The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-11-01
CHAPTER XIV.
A Bluestocking.

lie Time OF roses IS SOHe n.y. LIE
green and fiowery year turned russell.
Crimson heaps of apples in every
orchard betoken that cider making is
at hand. The cornfields are bare; the
latest harvest Of vraic is dried and
stacked AS you pass along the cottage
gardens no longer greet you with home
" sweets Of lavender or Of gillyflower;
their borders are gay with autumn's
scentless blooms, with hollyhocks,
dahlias and chrysanthemums. Sum
mer has got its death warrant, yet like
some human hearts, carries brave
front to the last; SO brave that but for
the shortening days. the songless
hedgerows, you might half believe that
the pulses Of spring were a-beat, the
vanished delights of May and mid
summer still to come.
1t is mellow October afternoon.
and Fief-de-la- Refine once more lies
bathed in sunshine; the lichened walls
Of the old farm and outbuildings, the
following gardens. the pearly sky. all
blending in single note of color, ex-
quisite as transient. Among the flow
er pots, trinity kept as in June. the bees
hum, ignorant Of their doom. Golden
pumpkins, in rows. are laid to ripen
on the dairy roof. Herbs and lentils
for winter use lie outspread ON linen
sheets before the entrance of the house
place. Little Paul's laughter rings
merrily on the still air from the or
chard, where he and Aunt Hosie are
busy over the last gathering Of med
lars and October pears. Through the
open kitchen windows may be heard,
as OF old, the warblinGs of Margot-
Margot. who is to be married at Christ
mas-the tale of spoons and house
linen completed, and whose fancy
with legitimate lightness turns to
thoughts and songs Of love.
Belle diguede,
Belle diguedaine,
Belle diguidon,
| Dond0n. Dond0n.
AQuite an Arcadian scene" remarks
voice, curiously attuned and softened
since we heard it last, as carriage
pulls up before the wicket gate Of Fief-
della Refine, the wicket gate at which
Severne and Mrs. Chester SO often used
| to linger ere they parted. III ever we
do give mp this wicked world. Sir John,
shall assuredly come to Quernec to
seek our hermitage. Now for Daphne
surprised she has neither emigrated
nor married the village, curate In the
! interval! Daphne genus monogynia.
class ortundria. How good it Il to feel
that one need never call anything by
its Latin name again.
| And in another minute Clemesstina,
her face brighter than the October sun
shine that riots on it. is walking up the
path, full in view If the parlor win
dows, Sir John Severne at her side.
! Her voice, said, has become at
| tuned. Her smile is -.cart- whole. Glenn
ent1la's very step seems to have grown
Tighter, more youthful, since the even
| ing when last she Visited Fief-de-la-
Refine. The newness perceptibIe in
every detail Of her attire would suffice
to stamp her as bride, in feminine
| eyes, even were her soft hand, with its
shining wedding rirg. not ungloved.
| And feminine eyes are watching her,
eyeu within whose clear depths tears
Of exceeding bitterness are hardly
kept from oyerfiowing.
Rigidly Daphne has steeled herself
against this hour the cruel, inevitable
hour of meeting Seyerne and his wire;
| yet. now that it has abruptly come
upon her. the fierceness Of the ordeal