Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1902-01-30
CHAPTER w.

1T IA really your cries ne. with unat-
fccted delight, colorng warmly.
ut Is you, too" replies she, reaectiycly,
and as though IL Is little unfair to
throw all the personalities at her.
$50 Il ls." says he. smiling gayly. "You
wanted me? hope you had not to cali
often?'
VERY Often" smiling. too. and jumping
down of her pedestal. II thought |
should never make you hear. DO you
know the road TO Greyeourt7 d6nt."
II do. II IL tedious way. and COM
pllcated. But IL you will permit me TO 20
with you and show II to you, Miss Dy-
sartr'
"Oh, no. No, indeed. II Ii giving you
quite too much trouble, and how do you
know my namer asks she, with n shy
glance AZ him from under her long lashes.
II asked somebody In the village" con-
fcSses he, honestly, "and he told me you
we're Mr.. Dysart's niece. You don't mind
that, do your"
"No. l. too, heard OF you." she says,
"but then didn't take for granted every.
thing that was told me-"
"What did you hear Of me2"
THAT YOU were n 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 a glance so "full o. tricks" on her
own account chat he laughs in spite of
himself.
WELL" says he. "I'm not from 'Lun'
non town. certainly, and hope I'm not
greater wretch than my fellows. As to
my tricks l don't believe I've one
''If not from London, from where"
Rather close 10 you. My sister lives
lust over the border OF this county, a
matter OF twenty miles or so; and spend
most Of my time with her"
at was 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. "IIave we very much
further to goT
About mile"
"I wish It was less" nervousiy. II 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. Griselda shakes her
head.
''Hc looks just like person who would
hear everything" she says.
1--WE heard a good deal about him of
and on. People will talk, you know, and
he's eccentric, isn't heW
"If you mean weak in mind you were
never further out In your life," says Gri.
selda, mournfully. "He is all mind, In
my opinion. There isn't weak spot ID
him. BY the by, have you ever been tC
Greycourt?"
mo. I've often thought should like
to 90 on some Wednesday or other"
some Wednesday, What Wednesday
And why Wednesday, Griselda Is dis
tinctly puzzled, but hardly likes to ask q
question on the subject.
cts a quaint old house." she says
"and might be lovely think, il the trees
were cut away and some sunlight let into
II. and-a little furniture. It's empty
positively empty"
"Surely you forget the galleries?" says
he. "Is 1t indeed possible that you dc
not know that those pictures of your an
cestors are absolutely priceless? Pure
Lelys and Knellers, Gainsboroughs ant
hnyuOluS, Nuyf buOsc kuiiVElts 1T NGSy
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 trifiing charge of half &
crown"
"Whyl" cries Griselda, flushing so hot
a color that the tears grow within heI
eyes. "Oh, you can't mean that"
"Well, why notT says the young man
boldly, preparing with a stout courage
to defend a vile cause. 1T is to improve
the tastes Of the multitude that he does
it, of course. And II 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
court shone through the interstices Of thu
trees on her left, and, with the knowl
edge that she had gained her home
comes, too, the sound Of running water