Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1901-11-09
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CHAPTER Il.-(CoutinuedJ
"iicky Is very good" she said, thought.
fully, "and he is getting well. How l
wish he could get work that wasn't SO
very hard as the work Shan makes him
10. Micky and are always wishing there
were fairies"
"He seemed to think he had found
fairy to-day" observed Mark. And then
he pointed out a spot open to the bog,
and asked her whether he was to take
Borak through that broken gate among
the trees.
"That's--that's Travccre." As Nora
spoke hurriedly yet timidly, THAT'S Ira.
we're; butt won't ask you to go FUR
Their. Grandpa may be--asleep."
But with our united efforts 1t may DO
possible to awaken him." propounded
Mark, coolly. II am expecting him to
ask me to dine with you."
For, several minutes Nora pondered TINS
speech vaguely uneasy, though she could
not explain why. Borak had turned into
the short, neglected avenue which-bor-
dered OH one side by potato ground. anu
on the other by field of Hax-led up to
an old square house, from which the dis
colored plaster was half peeled away,
and the brickwork crumbling below 1t.
"Mr. Poynz," she said-and no wonder
he laughed at her quaint solcmnity-
that's Traveere. Don't YOU wonder that
travellers don't come to see the ruinsT'
"That," repeated Mark, making de.
liberate pause, as he looked intently at
the dilapidated old house, ''is Traveere.
Is II? Your home where you spend the
summer days and long winter nights
Child. how do you do it!'
81 am used to it," she answered. very
softly. "And have grandpa. and old
Kitty, and the dogs, and Snow--thats
our COW; she's In the house great deal
and Borak, but he never comes beyond
the hall; and there are some old books
that were grandpa's. and I've few Will
left me, and one Celia gave me once on q
birthday. Now" she went ON. with just
little unsteadiness In her low, clear
tones. will you come, or will you change
your mind?"
They walked on then. among wander.
Ing pigs and poultry, to the front door,
which, wide open as 1t was, swayed to
and fro upon one hinge.
IL don't think" remarked Nora, 90 they
entered a bare, unfurnished hall, that
there II a single door at Traveere which
will quite close. Some have both hinges.
but no lock or handle; some have an
upper hinge only, some lower one. They
vary good deal. This way, please"
As she spoke, she with some little
difliculty pushed open creaking door In
one corner Of the hail, and Mr.. Poynx
followed her into the most curious room
he had ever entered. In one corner pile
Of bogwood reached from floor to cell.
ing, and had ladder propped against 1t.
In another. a stack Of turf stood half de.
molished, Its thick brown dust trodden
well into the threadbare carpet. Upon
the hearth lay Mt least dozen dogs and
cats; and behind them a small, wien
old man sat STRENGTHENING the brim OF 9
wretched looking hat.
"Look here, child" he said, hearing
Nora's step, but without troubling him.
self 10 look up. "Tve got a bargain at
last. found this ON a scarecrow up In
Elliot's wheat. and 80 I changed. The
brim was nearly Of mine, and can soon
mend this. Haw he chuckled. "this 10 the
Rrst bargain I've met with this year."
"Grandpa," said Nora, the bright pinl,
spreading painfully from chin to brow al
she paused beside him. there is-a gentle
man."
"A what!' he asked, screwing his eyes
fast, and then opening them as wide a.
he could. Presently he slowly rose. and
looked beyond her to his visitor, raising
his hand once to rub his eyes. as IL bis
sight were dim.
"Who?" no asked, still looking at the
tall, strong figure opposite, while Mark
In his turn, looked keenly down upon hil
shriveled form, buttoned in shabby
coat, wearing no collar, and q patched
black cap over his bald head.
"Mr. POynx," whispered Nora, tn,
BLUSH deepening strangely, and her breath
coming hurriedly, In her new mortifica
tion, as she looked into her grandfath Their.
face.
''From EnglandT"
eyes. from England Mark answered
his long gray eyes fixed curiously upor
the old man.
"From Surry?"
Eyes, from Surry."
'It's chilly, and getting late, child; yol
can 20 and prop that window from out
side-it flies open. Go quickly. and yol
needn't come back. Stay here, SIR" h.
cried. querrulously. as Mr.. Poynx seem
ed to be going himself to obey this com
mand. "D'yOu think the child'-neve
by any other term did old Col. st. George
designate his granddaughter-"ha
sense enough to manage such tribe a
thisY"
For two or three minutes after Nor,
had left the room, Mr.. Poynx stood wait
Ing; but when her face--still with tn
cheeks flushed, and the eyes brilliant an,
restless-had appeared outside the broker
window, and was gone again. he turne,
coolly to the table and took seat oppo
site Col. St. George.
MAY l smoker"
"Certainly-certainly," acquiesced tn
old man, again speaking with querulou
rapidly. rs that the only question yol
have to ask meI'
Leaning forward on his unsteady chair
Mark struck fusee. Not until his ciga
was alight did he raise his eyes to an
swer, calmly:
mo; there are one or two more ques
tions, which shall be glad IL you will
answer meas frankly."
CHAPTER III.
Nora's bedroom was a long low room
wainscOted, like most of the rooms In tn
house; its scant items of furniture wer
as old and as badly In need Of repair a