The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1902-01-31
CHAPTER Nv.


'It Is really you?" cries he, with unaf-
fected delight, coloring warmly.
at is you, too," replies she, rehectively,
and as though it is a little unfair to
throw all the personalities at her.
$50 it is" says he, smiling gayly. You
wanted me? hope you had not to call
often"
Every Often" smiling, too, and jumping
down off her pedestal. II thought l
should never make you hear. DO you
know the road to Greycourt2 | don't"
II do. 1t is a tedious way, and com
plicated. But If you will permit me to go
with you and show it to you, Miss Dy-
sartT
"Oh, 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.
II asked somebody in the village" con-
fesses he, honestly, "and he told me you
were Mr.. Dysart's niece. You don't mind
that, do youT
"No. |, too, neard Of you," she says,
"but then didn't take for granted every
thing that was told me-"
What did you hear of me-"
"trhat you were a young man down
from Lunnon town, an as full O. tricks as
a eggs full O. mate" replies she, de-
murely. evidently quoting somebody, and
with q glance so full O. tricks" on her
own account that he laughs in spite OF
himself.
WELL" says he, I'm not from 'Lun'
non town. certainly, and hope I'm moi
a greater wretch than my fellows. As tc
nv tricks don't believe I've one"
"If not from London, from where|
"Rather close to you. My sister lives
lust over the border Of this county, q
matter of twenty miles or so; and spend
most of my time with her."
"It was a very good thing for my sister
and me that you came fishing" says Gri
selda; "or / suppose we should both be
now either dead or dying" Here she
looks round her. Have we very much
further to goT'
about a mile"
~ wish it was less" nervously. 81 an
afraid Vera will be frightened at my lonl
absence, and-and that my uncle will b'
angry"
.Perhaps he won't hear Of it," says Mr.
peyton, hopefully. Griseda shakes hel
head.
'He looks just like person who would
hear everything" she says.
i've heard a good deal about him of
and on. People will talk, you know, ant
hes eccentric, isn't heT
"If you mean weak in mind you wen
never further out in your life," says Gri
seldn. mournfully. "He is all mind, Ii
INV opinion. There isn't a weak spot il
him. BY the by, have you ever been t.
GreycourtT
"So. I've often thought should lik
n 90 on some Wednesday or other"
Some Wednesday! What Wednesday
And why Wednesday, Griselda is dis
tinctlv puzzled, but hardly likes to ask
question on the subject
"It's a quaint old house." she says
"and might be lovely, think, if the tree
we're cut away and some sunlight let int
Il. and-a little furniture. It's empty
positively empty"
oSurely YOU forget the galleries2' say
he "Is II indeed possible that you
NOT know that those pictures Of your ar
cestors are absolutely priceless? Pur
Ielvs and Knellers, Gainsboroughs an
Reynolds. Why, those galleries at Grey
court. i've often heard my father say, ar
about the finest in England. Your uncl
Is good enough to open them to the put
lie every first Wednesday in the mont
at the very triHing charge of half
crown"
''Whyr' cries Griselda. flushing SO he
color that the tears grow within he
ewes. "Oh. you can't mean that"
"Ven, why not" says the young mar
bo!dly. preparing with a stout courag
TO defend a vile cause. ut Is to improv
the tastes Of the multitude that he doe
It. of course. And IL he chooses TO repa
himself for the wear and tear Of his ca
pets, who shall say he has not commo
sense on his sideT
At this moment the chimueys Of Gre!
court shone through the inters:iees Of th
trees on her left, and. with the know
edge that she had gained her hom
comes. too, the sound OF running wate
and the thought that all through her e
turn walk through the leaty woods thi
music had rushed as a chorus to b.
words.
"Ah! now | knowP' cries she. stoppin
abruptly. and looking full at her con
panion. who grows somewhat guilty
appearance. That noise Of running wa
er!-;hat is the river that Hows beneat
Greyeourt. II | had only followed it
need not have given you all this trouole
''It is no trouble" says he, plainly.
She holds out to him her hand. Goo
BY" she says, gently.
"0h. not good-by, | hope" returns b
anxiously, taking the slim little hand al
holding il as warmly as he dares, pc
haps more closely than be is quite awar
Il shall see you againr'
"Oh. no. No. indeed" softly. "fC
must not think that. Uucle Gregory do
not permit us to know our neighbors.'
He lifts his hat and Griselda, giviI
him & rather solemn little salute. tuFl
away from him. A second later, howeve
she finds him again beside her.
"It-:here is all the appearance Of cor
ing rain in the sky" he says, gravel
Don't you think soI fear we shs
have q perfect storm before long.
thought I'd tell you. so that you mig
get as much good out OF these woods
possible before-the deluge. This wee
now. might be 6ne. but should no; 4
swer for the next; and, indeed, II rou "
permit me to advise you. should recoI
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