The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-26

NOR. Then she dropped her veil again
over her dry eyes, readjusted it in the
little, cheap, black framed mirror that
hung against the wall and opened the
door as the granddaughter returned.
The gentleman was just coming from
the station.
Remember to look out for me at
York, " said Miss Desborough. extend
ing her gloved hand. s'Goodby till
then. " The young girl respectfully
touched the ends of Miss Desborough's
fingers, dropped courtesy, and Miss
Desborough rejoined the consul.
You have barely time to return to
the Priory and see to your luggage,
said the consul, 'if you must 60 But
let me hope that you have changed your
mind.
81 have not changed my mind" said
Miss Desborough quietly, tand my lug
gage is already packed" After pause
she said thoughtfully, "I've been won
dering"-
'sWhat2" said the consul eagerly.
"I've been wondering if people
brought up to speak in certain dialect
where certain words have their own
significance and color and are part of
their own lives and experience, if even
when they understand another dialect
they really feel any sympathy with it
or the person who speaks it. =
ssApropos off" asked the consul.
These people I've just left. I don't
think / quite felt with them, and
i,<.x, .,r,, 4l,o,, 1;,!,,,+ Fco1 viii, mo
ssBut, !" said the consul laughingly,
ssyou know that we Americans speak
with a decided dialect of our own and
attach the same occult meaning to it.
Yet, upon my word / think that Lord
Beverdale-cr shall l say Lord Alger
non would not only understand that
American word guess as you mean it,
but would perfectly sympathize with
YOU
Miss Desborough's eyes sparkled even
through her veil as she glanced at her
companion and said:
81 guess not I"
AS the ''tea" party had not yet re-
turned, it fell to the consul to accom-
pany Miss Desborough and her maid to
the. station. But here he was startled
to find collection of villagers upon
the platform, gathered round two young
! women in mourning and an ominous
looking box He mingled for a moment
with the crowd and then returned to
Miss Desborough's SIDE
Greatly" he said with concern
that was scarcely assumed, 81 ought
not to let you go. The omens are most
disastrous! You came here to death !;
you are going away with a funeral!''
..Then it's high time l took myself
off, /" said the lady lightly.
Unless, like the ghcstly monk, you
came here on mission and have full
8 filed it.
Perhaps have Goodby. 2
In spite Of the bright and character
istic letter which Miss Desborough left
for her host-a letter which mingled
her peculiar shrewd sense with her hui
morous extravaganza Of expression
the consul spent a somewhat uneasy
evening under the fire of questions that
assailed him in reference to the fair
deserter But he kept loyal faith with
her. adhering even to the letter OF her
instructions and only once was goaded
into more active mendacity. The con-
versation had turned upon 'Debs, and
the consul had remarked on the singu-
larity of the name A guest from the
north observed, however, that the name
was undoubtedly contraction. "Pos-
sibly it might have been 'Debborough,
or even the same name as our fail
friend.
sBut didn't Miss Desborough tel
you last night that she had been hunt
ing up her people, with a family tree
or something like that?" said Lore
Algernon eagerly 81 just caught {
word here and there, for you were botf
laughing. y
The consul smiled blandly. 'Yor
may well say SO, for it was all the mos
delightful piece of pure invention AM
utter extravaganza. 1t would hav
amused her still more if she ha'
thought you were listening and took
seriously
"Of course-I see said the younl
fellow, with laugh and slight ris
Of color. 81 knew she was taking som
kind Of rise out of you, and that re
mark reminded me of it. -
Nevertheless within a year Lord Al
gerron was happily married to tn
daughter of South African million
aire, whose bridal offerings alone touch
4 ed the sum Of half million. 1t wa
also said that the mother was ''impos
sible' and the father 'unspeakable,
the relations 'sinextinguishable," bu
the wedding was, an occasion an
in the succeedingtyear of festivity it
presumed that the names of "Debs
and .sDesborough We're alike forgotten
But they existed still in little han
let near the edge of bleak mortimer
moor, where they were singularly e.
allied on soaring shaft of pure marb
above the submerged and moss grow
tombstones of a simple country churcl
yard. So great was the contrast b
tween the modern and pretentlous mo-
ument and the graves of the humble