Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-04-03
CHAPTER Iv.-tcontinued.)


she quickly recovered. When Mohun
comes in we make no mention of the
garden; l do not believe my cousin sees
any improvement, and if she does it has
no interest for her.
l am alone again till after lunch, for
Cousin Elizabeth retires to her rooms.
I hope l am not going to have another
solitary day; l am so accustomed to a
varied life that do not like being alone
/ garden little to while away the
hours, but am distinctly thankful when
/ hear Mohun's voice calling me in the
early afternoon.
| find him in the avenue with beau
tiful spaniel jumping up at him.
Annette, have brought you a dog"
"Oh, thank youi" l exclaim. 81 shall
love him. How good of you'll"
He is only pup; you will have to
train him.
what is his manner" I ask.
81 thought we would call him DON"
he says; your horse was Rozinante, and
as you are an admirer of Cervantes we
will name him Don Quixote, and call him
Don for short. l want you to come for
walk up the mountain now, you have
uOt SSCAl SAAO iOuSsl VI tlC ivy NGI. OOu
shall have his first lesson in manners
today"
We walk up the mountain side by
side, the dog gamboling between us.
The scenery could hardly be surpassed
in any part of the kingdom, and event
ually we come within sight of the Tough,
lying below in the valley.
On the one side the mountains rise
rugged and bold in appearance, their
gray rock and purple heather contrasting
with the thickly wooded heights and
slopes of tie opposite shore; little to
the right the bog lies dark and somber
what an ideal place!" I cry.
eyes, isn't it 2" he answers gravely.
'There is no place like it to me. In
deed it would be hard to find the person
it did not suit. 1t has pleasure mex
haustible, whether for the mountain
climber, the lover of beautiful scenery,
the sportsman of gun or rod, the anti
quarian, or geologist. l am enthusiastic
over my country cannot help it."
81 don't wonder"
"There is one thing you must beware
of, Annette, and that is the bog 1t is
more a morass than anything else; if
you slipped on it in one part you would
be completely sucked down with fatal
results. 1 know my way about it, but
you must never 60 alone"
"What is that mountain over there ?"
] ask.
"That is Lac -an-eisg. 1t belongs to
Sir Joseph Ryves."
HAS he a nephew?" I ask, the name
striking me as familiar. 81 know
Capt. Ryves; he told me he was going to
his uncle's in Ireland for shooting"
Eyes," Mohun says sharply. "But how
do you know himY"
"Oh," l reply, laughing at his lowering
expression, "he is a great friend of
minel"
Mohun's face looks as black as thun-
der cloud; / suppose he is jealous. A
spirit of teasing takes possession of me,
and / praise Capt. Ryves, his handsome
face and charming manners.
81 hope he will soon come; it viii
brighten us up a bit. You must own
that you are not the gayest of company
yourself just now, and you cannot blame
me for wanting change"
"If you like feather-b Drained young
sdiots," Mohun says, Capt. Ryves will
exactly satisfy you"
Il am easily satisfied, but l must at
least have good temper"
suppose you mean 10 lmply--
Nothing, except that you are silly
old goose. Race me down the mountain,
it will perhaps restore your equanimity"
and l catch up my long skirt and run.
Mohun soon RECEIVERS his temper, but
we are not destined to reach home quite
as soon as / expected. As we arrive at
the foot of the mountain a succession of
screams meets our ears.
OOH M hot &c ~ T orr opd rro both
make for the spot whence the sounds
proceed as quickly as we can. The
screams increase as we draw near, and
I'VE soon find they come from one of
the rectory twins. The other one is ~
ing at the foot of tree and appears to
be seriously injured.
Mohun rushes towards him, not stop
ping to ask question, but taking in the
whole situation at a glance.
He has severed an artery in his arm"
Mohun says tersely and as he hastily
lmprovises a torniquet Tommy explains
as well as he can for his sobs the cause
of the accident
"Chrissie and me just climbed up the
tree, and sure Chrissie was only after
scraping the bafk off wild his knife and
down he fell, and the knife went into
him, and that's all"
"Well, it's lucky for you we were here,
kiddy. Annette, just give he that calico
thing you have wound round your neck"
meekly take off my dainty cambria
and lace fchu, and under Mohun's direc-
tions tear it into strips. l look with
amazement and admiration at my cousin
as he delCIy binds up the little boys
arm. He displays the skill of surgeon
added to the gentleness and feeling of
woman, and all the time his fingers move
he is comforting and soothing Christie
He raises the boy in his arms and pill
lows the little pale blood-stained face
softly against his shoulder. The child
smiles afFectionately up into Mohun's
lace and then closes his large dark eyes.
Annette" says Mohun, would you
mind running on first to the rectory and
telling Mrs. Craigh7 / am afraid the
sight of this little injured figure would
give her a shock. Be sure and tell her
that ha IL oil sc1&