Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1903-05-21


angry flush darkened his brow as be
said, sternly:
Madame, | feel no interest In hearing
of Miss Eyre, and beg In future you VIII
spare me all alluslon TO the Issue OF
disgraceful connection"
The gentle old Frenchwoman had con-
yeyed the result of her attempt 70 Mr.
Eyre with characteristic delicacy, but he
felt the Insult OF the refusal keenly. II
was bis only hope for Winifred. for his
own relations were not In position 10 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-
Gned accomplishment, he would sigh and
say:
"Ah! my child. you were born for some
thing better than poor farmers daugh-
ter"
But II Winlfred at times chafed be-
cause she was the unnoticed daughter Of
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,
he was painfully alive to them.
Miss Eyre left the town one day and
walked on for about half a mile, until
she came 10 a small white cottage stand
ing back from the road in a 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 dc Montolieu was sitting
before her embroidery frame. She looked
up with a 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. See"
she added. "this green wool is a shade
lighter than the pattern. but thought 1t
would scarcely matter, as your other
green's are so much deeper. The red Is
the right color, but Il seems TO me .
little faded lying in the shop. II Is Inn
possible TO get exactly what you want
In these little country towns"
Both will do excellsntly well, my
child 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 lovew she said, gently, has any
thing happened to distress youf"
The quick tears sprang to Winifred's &
eyes. but for moment she was silent.
Then she essayed to smile, answering;
at is my pride, for which you 50 often
chide me, that has been hurt, dear NAM
ma. shall make you laugh when 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. aud sympathized
keenly with the wounds OF sensitive
nature like Winifred's. She heard how
Wlnifred's 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
be?''
II cannot tell, my love; probably Wis
itor at the Manor. Stay, my love, may
1t not have been Mr.. Hastings? I hear
he has just returned from abroad, and
you know his father and Sir Howard
were great friends. Perhaps he at last
feels a desire to see the beautiful home
of his fathers, which he has neglected SO
long. Can you describe him at all?'
81 only saw him moment" returned
Winifred, blushlng, "but his face seem
ed rather bronzed with travel; from what
l remember, l fancy he had dark blue
eyes and fair hair"
II think, then," remarked Madame dt
Montolieu, "that my surmise Is correct
for dark blue eyes and golden hair arr
the family characteristics"
Winifred turned homeward with I
lighter heart. She had almost forgotten
the affront that had been put upon her
| but she could not forget the eager lool
of admiration that had crossed the hand
some strangers face as he turned Il
look at her. Without doubt he was Mr.
Hastings, the owner of all the propert,
about--of the very wood through whicl
she was even then passing on her wa,
to the farm. And a very bright smil
came on her lips as she thought how nea
he lived, and that she might perhaps Sc,
him sometimes In her walks. 1t woul,
be some relief to the monotony Of he
life, only to be able now and then to gaz
on handsome face like his.
One evening Winifred went out for
stroll in the woods with her little Scotcl
terrier as her only companion, and, choos
Ing a picturesque spot, sat down to res
and to dream Of the many women no fair
er than she, who had become famous.
Her speculations were suddenly Gu
short by zap from her terrier, AM
turning sharply round, she beheld he
little companion rolling over and owe
down the bank under the sudden an
unprovoked assault Of a huge mashH
! She uttered little cry Of fright, an
sprang to the rescue, when she heard
crashing Of the branches at her side
sharp, ITO heel, Rollop from man
voice. A sudden recognition, hast
apology, and he stood looking at her, ha
In hand, with the same expression of ad
miration in his eyes that she had see
there before. There was a pause, dur
ing which the startled Winifred blushed
and felt painfully confused.
4 II fear my dog has alarmed ycu," sal
the stranger, at last; ''he is rather won
to be aggressive to his species, particular
" in this wood, Of which he Is accuc
toned To consider himself sole monarch