Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1897-02-06
CHAPTER ",

took lunch Of wbcrrics and cake In
q little basket, and went of together. We
came TO a stop Mt length In delicious
meadow which. like all Dcvonshirc mead.
ows, lay ON the slope of hill. Uncle
Reney appeared to be In a drowsy and
contcmplative state of mind. lie lay
full length on the warm, fragrant hay.
and allowed me TO pile II up behind his
head to keep off the sun. This done. !
crcpt TO his side and lay down with my
head on his arm.
"What IRE you thinking about Just now
this very minutcy" l demanded.
FL? Oh, nothing that would interest
you, child. I say. Olga, did you notice
Miss Lyndon, the young lady We met
yesterday
"Why. yes. Of course"
"Didn't you think her very prcttyT
81 think she's the prctticst person l
ever saw. and the incest. too. Arc you
going to marry Miss Lyndon, Uncle Rc!'
He started.
81 don't know, child. No one can say
beforehand what he or she will do. IL
only were free"
"Arc you not free? You arc grown
up." said. wondering. On this he burs.
forth with bitterness.
"Frce? am chained like n captive!
I wear n CALLING yoke! Almost us I raise
my arms'-suiting the action to the
word-"1 expect to hear my chains rat
tie! cannot do as I like half SO muck
as you can, child Olga! No: may you
never know the bitterness of being bound
as I am--eating anothcr's bread, and OK.
pcctcd In return TO do as nm told. and
look pleasant! 1t is acknowledgements
Gus slavery"
l was fairly puzzled. I had certainly
never before noticed any signs of the
bondage of which he spoke. lie seemed
ns unshackled rs the June. hny.sccnted
breeze which cooled our forchcads.
"Ycs." he resumed. II am like the mis-
cradle French nation when Marat grippcl
her by the throat! I lie unable to help
myself, yet all the time Obliged 10 gasp
out 'vivc Ia Llbertc!' oh. where IL the
Charlotte Corday who will rid me Of thu
tyrnntT
Tho allusion to Charlotte Coriay was
the only thing In this sentence which
caught my attention. l reminded my
uncle that he had promised mo the his.
tory of this heroine. who, he Ind told me,
was one of my French ancestors. His
eye liz up.
II feel exactly now In the mood for
telling IT," he said. $50 listen to mo
well. you little descendant Of the noblcst
dr ,ghtcr Of France"
So his emphatic. niciodiOus. voluble
French voice related the accOunt Of Ma.
rats assassination. and. us he called 1t.
the martyrdom of his mur,lcrcss. ! lay
cntranccd. deep among the hay-burictl
In It almost-so that all l could SEQ was
the blue. deep sky, with occasionally the
flight of n bright bird across 1t. Uncle
llcmy began to sing the "Alarscillaisc. -
How lie could sing! Tho martial words
rang across the quiet English bayfield,
with quantity homogeneous effect.
The next few days passed quietly. We
did not again meet Miss Lyndon. al.
though am sure. now | look back upon
IL. that Uncle Rcmy purposcly bent his
steps to the places whore Wa were most
likely 10 meet her. To mo the days
seemed to roll by on lenhcn wings--thc
slow days which stood between mo an,l
that gnrdcn.par'y.
was awake by q on the cycntful morn.
Ing. and when the withdrawal of my
window curtains showed me a cloudlcss
sky, | could have cried with Joy. The
carriage came round at o'clock-tht
large open carriage and pair which was
only used on state occasions. What cX-
element and what with the awe of hav.
lug Mr. Burnside's formidable beard op.
posita me. I never uttered syllable dur.
ing the whole drive. ! know my hear;
was beating MS the carriage shot past tho
old gateway leading to the Brooklands
and | squeezed Uncle Res hand.
What fairy sight met my gaze whc!
we n!ighted. Tho broad terrace lawn,
were gay with ladies' nt,ircd In every
delicate hue OF pale blue. coral. amber
;crra.cot,a. and cream. Tennis wa.
going on IN three separate courts, aud
tho proceedings were enlivencd by tho
strains Of band playing u soft. Gcrman
sounding waltz.
cannot here describe tho delights OF
that afternoons: how We swung, playe,
tennis. r-,nsacked the fruit garden. an,
constantly repaired to tho marquee o.,
tho lawn for ices. ! now and then caugh,
a glimpse Of Uncle liemy. now and Their
of grandmother, who was sitting under
the trees. and now and then OF the squire
walking and talking. or, once or twice
standing still and blank, Us II lost In uii
pleasant thought.
At last the wonderful. beautiful dag
came to an end. Miss Lyndon's nieccs
Hugh and Chrissic. and had finished oul
game of tennis, and were reclining on II
'garhcn-scar, while ] RECALLED the Others
with Il tale about knight and naiad
which was one of the many that Uncl'
Re used to tell me. Suddenly a quick
firm step crunched on the gravel, and
looking up. beheld Mr.. Burnside.
Child, we have been looking for yoI
everywhere: be quick, the carriage l.
waiting" he said. In voice whicl
sounded irritated and harsh.
Uncle Re never spoke to me like that
nor called me ''chld" In that way, rs II
had been doing something naughty.
made my adieus. aud followed him reluc
family. He walked on, his thoughts mile
away from the little girl who trotted DO
side him-hOw amazed he would hav,
been could he have known of the angry
rcsentfu feelings then working In he
mind. Uncle Re stood mt the carriag,
door. his lips set. his face defiant. Mis-
Lyndon could not see.
was very tired indeed. The even tro
of the horses hoofs was soothin. an,
sleepy. ] leaned my head on Uncle Re-
shoulder, and he passed his arm roun,
me. ! shut my heavy eyes, and onl!
half reused to consciousness as my I'M
Gle lifted me out Of the carriage, and tn
tamplight flashed In the hall at Burn
side.
"Remy, ! should like to speak to 20,
at once In the library" heard tho squire
say.
"With all my heart" answered Remy