The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-05-14
CHAPTER LII.

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There is pause. Everyone looks as il
in search OF something once known. but
forgotten for years and years Hilary
alone smiles.
II declare / had forgotten all about
hertz cries May, growing suddenly excit-
ed. But now l remember she is our
cousin-our first cousin, isn't she, Hilary?
Her mother was our aunt-Uncle Lucien's
sister, Yet imagine" spreading her pref
ty hands abroad for mere charming sec
ond. 1--WE have none of us ever yet seen
her. Have you, Hilary? No? Then
where was she when last we were all
hereT'
Where you ought to have benin the
school ROOM" returns her brother, laugh
ing.
You are wrong" says Mrs Clarence
"She was in Paris with that precious
mother of hers"
lis she there still?" asks Everard
"Oh, no. she is here now. as | tell
you. Has been here indeed for some
time ever since her mothers death, which
took place about six years ago. She is
living in an old house seven miles from
this, with some relations of her father
called Deane."
Fancy that" says Mary. isn't il
ridiculous that one can't see her? Ones
OWL cousin, and only seven miles away ~
I'm a great old rambling house." goes
on Hilary, taking up Dolly Clarence's
revelations. He has not as yet. however,
seen the house of the unknown cousin.
a regular barracks of a place, I'm told !;
huge, empty; and with dilapidated mill
at the end of the lawn, or somewhere"
Her father used to work it," says
Gilbert Grey lat least so am told"
Her grandfather :" corrects Mrs. Clar-
ence. Thank heaven they are neither
of them alive now. suppose in a way,
they would be relations-of a sort-too."
"A miller" puts in May a little dis
painfully.
'Weli, yes and no" says her brother.
IF you allude to her father, hardly that,
in the usual acceptation of the term, as
l believe though he still made pretence
of working the mill, he let 1t go to ire
trievable ruin. He was a decent enough
sort of fellow l have heard-cOnnected
not so badly either on his mothers side
but not quite-you know" with COM
prehensive nod all round "A bookworm.
too, which is fatal if one is not-exactly
you see"
'Pity Sir Lucien won't recognize her, y
says Gilbert Grey, who has a good heart
| if very jealous one.
PITY he should recognize her now.
puts in Captain Adare with shrug. IF
he had recognized her long ago. some
| thing might have been made of her, but
now-she must be child of the soil in
deed
"A little touch of injustice somewhere,
suggests Everard with a pensive express
sion. 1t brings a smile to the lips OF
Mrs. Clarence. She knows him. When
had he ever done justice to anyone?
| well, / agree with Hilary" says
| May in her little rushy way. IAN i'm
possible, vulgar, countryfied girl by this
time. How is she to be acceptedf Oh !!
-impatiently. How could Uncle Lu-
cien's sister have married so dreadfully :?
I've just been telling you it wasn't
| so bad as all that" says her brother
"He was miller certainly, SO was his
father and grandfather, and great-grand-
father. / believe, before him; and really
nowadays If one can show up three gen.
erations one ought to get the Victoria
| Cross. What the girl is like is the ques-
ton. Run wild, shouldn't wonder. The
| old mill is standing still, l hear
Every STILL" says Everard, with
| laugh. at was in the last stage OF de
| cay when we were here-how many years
ago." turning to Mrs. Clarence, who
| gives him glance in return that makes
| him laugh inwardly. well, when we
were here yesterday.
But what has all this got to do with
our mysterious cousinr asks Mr.. Nc
Grath, who has been weaving all the silk
en- things in the room into sort OK lassc