Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1897-11-25
CHAPTER NJ.

= Wu0 uedEIy u week since the ARRIVAL
OF the visitors, and Stella had enjoyed
more liberty during that interval than
she had known since she became her lady
ships. reader. She had only been called
upon to write a 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 a 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 a
stranger, who came ~unannounced into the
cottage parlor while she was reading
Aeschylns to her tutor.
The visitor was no less a person than
Mr.. N~estorius, 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
ner" he said, "and with a very promising
pupil. Will you present me?"
my dear, this is MI. 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 took up
the neat little black straw hat which was
her invariable headgear.
II hope I have not scared you away"
said Nestorius.
mo, sir; it is time for me to 60 back to
the CASTLE"
Nonsense, 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 a 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 o were an under
graduate and l was a don," answered
Gabriel Werner, shaking his gray head,
which was always just a little tremulous,
land now you are a great statesman and
l am a nobody"
1.-The Interpreter Of the Stagyrite must
always be renowned" said Nestorius, his
hand upon a pile Of manuscript on the
old mans desk.
He had unearthed his old tutor the day
after his arrival at Lashmar Castle, and
had spent Il good many odd half hours at
the cottage, talking over Verner's hopes
and disappointments, listening with heroic
patience to complaints against publishers
and the reading public, mild bewailings
of fate, comforting, sustaining, as only he
could. II he had been called a magnetic
man, it ma be that magnetism was but
another name for an intensely sympa-
thetic nature.
Stella looked at him with wondering,
earnest eyes, as he sat beside the old
tutors desk. He was a man for whom
life was on the Inc He had passed the
floodtide 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 the
political arena, ostensibly forever.
$50 this is Stella, the young lady of
whom I heard from poor Lashmar years
ago, when she was q little child"
"You knew Lord Lashmar, sir, my Lord
Lashmar": exclaimed Stella breathless.
~.
Eyes; he and l were friends. though my
original friendship was with her lady
ships side of the house. Poor Lashmal
interested me; he was a remarkable young
man."
HE was the best and noblest man that
ever lived" said Stella.
"Within your knowledge, yes. l car
understand and admire your grateful at
lection for him." answered Nestoriut
gently. 1T was at Harrogate / met him
for the last time. You remeEber, Yer
ner. KIe was there with you one autumn.'
I'VE only stayed q few days: the place
did not suit him, and he was anxious t.
so back to the CASTLE" said Werner.
Eyes, I renemberS and 0ne OF his rea
sons -, that anxiety was the existence
OF an adopted daughter, q child Of sever
about whom he talked TO me-"
HE was too good to me-" faltcret
Stella.
Vie has his reward, since ron remem
her hin with toars." raid Neotog3ua