The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-06-27
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mentioned Winifred to Sir Howard. An
angry flush darkened his brow as he
said, sternly:
Madame, / feel no interest in hearing
OF Miss Eyre, and beg in future you will
j spare me all allusion to the issue Of q
disgraceful connection"
The gentle old Frenchwoman had con-
veyed the result of her attempt to Mr.,
| Eyre with characteristic delicacy, but he
! felt the insult Of the refusal keenly. 1t
was his only hope for Winifred, for his
own relations were not In position to be
| Of use to her. Always in the evening
. she sang, played or read to him; and
sometimes, when he had watched her
with proud delight busted with some re-
fined accomplishment, he would sigh and
say:
All! my child, you were born for some
thing better than poor farmers daugh-
ter"
But If Winifred at times chafed be-
cause she was the unnoticed daughter Of
a poor farmer, she never looked down on
or blamed her father. She had no wish
to be elevated from her present position
without him; she sought no advantage
from which he was excluded. She even
strove to conceal her regrets from him;
but the eyes Of love are discerning, and
although Mr.. Eyre never allowed her to
see that her longings were known to him,
ne was painfully alive to them.
Miss Eyre left the town one day and
walked on for about half a mile, until
she came to small white cottage stand
ing back from the road in pleasant gar
den, well shaded by old-fashioned fruit
trees. Winifred did not stand on the
ceremony of knocking, but raised the
latch and entered the drawing room.
where Madame de Montolieu was sitting
before her embroidery frame. She looked
up with glad smile, and, rising, kissed
the young girl on both cheeks.
"Ah! my rosebud" she exclaimed, "you
have come at last"
Eyes, dear madame" Winifred replied,
"but have not been wholly successful
in executing your commissions. Seer
she added. "this green wool is shade
lighter than the pattern, but thought 1t
would scarcely matter, as your other
greens are so much deeper. The red ia
the right color, but it seems to me-
little faded lying in the shop. It is i'm
possible to get exactly what you want
in these little country towns"
Both will do exceIlentIy we'll, nv
child I thank you," returned Madame
de Montolieu, putting on her spectacles.
Then she looked fondly at Winifred's
face; but something she saw there
brought an increased gravity over her
placid features.
MY love" she said, gently, has any
thing happened to distress your"
The quick tears sprang to Winifred's
eyes, but for moment she was silent.
Then she essayed to smile, answering:
1T is my pride, for which You so often
chide me, that has been hurt dear man.
ma. l shall make you laugh when I tell
how small thing has provoked me-"
But the kind old lady did not laugh
she was full of pitiful tenderness for
the feelings Of youth, and sympathized
Ieenly with the wounds of sensitive
nature like Winifred's. She heard how
cousin, Miss Champion, had
passed her on the road that morning, ig-
noring her.
Madame" said Winifred, suddenly.
after pause, who do you think the
gentleman with Miss Champion could
beY
Il cannot tell, my love; probably a Wis
tor at the Manor. Stay, my love, NAV
It not have been Mr.. Hastings? I hear
he has just returned from abroad. and
you know his father and Sir Howard
were great friends. e. Perhaps he at last |
Feels desire to see the beautiful home |
Of his fathers, which he has neglected so
long. Can you describe him at all?"
Il only saw him a moment" returned
blushing, ''but his face SEEM
I'd rather bronzei with travel; from what |
remember, l fancy he had dark blue
eyes and fair hair"
II think, then" remarked Madame do
Montolieu, that my surmise is correct
for dark blue eyes and golden hair are
the family characteristics"
Winifred turned homewark with
lighter heart. She had almost forgotten
the attront that had been put upon her:
put she could not forget the eager look
or admiration that had crossed the hand
some strangers face as he turned TO
look at her Without doubt he was Mr.
Hastings, the owner Of all the propertv
ahout-of the very wood through which
she was even then passing on her yvav
10 the Iarm. AND very bright smile
came on her lips as she thought how near
he lived, and that she might perhaps see
him sometimes in her walks. 1t would
be some relief to the monotony Of her
life, only to be able now and then to gaze |
IN handsome face like his.
One evening Winifred went out for a
stroll in the woods with her little Scotch |
terrier as her only companion, and. choos- |
ing picturesque spot, sat down to rest
and to dream Of the many women no fair |
er than she, who had become famous.
Her speculations were suddenly cut |
short by zap from her terrier. and |
turning sharply round, she beheld her
little companion rolling over aud over
down the bank under the sudden and
anprovoked assault of a huge mastiff. |
She uttered little cry of fright, and
sprang to the rescue, when she heard a |
crashing Of the branches at her side, |
4 sharp, TIE heel, Rollow from a mans |
voice. A sudden recognition, a hasty |
apology, and he stood looking at her, hat |
IN hand, with the same expression of ad- |
in his eyes that she had seen
there before. There was pause, dur
ing which the startled Winifred blushed,
and felt painfully confused.