Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-17

IL WAS nearly q week pe1Orc EInet mao
this crisis to meet. She went down to II
with radiant face and charming manner.
and her reception was very cordial. Madam
would not throw down the glove until the
proper moment; besides. there were many
very interesting subjects to talk over. and
she wanted Ito find things out" that would
never be told unless tempers were propi-
tious. Added to these reasons was the solid
one that she really adored her grand
daughter, and was immensely cheered by
| the very sight OF the rosy, smiling
| tenance lifted to her sitting room window
| In passing She, indeed, pretended to be
there In order to get good light for her
new shell pattern, but she was watching
| for Ethel. and Ethel understood the she'll
pattern fiction very well. She had heard
something similar often.
My darling grandmother" she cried, II
| thought you would never come home
1T wasn't my fault. dear. Miss Hills
and an imbecile young doctor made me be-
| lieve had cold. had no cold. / had
nothing at all but what L ought TO have.
| I've been made to take all sorts of things
| and do all sorts of things that / hate to
| take and hate to do. For ten days I've
| been kicking my old heels against bed
! clothes. Yesterday l took things In my own
hands,"
Never mind. granny, dear, 1t was all
| a good discipline"
Discipline, You impertinent young lady,
| Discipline for your grandmother! Disci-
| pline, indeed That one word may cost
! you a thousand dollars miss"
| II don't care If 1t does, only you must
| give the thousand dollars to poor Miss
! Hills"
Poor Miss Hills has had most COM
| Portable time with me all summer
II know she has. consequently she will
| feel her comfortIess room and poverty all
| the more after 1t. Give her the thousand.
granny. I'm willing"
What kind of company have you been
| keeping. Ethel Rawdon2 Who has taught
| you to squander dollars by the thousand?
| Disciplined l think you are giving me a
! little thousand dollars a lesson IL
seems-no wonder, after the carryings-on at
Dawdon Court"
Dear grandmother. we had the loveliest
time you can Imagine. AND there is not, In
all the world, such noble old gentleman
as Squire Percival Rawdon."
Il know all about Percival Rawdon--a
proud, careless, extravagant. loose-at-ends
man, dancing and singing and loving as il
suited time and season, taking no thought
for the future, and spending with both
hands; hard on women, too. as could be-"
Grandmother, never saw more cour-
teous gentleman. He worships women. He
was never tired of talking about you"
What had he to say about me?'
That you were the loveiest girl in the
county, and that he never could forget the
first time he saw you. He said you were
like the vision of an angel
Nonsensei l was just pretty girl in a
book muslin frock and a white sash, with
rose at my breast. ! believe they use book
muslin for Innings now, but 1t did make the
sheerest, hghtest frocks any girl could
want. Yes / remember that time. l was
going to little party and crossing a mead
ow to shorten the walk, and Squire Perci-
val had been cut with his gun, and he laid
1t down and ran to help me over the stile
handsome young fellow he was then as
ever stepped in shoe leather
And he must have loved you dearly He
would sit hour after hour telling Ruth and
me how bright you were. and how all the
young beaux around Monk Rawdon adored
you"
Nonsense! Nonsensel 1 had beaux to
be sure. What pretty girl hasn't?"
And he said his brother Edward won
you because he was most worthy of your
love-
Well, now, chose Edward Rawdon be-
cause he was willing to come to America
| longed to get away from Monk-Rawdon
was faint and weary with the whole
stupid place. And the idea of living free
and equal life. and not caring what lords
and squires and their proud ladies said
or did, pleased me wonderfully We read
about Niagara and the great prairies and
the new bright cities, and Edward and /
resolved TO make our home there Your
grandfather wasn't a man TO like being
the squires brother He could stand
alone
Are you glad you came to American"
Never sorry a minute for it, Ten years
IN New York Is worth fifty years in Monk
Rawdon, or Rawdon Court either"
Squire Percival was very fond of me
He thought resembled YOU grandmother
as you were
We'll, Ethel dear you are handsome
enough for the kind of men you'll pick UP
In this generation-most of them bald at
thirty, wearing spectacles at twenty or
earlier. and in spite of the fuss they make
about athletics breaking all to nervous bits
about fifty
Grandmother, that is pure SANDER.
know some very fine young men, handsome
and athletic BOTH
Beauty is matter of taste. and as to
their athletics, they can run a mile with
blacksmith, but when the thermometer
rises to eighty-five degrees il knocks them
all to pieces. They sit tanning themselves
like school girls, and call for jueps and
ice water. I've got eyes yet, my dear
Squire Percival was a different kind of
man; he could follow the hounds all days
and dance all hight. The hunt had not a
rider like him: he baked at neither hedge,
gate, nor water; a right gallant, courage
Gus. honorable, affectionate gentleman as
ever Yorkshire bred, and she's bred lots OF
superfne ones. Whatever made him get
into such mess with his estate? Your
grandfather thought him as straight as
string in money matters.
You said just now he was careless and
eXtravagant."
''Weli, 1 did him wrong. and I'm sorry
for It, How did he manage to need eighty
thousand pounds?"
ut is rather pitful story, grandmoth-
err but he never once blamed those who
were in the wrong. His son for many years
had been the real manager of the estate.
He was a speculator; his grandsons were
wild and extravagant. They began to Dor
row money ten years ago and had TO go
on"
Whom did they borrow fromT
Fred Mostyn's father.
THE devili Excuse me, Ethel-but the
name suits and may stand
saThe dear old squire would have taken
the fault on himself IL he could have done
so They that wronged him were his own.
and they were dead. He never spoke OF
then, but with affection"
@poor PerciyaU Your father told me he
was now out of Mostyn's power; he said
Won had saved the estate. but he gave me
no particulars. How did you save itf'
Bought itv'
''Nonsenser
timber-everything
Then a rosy color overspread madams
face, her eyes sparkled, she rose to her
feet made Ethel a sweeping courtesy, and
said:
MY respect and congratulations to
Ethel Lady of Rawdon Manor"
Dear grandmother, what else could
do9'
you did right"
'.The squire is lord of the manor as long
as he lives NY father says l have done