Arizona republican., 1898-12-19
Six s
 Sister.
BY BERNARD BIGSBY.
Continued From Yesterday.)

sound of wheels and the creaking Of. Un-
 creased axles, and he secs Mir. James
 DolIaal of Havana make his appear
 ancc behind his two shaggy ponies and
 drive straight to the garlen-gate of the
 widows cottage.
 The woodcn-faced farmer is not kept
 lcng waiting. There is a hum of femi- nine voices, the door opens, and Wanda | Arlington comes forth. looking in her
 white muslin dress and broad straw hat ! so fresh and pretty that even old Bla- i don's eyes soften with honest adraira- i ton. She is accompanied by Mrs. Eve i sham and Kate, the former not looking
 much older than vllcn we saw her if
 teen years ago; the latter developed into 2 handso-2c young woman of four
 twcnty-indeed, hers is a beauty you do not meet with every day.
 Though in all respects she is contrast
 to the girl around whose waist her arm
 is cncircled, you cannot but cOnfe1- hat
 shc has as great reason to be con-
 sidered Q perfect type of hcr peculiar style as Wanda Arlington herself. The
 one, the violet; the other, the rose.
 Inc one, soft, sweet, modest, radiant,
 like a delicate flower with q Gleam of
 sunshine on it; the other, dark, vigor-
 ous, Juno-lilze, as the rainbow-hued
 plant nrrtrrod by the passion breathing
 sun of the tropics.
 Wanda kisses the dear ones good-by
 and steps lightly into tho seat beside
 Farmer DOl1nan, who, like most coun-
 try yOlzels, is subducd into silence in the presence of ladies. He can scarce find words to refuse Mrs. Evesham's offer of refreshmcnt. Then, amid much waving of handkcrchiefs and
 many last expressions of affection on the part of the women folk, the chari0teer rasps the horses mouths with q vicious jerk of the rein, utters q long-drawn-out Git a-u-pr' and the cquipagc moves away.
 Not until it is quite out of sight, and the widows door has been closed does William Bladon stir-thcn taking one last look up the silent street, he knocks the ashes from his pipe and turns his steps towards a rustic seat under an apple tree in the orchard, Euttering with intense satisfaction: Thank our lucky stars, that little baggage be off at lasti''
 In this pleasant retirement, with nothing to disturb him but the wild note of the blackbird or the merry chirp of the sparrow, he sits for long time lost in silent meditation.
 Then, a sudden thought seems to ! strike him. He deliberately takes off his waistcoat and sets to work with his | knife to pick out some stitches, which | had bound an inner pocket of the gar ment. This accomplished. he draws | forth large leather wallet from which | he extracts 9 number of papers careful ly folded, some of them in sealed en- veIopes. At last he finds what he is looking for, . photograph. On this he his attention, gazing at it for 2 long time with fixed eagerness. It is the portrait of young and beauti- ful woman, and more and more puzzled is the expression on the old mans face as his eyes rest on the perfect features.
 Strange how like she be!'' he nut tcrs to himself ''The very image of her ladyship, as she stood that awesome day on the lawn of the old hall, vhcn-''
 The tap of a cane on the stoop close by reused him from his cogitations.
 The old man started at the interrup- tion
 Heart alive! It is the young master limself,'' he gasped, as he hurriedly 5hrust photograph and papers back into lis pocket.
 ''Bladon! Bladon! Where are you?'' . ieOrgc Arundel cried impaticntly.
 .'Hcrc be, Master George, under the .pple trcc,' the old nan replied, run 7 ling forward to lead him to the seat. I could na' find in my heart to call hoe. thou vert sleepin' so calm and luiet ilc.''
 Then I am too late Oh. Bladon, do lot say that she is gone and I not up : O bid her Godspced.'' I
 ''I am afeared she have, Master ieorgc," BIadon replied, humbly; sadly afeared she have for she started ' an hour agone.''
 Yet my orders to be called were ositivc, Arundel said, fcrcely. You rcs-l-1c too much on your position to ct ct naus3llt my wishes. I tell you, 3ladon, I will not be treated like NJ hild.''
 An wunnot rouse thee ont of ound sleep, when thou hast lost half g he night tossin' an 1naulin' in thy ed" Bl2don asserted, sturdiIy. . Perhaps from long experience George J .rundcl knew that it was useless to rguc with his faithful servant; per Gps he was too chagrincd to trust him. If to speak; anyhow, he sat for lany minutes in sullen silence, Bladon r le meanwhile lighting his pipe and ilinly awaiting the result of the young lan's cogitatiOns. But he waited in ain; his companion had not q word to ly- Now, if Arundel had rOundly bused him he would have taken the ,olding with indifference, but to sec i'm sit there in sullcn breeding . ,uched the old mans heart, for he wed George as his own son. His lc,icty at last broke forth in a petulant D ail.
 Master George Mastqr. George, I lice this wunnot do, worritTn' the = esh off thy bones over q pretty face Il