and boxes? ,,, his
Ammunition. OF course. laugheu pa'" '
sister. , ,,o. nur
r,eJ departure Cyril had been up at scar
borough playing for I Zngari and had co,ne m
home to find the neghborhood very dull. 10
him it seemed that everybody was away. .ans a,,u
So too worse luck. seemed everybodys sistcio.
cyril dawdled about and wished his moomea .o,na
would not so unreasonably object 10 his so'"e
10 Scotland lob
ing one Of his informal visits and was toiu ''as
Sybil was engaged with visitor. one "a
came this morning for week. the maia sa,u;
Cecil remembered the others. and decioeu
not to stay until the concluding remark or tne
servant-"A Miss Aynshaw 1t Is. sir'-chahseu
his hastily formed decision. ..
Miss Aynshaw. He must see her. ne tnousm,: ,
for Millicents eulogy Is fresh In his memory
yet. And he saw her. ,o.
since that day Cyril has seen many places
terday is the recollection of his meeting Marsa
ret Aynshaw for the first time In ms iaI-o.i
halting places amid the wildness OF 49,
America or the barren plains Of South AFRICA.
he often fashioned the scene as he saw IL; the
room with Its furniture growing shabby. w!n WIN
it's general indefnable air OF homeilness' r, VIII
Svbil busy with her never-failing fancy WORK.
and the deepening sunlight falling through
the open window across the corner OF the roolI'.
These were but the background the frame
work The picture. to his mind. was the gri
sitting in the easy chair In the centre OF tne
room. No description Of her could ne give.
and that given by any other would be stransr.y .h
incomplete When all had been said about the
regular features, the soft. dark brown eyes. the
wonderful complexion. the living sunlit gold Oh
her hair. about the changing lights wn,rn .En
shone In those eyes. the strangely sweet snlis
which lit the face and about the prettiness OF
her dress and the dazzling effect OF the !ewes
which shone from fingers. neck ana halL
when all had been said could only ecno
the words OF Coventry Patmore's lover to MS
beloved
But. praising you. the fancy def
And 'es when ~ als rs" said i'd there's something left
And that's the thing meant to say
Sybil greeted her cousin with ''Well. cyril.
how are you? You are quite stranger. Ana
the Introduction over. Miss Aynshaw SAID;
Il am afraid can't agree with SybiI nave
heard much about You for years now MIR.
Daynton. that | can't look upon you as
stranger
And she evidently did not. She led the con-
versa ton and at first talked Of nothing but
his cricketing dongs. displaying knowledge
Of cricket history so far az it concerned the
achievements Of Cyril Daynton that was highly
lattcring 10 that individual
you know ! am quite Grace at single
wicket, Mr.. Daynton. Sybil says she won
no" said sybn: tennis Is the full extent Of
my athletic powers"
II hope YOU are not a champion at that. too.
Mr.. Daynton?" said Miss Aynshaw.
why" he asked.
Because | want 10 play with you. and
shouldn't care to II you were too good"
We'll Mr. Pyus can beat me hollow; ana l
believe we reckon form by him In this neigh
horhood"
Il shouldn't have thought he would play"
tt. only MIA SO he
THAT is his church we can see from here.
isn't H. Sybn?"
veg St Agnes. II IS dreadfully high now.
Madge" said Sybil
The ringing Of the bell will waken you each
morning at 30" cyril added
How very nice, like that. To begin each
day in that way seems the bes, thing to me-.
and no. 10 crowd all the church going ~ our
lives into sundays. | must go.
Miss Aynshaw seemed very much In earnest.
az In fact she war. and Cyril told himself that
all the logic on her side and that really he
ought to pay greater attention 10 religious OBJ
sorylnces On weekdays.
So on the following morning. MadRe
not at all surprised at seeing cyril at the little
church Of St Agnes. After coming out. they
talked for "A while Of serious commonplace
topics til Madee quite irrelevantly broke out:
"ph. how wish Lola wer" here
Lola" repeated Cyril Inquringly.
"ph. she's only my horse; said Miss Aynshaw.
you see the freshness Of the morning and the
springiness ~ the ground beneath my feet
mad" M long for my usual gallop"
let mo give YOU mount. Miss Aynshaw."
said cyrll eagerly My hunters doing
nothing 10y exercising one YOU Will do
service"
"oh. thank yoa go much II Will be quite
Ike home" And she gave him look for which
cyril Daynton would have given every hunter In
his stables
ON the next morning the church OF ST. Agnes
neither cyr nor Miss Aynshaw. They
wcr" carc"ring over the country at n pace
which Cyril. had h" not been intoxicated with
a strange new happiness would have deemed
I..rlrtt Nadn ..pt. .H.H, h. Wild h.aJ
gallpp and. as her pilot knew the country
and she could ride we'll what mattered?
Down IN" village street they came al a smart
trot. one little urchin In his hurry To get out
OF the way ~ the horses stumbled and fell. He
quit" cl.ai of tn" horses feet. but he cut
his forehead rather badly and set up lusty
roar In second. Madge had alighted raised
the lltl" fellow. and was s,anching the flow
Of blood with her handkerchief and soothing
him into the house pointed out as his home
Cyril was following til "A WHISPERED Come for
me In quarter OF an hour turned him
away TO think 10 himself how noble a nature
belonged 10 this girl with her youthful en-
tnusiasm. her reckless courage her prompt
ness 20 give assistance. her true womanly tender
ness. He would not have been surprised had he
seen how she frightened up the cottage and how
happy the little fellow soon became. despite his
swollen forehead-and the happiness came not
altogether from the unaccustomed possession OF
pennies and white hapcnnies."
cyril was bit disappointed at finding Miss
Aynshaw rather quiet even petulant. during the
not likely To be ashamed Of a kind action. and II
seemed az though he had been wrong; he didl't
know how the action had recalled her real nature
to herself. and that Margaret Aynshaw was
wanting to go home-home to play single wicket
with Fred
Cyril made II convenient to spend nearly the
whole Of his time at his cousins place. and as
far Englands weather permitted the old pro-
gramme OF tennis boating and kindred entov-
mcnts carried out And every day Cyri
WAS venturng along path from the further end
of which there is no pleasant returning
ON tho nfth evening OF Miss Aynshaws visit
he stayed To dinner. and spent the remainder
Of the evening In the drawing room. Frank But
Ter. disappointed In his usual game OF billiards