The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1897-10-15
CHAPTER Nj

1t was nearly week since the arrival
of the visitors. and Stella had cnioyed
more liberty during that interval than
she had known since she became her lady
ships reader. She had only been called
upon to write Il few letters in the morn
ing, and to read to Lady Lashmar after
ten O'Clock in the evening. These nightly
readings generally lasted till the small
hours, but Stella did not mind that She
was not Il person who required much
sleep, and she was about in the dewy
park long before the castle breakfast time.
and sometimes spent an hour with Mr..
| Werner before breakfast.
| 1t WAS on one of these early visits that
| she was surprised by the entrance of Il
stranger, who came unannounced into the
cottage parlor while she was reading
Aeschylns to her tutor.
The visitor was no less n person than
Mr.. Nestorius. who had unearthed Ga
briel Werner the day after his arrival at
| the castle, and in whom the old man had
welcomed an honored pupil in the long
| ago days Of his university career. Yes,
| it was Mr.. Nestorius who stood in the
! doorway smiling to hear the rugged mu-
sic of Prometheus from those girlish lips.
$50 you are still at the old work, Yer
| nerH' he said, land with very promising
pupil. Will you present me?'
My dear, this is Mr.. Nestorius You
| have heard me talk about Mr.. Nestorius.'
Stella bowed. blushing deeply. 1t was
the first time that any one of Importance
| had ever been presented to her. She
closed her book. rose hastily and tool: up
| the neat little black straw hat which was
her invariable headgear.
81 hope / have not scared you away,'
said Nestorius.
NO. sir; it is time for me to so back to
the castle.''
"NonscI;se. child.' said Werner, ..you
told ME her ladyship would not want you
till eleven o'clock. Sit down and let me
tell Mr. Nestorius what 4 capital Grecian
YOU are
1T used to be Edgar in the old days.
demonstrated the statesman, putting
down his hat and seating himself at the
table, covered with books and manu-
scripts, loose sheets of that vast work
which was still in progress.
but in those days you were an under
graduate and l was Il don,'' answered
Gabriel Werner, shaking his gray head,
which was always just a little rrcmulous.
"and now YOU are Il great statesman and
am a nobody.
THE Interpreter of the Stagyrite must
always be renowned, said Nestorius, mis-
hand upon Il pile of manuscript ON the
old man S desk.
He had uDearthed his old tutor the day
after his arrival at Lashmar Castle. and
had spent gcod many odd half hours ut
the cottage. talking over Nerners hopes
and disappo;ntments. listening with heroic
patience to complaints against publishers
and the reading public, mild bewailings
| of fate. comforting, sustaining, as only hC
- ], l,o. bnI a :.
man. it may be that magnetism was but
another name for an intensely synpa
thetic nature.
Stella looked at him with wondering
earnest eyes, as he sat beside the ole
tutors desk. He was Il man for whom
life was on the wane. He had passed the
hoodtide OF life and fame, and strength
/ and beauty. After some brilliant sue
$ cesses. he had lived to hear himself called
: a failure; and he had retired from tn,
: political arena. ostensibly forever.
: $50 this is Stella, the young lady o
y whom L heard from poor Lashmar year
K ago. when she was a little child
: You knew Lord Lashmar, sir. my Lor,
Lashmar:" exclaimed Stella brcathless
i ly.
Il Yes; he and were friends though m
e original friendship was with her lady
e ships side Of the house. Poor Lashmn
j. interested me; he was a remarkable youn
e ! man."
+ HE WAS the best and noblest man tha
e ever lvnd,' said Stella.
d within your knowledge, yes. I ca
e understand and admire your grateful al
Y fection for him." answered Nestoriu
O gently. "It was at Harrogate INST hill
for the last time. You remcsnssf, aVel
IL ner. He was there with you one autumn.
d I'VE only stayed few days; the plac
did not suit him, and he was anxious 1
l. so back. to the CASTLE" said Werner.
Ii ''Yes, l rcncemberI and one of his re:
sons for that anxiety was the existenc
u of an adopted daughter, Il child of sever
t, about whom he talked to me-
l. .'He was too good to me- faltere
Stella.
II ''He has his reward, since you remen
= Lnr Kim VII tears >, said NeStoE;u;