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

} New York as overlooking with business.
His own plans the plans of others. the jar
of politics, the thrill of music and the
drama-al the multttudinous vitality that
crowded the streets and filled the air, even
to the roofs of the twenty-story buildings,
contributed to the potent exhilaration of
the letter.
Great Georger' exclaimed Tyrrel. THAT
Is life That is living! l wish we were
back in America!
so do 1. Tyrrel.''
Il am so glad. When shall we go? 1t is
now the 18th of September
Are you weary OF Rawdon Court?''
yes II a man could live for the sake
OF eating and sleeping and having a pleas
ant time, why Rawdon Court would be a
heaven to him; but if he wants to do some
thing with his life he would be most un-
happy here"
And you want to do something?''
You would not have loved man who
dld not want to do We have been here
four months. Think of it, If I take four
months out of every year for twenty years
L shall lose, with travel about seven years
Of my life, and the other things to be
dropped with them may be Of incalculable
value
Il see, Tyrre 1 am not bound In any
way to keep Rawdon Court. l can sell it
tomorrow.
But you would be grieved to do sou
Not at all Being lady of the Manor
would rather have a good man in my
place"
why did you buy it?
AS have told you. to keep Mostyn out,
ana TO Keep RaWdou here. But Nicholas
Rawdon Graves the place, and will pay well
| Tor his desire. 1t cost me eighty thousand
pounds. He told father he would gladly
! give me one hundred thousand rounds
! whenever L was tired of my bargain
will take the hundred thousand pounds to-
/ morrow. There would then be four good
! heirs to Rawdon on the place
| Here the conversation was interru pied by
| Mrs. Nicholas, who came to invite them to
| the christening feast of the twins. Tyrrel
! soon left the ladies together, and Ethel at
| once opened the desired conversation.
Il am afraid We may have left the Court
! before the christening" she said. MIR.
Rawdon is very unhappy here, He is really
| homesck"
But this is his home isn't it? And a
very fine one"
He cannot feel it so. He has large inter-
ests in America. l doubt If I ever induce
| him to come here again. You see this
visit has been our marriage trip
And you won't live herei l never heard
the like What win you do with the Court?
1t will be badly used if it is left to ser
wants seven or eight months every year.
Il suppose l must sell it. l see no
IF YOU only would let Nicholas buy it.
You might be then it would be well
cared for, and the little lads growing up
in it. who would finally heir it. Oh, Ethel.
IL you would think of Nicholas first. He
it."
Out OF TINS conversation the outcome was
as satisfactory as it was certain, and within
two weeks Nicholas RaWdon was squire of
Rawdou Manor, and possessor of the ia
nous old Manor House. Then there fol-
lowed q busy two weeks for Tyrrel, who
had the superintendent of the packing,
which was no light, business. For though
Ethel would not denude the Court. of its
ancient furniture and ornaments, there were
many things belonging to the personal es-
tate of the late squire which had been
given to her by his will, and could not be
left behind But by the end of October
cases and trunks were all sent off to the
steamship in which their passage was
taken; and the Rawdon estate, which had
life. having finished its mission, had no
further influence and without regret passed
out of her physical life forever,
Indeed, their willingness to resign all
claims to the old home was a marvel to
both Tyrrel and Ethel On their last af-
ternoon there they walked through the gar
den. and stood under the plane tree where
their vows of love had been pledged. and
smiled and wondered at their Indifference.
The beauteous glamour of first love
gone as completely the flowers and
scents and songs that had then filled the
charming place. But amid the sweet de-
cay of these things they once more clasped
hands, looking with supreme confidence
into each others eyes. All that had then
been promised was certain and with
an affection infinitely sweeter and surer.
Tyrrel drew Ethel to his heart and on her
lips kissed the tenderest, proudest words
woman hears. MY dear wife,
This visit was their last adieu, all the
rest had been said and early the next
morning they left Monk-Rawdon station as