The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-09-16
CHAPTER ".

1T is really you?" cries he, with unaf-
fected delight. coloring warmly.
1T is you, too" replies she, ret1ectively,
and as though it is a little unfair to
throw all the personalities at her.
80 it is" says he, smiling gayly. "Iou
wanted me? l hope you had not to call
often:"
Very often" smiling, too, and jumping
down off her pedestal. Il thought
should never make you hear. Do you
know the road to Greycourt? l don't
Il do. 1t is a tedious way, and COM
piicated. But if you will permit me to go
with you and show it to you, Miss Dy-
sart?"
ooh, no. No, indeed 1t is giving you
quite too much trouble, and how do you
know my name?' asks she, with a shy
glance at him from under her long lashes.
Il asked somebody in the village" con-
fesses he, honestly, land he told me you
were Mr. Dysart's niece You don't mind
that, do yOu?'
mo. |, too. heard of you," she says,
but then | didn't take for granted every
thing that was told me-"
What did you hear of me?"
THAT you were 4 young man down
from Lunnon town, an as full o tricks as
n eggs full o mate" replies she, de-
murely, evidently quoting somebody, and
with a glance so full o tricks on her
own account that he laughs in spite of
himself.
We'll" says he. I'm not from Lun-
non town. certainly, and l hope I'm not
a greater wretch than my fellows. AS to
my tricks | don't believe Eve one"
IF not from London, from where?"
Rather close to you. My sister lives
Just over the border of this county, a
matter of twenty miles or so; and | spend
most of my time with her"
1t was very good thing for my sister
and me that you came fishing" says Girl
selda; cor l suppose we should both be
now either dead or dying" Here she
looks round her. Have we very much
further to go!"
About q mile
Il wish it was less nervously. Il am
afraid Vera will be frightened at my long
absence, and-and that my uncle will be
angry
Perhaps he won't hear of It." says Mr..
Peyton, hopefully. Grselda shakes her
head
'.He looks just like a person who would
hear everything she says.
I've heard good deal about him off
and on. People will talk, you know, and
he's eccentric, isn't he?'
If YOU mean weak in mind you were
never further out in your life" says Girl
seIda, moprnfully. He is all mind. in
my opinion. There isn't weak spot in
him. BY the by, have you ever been to
Greycourt!
NO. I've often thought l should like
10 60 on some Wednesday or other"
Some Wednesday! What Wednesday :
And why Wednesday? Griselda is dis
tinctly puzzled, but hardly likes to ask a
question on the subject.
.Irs a quaint old house." she saws.
land might be lovely, l think, if the trees
were cut away and some sunlight let into
il, aud-a little furniture. It's empty,
positively empty.
Surely you forget the galleries?" says
he, is it indeed possible that you dc
not know that those pictures of your an.
cestors are absolutely priceless? Pure
I,elys and Knellers, Gainsboroughs and
REYNOLDS Why, those galleries at Grey.
court, I've often heard my father say, are
about the finest in England. Your uncle
is good enough to open them to the pub.
lie every first Wednesday in the month
at the very trifling charge of half q
| crown
Why cries Griselda, flushing so hot
color that the tears grow within her
| eyes ''Oh. you can't mean that"
| We'll, why not?' says the young man
| boldly, preparing with stout courage
| to defend vile cause. 1T is to improve
| the tastes of the multitude that he does
| it. of course. And if he chooses to repay
| himself for the wear and tear of his car
pets, who shall say he has not common
! sense on his side!
| At this moment the chimneys Of Grey
4, court shone through the interstices of the
| trees on her left, and. with the knowl
| edge that she had gained her home
| comes. too, the sound of running water
| and the thought that all through her re
| turn walk through the leafy woods tha
music had rushed as q chorus to bel
| words
| All, now | know cries she, stoppins
| abruptly, and looking full at her com
| panion. who grows somewhat guilty il
/ appearance That noise of running wat
| er,-that is the river that flows beneath
| Greycourt. Ii l had only followed it
| need not have given you all this trouble.
1t is no trouble" says he, plainly.
| She holds out 10 him her hand. Good
| by" she says, gently.
oh. not good-by, l hope returns he
| auxiousiy. taking the slim little hand anC
| holding il as warmly as he dares, per
| haps more closely than he is quite aware
Il shall see you AGAIN.
| "Oh. no. No. indeed" softly. ''Yol
must not think that. Uncle Gregory doe:
| not permit us 10 know our neighbors."
| He lifts his hat and Griselda. givin.
/ him a rather solemn little salute, turn.
| away from him. \ second later, however
| She finds him again beside her.
/ "lt-lhere is all the appearance of com
| Ing rain in the sky" he says, gravely
| Don't yen think so? | fear we shall
! have perfect storm before long
| thought Ia tel! you. so that you nigh
! get as much good out of these woods a:
| possible before-the deluge. This week
| now, might be fine, but | should not an
| swer for the next: and. indeed, if you vii
| permit me 10 advise you. | should recon-
mend you TO take 5 walk tomorrow. Wht