Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-24

of the Manor. Well, well, how are the
| mighty fallen!'
Il made twenty thousand pounds by the
| sale. Nicholas Rawdon is a gentleman,
| and John Thomas is the most POPULAR man
! in all the neighborhood. And. Granny, ne
| has two sons-twns-the handsomest little
| chaps you ever saw. No fear OF q Rawdon
| to heir the manor now.
Fortune is a baggage. When she is III
| to a man she knows no reason. She sent
| John Thomas to parliament and kept Fred
out at loss, too She took the court from
| Fred and gave it to John Thomas and she
gives him two sons about the same time
she gives Fred one, and that one she KID
maps out Of his sight and knowledge. Poor
Fred!'
| We'll grandmother, it Is poor Freds
| own doing, and 1 assure you, Fred would
have been most unwelcome at the court
| And the squires and gentry round did not
like a woman in the place; they were at
loss what to do with me. I was no good
for dinners and politics and hunting. L
embarrassed them
"of course you would. They would have
to talk decently and behave politely, and
they would not be able to tell their choicest
stories. Your presence would be a bore:
but could not Tyrrel take your placer"
Granny, TyTel was really unhappy in
that kind of life. And he foreigner
so was /. You know what Yorkshire peo-
pie think of foreigners They were very
courteous. but they were glad to have the
Yorkshire Rawdowns in our place. And
Tyrrel did not like working with the earth
he loves machinery and electricity"
| ITO be sure. When man has got used
TO delving for gold silver, cutting grass
| and wheat does seem a slow kind of bust
ness"
And he disliked the shut-up feeling the
park gave him. He said we We're in the
midst of solitude three miles thick. 1t made
him depressed and lonely
That is nonsense. am sure the
western plains he had solitude sixty miles
thlck-often.'
even If it were sixty miles away. And no
matter how far he rode, there was always
that line where earth seemed to rise to
heaven. But the park was surrounded by
brick wall fourteen feet high. 1t had no
horizon. You felt if you were in
large, green boX-at least Tyrrel did. The
wall was covered with roses and ivy but
still 1t was a boundary you could not pass,
and could not see over. Don't YOU under
stand. Granny, how Tyrrel would feel this?
81 can't say I do. Why didn't he come
with your
HE had to go to the customs about our
trunks, and there were other things. He
will see you tomorrow. Then are going
to dine with father, and if you Will join US
we will call at six for you, Do, GRANNY
Very we'll ! shall be ready" But after
moments thought she continued, NO l
viii not go. l only a mortal woman,
and the company of angels bores me yet.
Now. Granny, dear.
81 mean what I say. Your father has
married such a piece of perfection that l
feel my shortcomings In her presence moro
than l bear. But I'll tell you what,
dearie, Tyrrel may come for me Saturday
night at six, and will have my dinner with
you I want to see the dining room of a
swell hotel in full dress; and 1 will wear
my violet satin and white Spanish lace, and
look smart as be, dear. And Tyrrel
may buy me a bunch OF white sviolets. L
am none too old to wear them. Who knows
but may go to the theater also?'1
--4Oh, Granny. you are just the dearest
Young lady know ryrreIl will be a proud
as a peacock"
We'll. I am not as young as 1 might be,
but deal younger than look. Listen,
dearie 1 have never felt old yet! Isn't that
a thing to be grateful for? I don't read
much poetry. except 1t be in the church
hymnal. but cut verse out of MAGAZINE
a year ago which Just suits my Idea of life.
and, what is still more wonderful. 1 took
the trouble to learn it. Oliver Wendell
Holmes wrote it. and I'll warrant him for
good. cheerful trust-tn-God man, he'd
never have thought of such sensible words
II am listening. Granny, for the verse"
Yes. and learn 1t yourself. It will come
in handy some day. when Tyrrel and you
are getting white-haired and handsome, as
every one ought to get when they have
passed their half century and are facing the
| light of the heavenly world:
"At sixty-two life has begun;
Ar seyenty-three begins once more;
Fly swtfter as thou near st the sun,
And brighter shine at eighty four
At ninety-fye,
Should thou arrive,
Still wait on God, and work and thrive
J 'Such words as those. Ethel, keep wo-
I man young. and make her right glad that
/ she was born and thankful that She lives"
Thank you for them, dear Granny. Now
] must run away as fast as l can. Tyrrel
| will be wondering what has happened to
me-"
| In this conjecture she was right, Tyrrel
was in evening dress. and walking restlessly
about their private parlor. Ethel he said
plaintively. II have been so uneasy about
YOU
II am all right. dearest. was with
hour
Even If she had been longer she would
have earned the delay, for she returned to
him In pink silk and old Venice point de
rose. with pretty ernine tippet across her
shoulders. 1t was joy to see her. de-