The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-05-18

"Oh, yesl taxa it house rent 10 moi
very expensive here. At all events we
will look round at all the cottages and
see what kind Of places are going And
we must see first whether / can work
in tho dead stiffness of a country life
Somebody or other called it dead still
ness. didn't they' l once went down
into the country to do very special bit
Of work that l wanted in hurry.
went down with Google Eyes to farm
in Surrey. came back at the end Of a
week dead beat. and indeed l never
passed week in such continual din
in my lifeI Did you know before that
horses never go to sleep?'
"Oh. nonsensel"
at Is true" said he solemnIy.
"Horses never 60 to sleep, or, IL they do,
they walk in their Sleep Ny bedroom
was at right angles with the ste bles
where the farm horses lived They kick
ed the walls and the managers and the
floor all night long I used to go in and
look at them foddered down knee deep
in straw, all still. silent, quiet. except
for the pulling Of the chains through
the iron rings Of the mangers But as
soon as got into bed they all began.
and they were never still for one min
ute until cock crow-neverl At half
past or earlier the poultry yard began
And then between the coming of the
laborers and the flirting of the young
women-I don't know what they did,
because the men did the milking-and
the stentorian voice of the farmer bel
lowing his orders never got any rest
at all. Google Eyes slept through it.
He said it was heavenly, it was so tran
quill. l believe Google Eyes would sleep
through the last judgment.
However, the Powys Arms proved to
be an ideal working place for Alan
Stacey. He fourished and throve. and
the work grew apace, and Mary was
more than ever set upon establishing a
little seaside home Of their own, a little
retreat to which they could at any mo-
nent retire from the world
At the end Of three weeks the book
was finished, and little Miss Winning
ton went back to London. Alan Stacey
and Mary, however. staid on at the
curious, old fashioned inn, spending
their days in boating and fishing and
trying to make up their minds in what
part Of the world they should spend
their holiday. If he had preference, it
was for yacht. but Mary did not fall
very enthusiastically into the scheme,
and he had always lingering fear that
she might have special reason for not
wishing to be on the sea. Therefore he
forhore to press her to consent to this
arrangement. for Alan Stacey would
have done anything rather than in any
way have reminded Mary Of the great
tragedy which had freed her from
her first husband They talked of the
Italian lakes, Of the regularly beaten
Riviera track and lastly of Biarritz,
with excursions over the Spanish from
tier. Upon that they practically decid-
ed, yet they fingered in the little fish
ing village from sheer inability to tear
themselves away.
And during all this time they had
never seen London newspaper. Sew
eral times Alan Stacey had said in joke
that they might as we'll be dead and
buried for all the news they had of the
world, and almost every day he declared |
that he must write to John and tell |
him to send on the papers. But as Mary |
did not write it somehow remained un-
done, and they continued in their ig-
norance of passing events.
So nearly month slipped by.
"We really ought to make move,
sweetheart said Alan one afternoon
when they were sitting on a rock
the sun sink slowly down into
The water.
"Yes, said Mary "but it has been
here. l don't" with great
'igh-"I don't think that the time has
oeen wasted
"My dear child, no time could be
wasted to me that has been spent with
you. What thing to sayl OF course it
las not been wasted. This place has
erved our turn well, but we both want
hange, you as well as l. Do you know,
wo or three times lately have thought
'ou looking quite careworn, and yon
lave nothing" looking at her anxious
y and searchingly-"you have nothing
o be careworn about2"
Nothing" said Mary. She could
eel the sob in her throat; she wonder.
d that he did not hear it. II think
on are right, she said, after mo-
nent, "and that 1t is time that we
we're moving on. You have quite decid-
d on Biarritz, Alan?'
"As we'll as any other place. We
ave never been there. They say it is
right and gay and exhilarating. If we
ont like it, we can move on some
here else."
"Then we will go home tomorrow"
~ think we may as well" he replied.
So she set about packing up her few
elongings. She had taken only the
lost plain and simple serge gowns with
err A single trunk held everything
lat she had She packed good deal
nat evening, and in the morning she
Ut up early and finished it off before
reakfast time.
II will just run down to the village"
i'd Alan, land settle up with Jan
revethick, and by that time you will
, ready for breakfast.
eyes. shall be ready" eaid Mary,
Milling at him
ITO Be continued.)