Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-11-21

DENTLEY GRANGE was pretty ID place at all times of the year. but loyeliest or all when the reapers were at work in the harvest fields and the yellow light of the October sun turned the woodland paths te enchanted aisIes \ icng. low structure of warmlY-tinted red brick with mallioned windows, vel Yet-smooth sweeps of lawn and box bor= ders, which stood up like walls of solid emerald on each side of the path, it had a savor of the antique about il. which one seldom sees in an Ameraan house.
 And old Brande Bentley, walking mp and down in the mellow sunshine, be tween the walls of blaclt=green box. with his eyes bent on the ground, and his hands clasped behind his back. corFe- kponded well with the Grange
 Suddenly cheerful feotstep fang an the stone tefraee steps -the sound of ! clear. hute-iike whistle rose above the click of the distant moving machine. and Harry Wade, the old mans nephew, stood like an incarnation of yo0th and sunshine before him.
 Uncle, he cried, merfYlV, ''YauVe got the prettiest place in the world here.
 Mr. Bentley took out his big, old fash soned silver wateh.
 Two o'clock, said he, and ibe bank don't close until four Hunph! Ii ap- pears to me, young man, that you don't stick very close to business ho0rsi
 Like a iimpet, unele,1 said Harry, @and just for to-day Win Garyl has come to act as substitute, for l realty wanted to see you, uncle
 'Humphl" again commented Mr Bentley. You're very fond of me-iust of latel"
 I'm always fond of you. Uncle Brande," said Harry, grayely, "but I've something to tell you"
 Some scrape you've got into," said MT Bentley.
 Nothing of the sort, sir!"
 Want to borrow money perhaps!.
 Upon my word, mol"
 You've fallen in love with some girl. then"
 "You,are right this time, uncle, sand Harry, laughing and eoloring, and, of course, l have come directly to you to tell you of my good fortune. h is little Bessie Birdl"
 "A milliner's apprentice! snarled the old bachelor.
 If she chooses to help her mother along by trimming hats in her aun1's millinery rooms, 1 see nothing deroga- tory in that, said Harry, valiantly.
 "A mere child of IT"
 "But 1 don't want an old lady of 49!',
 "Humphl" growled Mr Bentley. "What do either of you know of fGfe?s
 Not much, to be sure, uncle, as yet, admitted tile young lover, "but We think We can easily learn-together.
 And where do you think the napkins and tableeloths and bread and butter and rent and water taxes are to come from2n sardonically inquired Brande Bentley"
 T have my salary, Uncle Brande. said Harry, and Bessie has been edu- eated to be very economical.
 "Ill have nothing to say to such non- sense, said Mir Bentley
 But, Uncle Brande, all we svantis..
 Nothing, l say-absolutely noth- ing!" thundered the old man. It's folly -trash-sentiment tomfoolery, Il you want my opinion, there it is! Time enough for you to think of mat rimony when you are 30. There ought to be law to prevent young people making fools of themselves"
 And Brande Bentley turned on his heel and strode back into the house.
 So that Harry had no very inspiriting news for Bessie Bird when he met her. as usual. on the corner of Broadway. 10 walk home with her through the pleas ant autumn twilight.
 Was he very cross ?' said Bessie, who was a white-llitteny sort of a girl, with fluffy yellow hair, dimples in her cheeks. and eyes the exact color of the flowing blue" china on our grandmothers' shelves.
 As savage as Bluebeard."
 Did he seold dreadfully ?" asked Bes- sic.