Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-06-20

"Jove! What an OWLS nestr he exclaim-
ed, with a dissatisfied air.
What would you have?' his friend re-
piled; romantic old place; fine ruins,
surely?"
Zone doesn't sell ones soul for an owls
nest or heap of ruins
''Oh, as to that, souls are cheap enough
once in the market" the deeper voice re-
piled. Let's rest and be thankful he
added. dropping himself on garden seat
and stretching his legs comfortably In
front of him, with his hands in his pockets
Jolly old place. Carr. Very good speci-
men of feudal stronghold. Norman keep
well preserved. Carlen house on the hill
opposite. Perpendicular chapel yonder.'
nodding his head slightly to the right
where opposite the dwelling house, per-
feet and richly-traceried window in a roof
less chancel was partially revealed among
some beeches.
Rosalind had moved away; the bell
again sounded. She FASTENED to the gate
and let in a party of ladies, while Margery
said that she would go quietly into the cot
tage and put the kettle on for grannie' S
tea. in case she walked.
Dear old grannie is still asleep. I hops
no one will rouse her." she said, five min
utes later. on coming out of the cottage
and addressing Rosalind, who was answer
Ing questions and giving the dates and
builders of different parts of the castle fer
the benefit OF the inquisitive men visitors
The present owner is not de Carlen
think" the dark man asked, forgetting,
his cigarette.
No; an Ormonde: the male line has twice
been broken. Here lies the last de Carlen =
They were now in the ruined chapel
grass-grown and dotted with stone tombs
and broken effgies Of mailed knights.
Very good of the owner to show her
castle to the public Carr said. TT must
be bore to her, though. This Miss Or
monde probably courts popularity, eh?'
Miss Ormonde is not too poor to be pop
ular, was Rosalind's somewhat dark re-
ply.
Rustic irony" Carr murmured to Bran
liEd.
Remarkably plain"
And such temper!' added Margery
with vicious emphasis.
But young. surely young?' he protested
as If her age were personal injury to him.
Well; certainly not SO young as she was.
poor lady
Still she must be under fifty" added
Margery
'Ha, What did 1 tell you Brandon. A
frumpish. cross old maid. No one was ever
good enough to marry her, l SUPPOSE to
Rosalnd.
Those who ask heiresses seldom are
Carr laughed a joyous, boys laugh
W Use women are still found in these parts.
you see. Brandon he said, land witches
TOO, he added, with a side glance at Mar
gerry.
This little thirteenth-century window !.
much admired" Rosalind said, brusouely,
hitting some ivy that hung over it.
You are attached to the placer" asked
Brandon: have lived here long? You don +
tire of showing it?'
am attached to it-like a tree or a
serf-l never tire of showing it to people
who are interested she replied smiling.
AS for me. l am quite In love with the
place. Brandon sighed, with an intent but
respectful glance at the bright and intel
ligent face of the guide Il could be very
very happy in that little house, Carr"
My good Brandon. you could be happy
anywhere with pen and a pipe I'll be
bound you're Matching a sonnet this 700.
ment-savage because you can't rhyme
stone Any "
Would 1 could bone the whole of this
stone % 'i''
And the mistress"
Condone. There's the rub, YOU see.
Wen take the sea view and the tilt ward
Tor granted this broilng day. he added.
turning back to Brandon who was choos-