Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1902-01-30
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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? l hope you had not to call
sften?"
VERY often" smiling. too, and jumping
down off her pedestal. II thought l
should never make you hear. Do you
know the road to Greycourt? l DON'T
II do. 1t is tedious way. and com
plicated. But if you will permit me to go
with you and show it to you. Miss Dy-
sartY'
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, land he told me you
were Mr. Dysart's niece. You don't mind
that, do your"
''but then l didn't take for granted every
thing that was told me-"
what did you hear Of me"
THAT you were young man down
from Lunnon town, an as full o tricks as
eSS luFl u IHdlt, TtplitS SIT,
murely. evidently quoting somebody, and
with a glance so full O tricks on her
own account that he laughs in spite of
himself.
"Wdl," says he. I'm not from L,ln-
non town. certainly, and l hope I'm not
a greater wretch than my fellows. AS to
my tricks don't believe I've one"
IF not from London. from where?'
i, CO
just over the border of this county, a
matter of twenty miles or so; and l spend
most Of my time with her.
ut was very good thing for my sister
and me that you came fishing" says Girl
selda: "or l suppose we should both be
now either dead or dying" Here she
further to go!'
About a mile"
81 wish it was less" nervously. 81 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. Grselda shakes her
head
lie looks just like person who would
hear everything" she says.
1--WE heard a good deal about him off
and on. People will talk. you know, and
he's eccentric, isn't he!'
IF you mean weak in mind you were
never further out in your life" says Girl
selda, mournfnlly. HE is all mind, in
my opinion. There isn't a weak spot in
him. by the by, have you ever been to
GreycOurtT
"No. I've often thought should like
to 20 on some Wednesday or other"
Some Wednesday,! What Wednesday =?
And why Wednesday? Grselda is dis
tinctly puzzled. but hardly likes to ask a
question on the subject.
Its quaint old house." she SAYS.
"and might be lovely. think, if the trees
were cut away and some sunlight let into
it, and-a little furniture. It's empty.
positively empty"
Surely you forget the galleries?" says
he. lis it indeed possible that you do
not know that those pictures of your an
restors are absolutely priceless? Pure
Leys and Knellers, Gainsboroughs and
Reynolds. Why, those galleries at Grey
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 fritlng charge of half a
crown"
Why" cries Grselda, flushing so hot
color that the tears grow within her
eyes. "Oh, you can't mean that"
well. why not?" says the young man,
boldly, preparing with a stout courage
to defend vile cause. at is to improve
the tastes of the multitude that he does
it, of course. And if 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 chmneys of Grey
court shone through the inters:ices of the
trees on her left, and. with the knowl-
edge that she had gained her home,
cvmes, too, the sound of running water,