The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-09-13
IA QUESTIONING:
ROMANCE q REALITY.
C..:F.
By Miss ANNIE EDWARDS.
CHAPTER vi.
c. As.aaana

Children scarcely bigger imam littl,
Paul are among the groups OF fan
eurea, stalwart grandsires are workin,
with will and arm as hearty as theil
sons.
And everybody. old and young, mus
say his word Of compliment to Seyerne
upon whom the Victoria Cross has al
ready been lavishly bestowed by Quer
nee imagination. When the last load
had left the field, and a parting glass
OF something Hyelier than tea Is being
literally served out by Jean Marie and
Margot, the health Of Mussieu Sir
John" Is proposed and drank with an
honest English Hourasl that makes the
surrounding orchard ring again. FL
naily it is settled for him that he shall
spend the remainder Of the evening
at Fief-de-la- Refine.
4 "Youshave been cheated out OF your
dinner" says Aunt Hosie, in her hearty
\ North-couiStry voice, and resting her
hand on the young mans arm. so
you must make virtue of necessity
and eat bit of eight o'clock supper
with us at the farm
And as you care for art" adds Miss
Theodore. with pretty consciousness
Theodore actually on the hay field, and
IN a costume, uplooped, Watteauish; a
blue-ribboned straw hat shading her
face, Ia Gainsborough. AS you care
for art, Mrs. Chester and myself will
show sou some of our small attempts
Lwater color. / had the very best adj.
vantages in,my youth says Theodore,
plaintively retrospective. Indeed, a
/ SiGnor Pinuti, or Pincelli. or some such
name, has been known to regret our
dear papa's social position. II the Sig
norma Theodore had but to work for
money, poor Pinuti used to say"
But, unfortunately, we have no Sig
nor Pinuti to praise us now" interrupts
Daphne, hot with confusion ''And
nothing we do can possibly be worth
showing to stranger; II mean to
any one who has Travelled so much and
Baust have seen so many fine pictures
rs Sir John Severne."
Il accept the apology" says Severne.
with a look that brings the color to her
cheeks. IF you had not retracted that
obnoxious word stranger should
have walked straight away to the har-
Dor, Mrs. Chester. A steamer starts
Tor New Haven tonight. and"
And before tomorrow morning Sir
John Seyerne would have forgotten
that such place as Quernec exists"
cries Daphne. BY this time they had
fallen a little behind the others, and
are walking slowly, side by side, along
The narrow lane, Sir John well laden
with rakes and forks, she with her sun
bonnet hanging on her arm, ian empty
water jar poised on her shoulder
just like a lady and gentleman of the
cup and saucer school of comedy, pre-
pairing for a telling bit Of sylvan fir
tation.
Don't you think it might be as we'll
for you to make a note of our exist
ence, sir? We shall remember you,"
she goes on a little sadly, those OF us
who live long enough well. for about
the next thirty or forty years. Don't
you think you might write couple of
words about us in your pocketbook?
Only the words Fief- della Refine and
the date of yesterday would be
enough
If you wish truly and honestly that
l should remember Fief-de-la- Refine
and every one belonging to it. Mrs.
Chester; If you wish that I should re-
member everything connected with
Quernec just one degree more wildly
than am certain to do already, you
must let me make sketch Of You and
little Paul. / should like to get an
outdoor portrait OF you, looking as
you look at this moment"
in cotton gown and sun bonnet
my cheeks well baked by eight hours
haymaking, water jar on my Shout
der. You don't want me to hide my
picturesqueness under Sunday best, as
the country people do when they go to
town to be taken by the photograph
ers?'
Il want you to look precisely as you
did when I first met you yesterday in
the fields"
"A certain letter in my hand. All.
Sir John, if you had never dropped
your letter
MRS. Chester would not have direct
ed me to the Martello tower in Quer.
nee Bay, some other fellow would have
carried Paul safe to shore. and at this
moment no, it would not do to push
| these kind Of suppositions toe far.
My own correspondent little knows the
happy results that letter was fated to
bring about"
! The distinct white light Of day has
! melted into the tenderest shifting hues
! OF pearl and opal sSeverne and Mrs.
| Chester, after I know not how many
hours spent in each others society, are
/ watching the stars rise, as they have
! watched the sun set. from the Quernec
! shore. Paul had been forcibly carried
| OF to bed ID the strong arms Of Mar
| got. the Misses Vansittart, mindful Of
| damp and rheumatism. have already lit
their parlor lamps Only these two are
| abroad
| EYES, we talk like old acquain-
! tances 1t is Daphne who speaks, her
! calm face lifted. with the after glow
OF ali the west apon il, to Severne's-
"Yet, ia reality, the extent Of our ac'
/ quaintance lisa knowledge Of each
! others names. People who dwell in
| places like Quernec have SO stepped ofl
! the stage Of life as 70 have no history