The Robesonian., 1897-11-03

/ pay " u W N0ilII, WHOSE sIIt u
sense and keenness scaros and
awes them. =
cit is very kind in you to como
SO soon, Ellen. Lee is out in tho,
park, somewhere he said, har-'
riodly. "Shs is not as well as 4e
should like to see her-too pale,
and haggard. But that's natural,
suppose. We have a few friends
with us, already, the Cedsr-Lodge
Marshalls, and the Volneys, and
all of cousin Betty's folks, and
the Professor. Pyrus, where is
Miss L5e? Oh, | forgot SEQ is
walking with Professor Sarti1.
She's not as strong, Ellen, az l
could wish. She feels the need of
her mother now, as never before, I
fthink. - All this was poured
forth, eagerly and incoherently,
as the old gentleman marched up
the long hall, with Ellen, pulling
his long, white whiskers.
Ellen Wynn knew, as plainly as
if he had put it into words, that
there was something to conceal, ,
something which he did not HIM
self understand. "Poor old cous-
in Rupert" che thought, with an
amused smile. II must find it
out"
II will cnango my dress, and
find Lee,' she said, aloud, how
ever. ''Do not send for her.
know my room. Maumee Sue
will take me to it,
Hslf-a-dozen servants escorted
her to her chamber. "Miss Nell
ly,' with her hearty good humor,
and sharp authority, was dearer
to them than their own gentle, ir-
resolute mistress.
Mrs. Betty Page, from Ken
lucky, hurried to welcome Ellen,
as soon as she heard Of her arri-
vsl, and to pour out the news.
/ "Go on with your hair, my
dear. and TIL sit here, by the win
dow" she said. "You've seon
cousin Rupert? He is in hia els
ment. You know he always did
rejoice in q turmoil, and a house
, full to bursting So fond as he Ii
Of Stephen, too. Tho dear ole
man would be perfectly happy,
think, if only he could know thai
Fred was alive
"He has not heard of Fred, fo,
a year, said Ellen, sharply
, "Not since hs started to India
Why does he choose this eapecia
time to worry about him?
: should waste very little anxiety OF
such q feather-headed follow, 8
t any season, l am sure"
"You never were father, m
= dear. An only son, too. An;
: Fred never had any fault, excep
1 a drop Of vagabond blood. It
= quito natural, that his fathe
should wish for him, at this criei
r in the family affairs.''
Il suppose SO. But Fred al
: ways sesmed such cipher to me
/, that I cannot understand anyb bod
= wasting affection, or emotion, O.
8 him. The Cedar-Lodge people ar
! here?"
0 "Yes. But tho house will nc
j. really fill, until next week. A.
d that are here now, are of our ow
y family, except Professor Sarth.
A singular hesitation, and q ful
d tive glance at herself, did not eI
n cape Ellen.
II "Who is Professor Sarth?' ST
d said, carelessly, thrusting 8 gol
>. bodkin, through the soft, da1
is puffs of her hair.
h "IIc is q friend of Lees. 81
n met him in Lynchburg, tN
X months ago. He followed h
q. home, and cousin Rupert invite
10 him to stay for the wedding"
CO "Ah! What q trouble such
''s mass of hair is. If it only we
it curly. This friend of Lee She
i'd very pleasant, of course? VIII
&c family does he belong to?''
"Oh, gracious knows. if he ev
he had 81 family. He might be NJ
I chisedek, from the mystery the
or is about hinl-without father,
We mother, OF descent. Very learne
and very silent, and with no bree
ing at al to speak Of A tn:
i'll colorless, pale-eyed creature. F
2" eyes have that dreadful death
life glare, which have seen il
at fish.
,ut Ellen laughed. "Not much f,
ag- of his fascinating any of "
Ter girls, cousin Betty"
it "No. Not my girls" s
he coughed, uneaslly, and arran.