Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1897-02-13

been anything but rude and naughty ~
you!" I seized his hand and laid my
cheek on II.
kiss me. them" he answered. smiling.
ito show that we are quite friends now.
I held up my mouth 10 his. He took my
face between his two hands. and gazc'
at me long and steadily. He was about
to say something. but stopped suddenly.
kissed me gravcly on the forehead "nd
lips and released me. Without a wOrl
I slipped my flowers into his hand AMI
fed from the room, half-blinded by my
tears.
CHAPTER VII.
II il n warm October day. I have been
for long walk. and am returning by
way Of lInnlcy covers. I am a COOL
walker. and delight In rapid motion. 40 !
think nothing Of the eight miles ] have
ttavcrscd. However. the autumn sun-
shine Il hot. and I nm but mortal after
all: 40. Us I leave the wood. | clanihci
up the steep stilc and sit me down there.
on. | am thinking Of nothing In par.
ticular as I take off my hat and SHAKE
back my hair-only Of the JOY and sweet
ness Of living on such n day rs this: nut
something brings suddenly back to my
mind with vividncss the events Uf sevc"
years ago. II Is never out of my thoughts
for many days together. hut II seldom
returns with such force as II does to. lay
II Il the dark background to my othcr.
wise happy. uncvcntfu, lifc--this sccrc'
which lies between mother and me. aud "f
which sweet mother does not even sns-
poet the existence.
q. WIs.,.s
! had been there u few weeks I began 4"
understand what my grandmother meant
about my morbid tendcncics--l was cor.
tainly different from other girls. Al
| first my efforts at self.conVucst were all
made with one objcci---,hat Of showing
myself improved to Mr. burnside when
I next saw him. could no, realize ,hci
my sentence of exile was inal--thnt
was never TO SEQ any of my relations
| again; hut rs time rolled on I begin 4,
know that this was the ease. Twice u
year my granddaughter wrote 20 mothcr. In
closing n check for my school expenses;
frequently this letter came from ab,oaL.
Mr.. Burnsidc's health. she wrote. nal
been greatly impaircd: and IN c"Ise-
lucncc they winicrcd In France u. the
Riviera. All! ! knew what had caused
that ill-hcnlth.
One day about three years. nfler my
nnlucky visit TO the South. ] saw tie fol.
lowing announcement IN tho pn,"r:
ION the 18th instant. at ~. Michncl's.
Burnside. by the Reverend JOl,h Smith.
NJ. A.. vicar. Sir George I.nscellcs Her.
vcy. Bart. Of CoOmhe llcrvey. to Alicia.
only daughter Of J. Lyndon. Esq. OF the
Brooklands. Burnside"
~ n 4
not to Uncle Remy! ] recalled my feel
ings nt the time--my alteration Of Miss
Lyndon. my pity and sympathy for the
two lovers. And now Il nat al ended In
this! The cause for which I lad struck
TINT awful blow was frustrated by Miss
I.yndon's own deliberate act. I began IL
realize Ia" the first tim" tn" practical
Specification of the old prov"b. "Scver
do evil that good may come"
Now the second volume Of my lie II
closed and done with. Tho next step Is
to find work. My grandmother writes
to say that she would make NJ" an al
lOwancc every year. to enable me IN live
ut home with mother; hut both Of us
mother aud l-agrcc that It IL better !
should work. No ! have written inyself
TO say that ! intend to earn my own liv.
tuk--tO YET u SituUtiuu us sVNcTuesH.
] sit with my arm round the smooth
bark Of birch tree. my foot swinging,
my hat on, my lap full of peoples. Sud,
denly u sound breaks on the stiffness
the exciting sound of pack Of hounds IN
full cry. Close to INC II crooked little
old crabtree: its branches fork delight
fully. In an instant ! am up in the fork
sitting suprcmely happy and secure. IL
81, "a, 4.
through u gnp.
Some ladies' are In the field; them
watch with u special panH or envy. Over
they 70, how light. how graceful! On
they sweep. away down the field. the
hounds still giving tongue. Here come
one or two stragglers; they also leap and
follow; one turns back; md here. riding
IN a great hurry. comes an old gentleman
In pink. who takes the hedge ut diff
R1ult place. feel sure the horse viii
never do II; half rise In my seat as they
take the leap. No! There Is a splash,
q founder, and In another instant tn,
horse IL flying down the field. and biz
rider IL struggling In the muddy water
! heartily pity him as come scramblins
down my crab-tree and advance tOwarf
him. lie IL sitting ON the grass rs
come up. a hale old man. with gray hsi,
and handsome face.
Halo! Where do you come from =
Is his greeting.
~ come from the wood. ! saw you
horse come to grief, and thought ~
come and see II l could help you"
"Oh. did you!" he returns, looking ~,
up and down. Catch my horse for no
then"
"unluckily. not being a young lady I,
a novel, can't" ! reply.
Upon my word!" says the old gentle
man. ''you're nice young person."
u am n very stupid one to be talkin;
nonsense when you are wet through"
answer II came to toll yOu that tn,
, nearest cottage IL just behind that cluml
, of spruce frs. You can't see It because
of the trees. but It's quite close; and
know they would let you dry your things.
"You're most kind" he answers, still
, staring ut me with his hard, gray eyes
, but that COMPOUNDED mare has wrenche,
, my ankle for me. so | can't get there"
I'm very sorry," answer. "Couldn'
, you lean on me! l'm-Im u good dea
/ stronger than ! look"
"'rhanks: hut you don't know what I
4, wOull hp IN have sixtepn stone langin,