The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-02-06
VIXEN
Ss
BY Miss M. z. Rr0ddon.


on hill and plain, and the happy pigs
had devoured all the beech-nutS, Mr..
Vawdrey and his wife came back from
their exploration of Alpine SHOWS and
peaceful Swiss villages, to the good old
Abbey house. Their six months honey
moon had been all gladness. They
were the veriest boy and girl husband
and wife who had ever trodden those
beaten tracks. And now they came
back to the Forest, bronzed by many a
long days sunshine, and glowing with
health and high spirits. The glass of
Time seemed to be turned backward
at the Abbey house; for all the old SER
wants came back, and white-haired old
Bates ruled in the well filled stables,
and all things were as in the dead and
gone squire's time.
Among Rcdericks' wedding gifts was
one from Lord Mallow-Bullfnch. the
best horse in that nobleman's stable.
Il know your wife would like you
to have her fathers favorite hunter"
wrote lord Mallow. Tell her that he
has never been sick or sorry since he
has been IN my stable, and that 1 lave
always taken particular care of him,
for her sake"
Among Violet's presents was a dia-
mond bracelet from Lady Mallow, ac-
companied by a very cordial letter;
and almost the first visit that the
Vawdreys received after they came
home vas from Lord and Lady Nal
low. The first great dinner to which
they We're hidden was at Briarwood.
where il seemed a curious thing for
Rorie to 80 as a guest.
Matrimopy with the man of her
choice has wondrously improved
Mabel Ashbourne. She was less self
sufficient aud more conciliating. Her
ambition, hitherto confined to the de-
sire to excel all other women in her
W person, had assumed a less sci.
fish form. She was now only am
bilious for her husband. She looked
forward ~complacently TO the day when
she and Lord Mallow would be reign
ing at Dublin castle, and when Hiber.
MAN arts and industries would revive
and flourish under her fostering care.
Pending that happy state of things she
wore Irish poplin, and Irish lace, Irish
stockings, and Irish linen. She at
tended her msjesty's drawing-room on
ST. Patrick's day, with a sprig of real
shamrock-sent her by one of her hus-
bands tenantry-among the diamonds
that sparkled on her bosom.
Vvb;1a tho Tricbpoan ond b;c r;fo ~
sue their distinguished career, Rorie
and Vixen live the life they love, in
the Forest where they were born, dis
pensing happiness within a narrow cir
Gle, but dearly loved wheresoever they
are known, and the old men and wo-
men in the scattered villages round
about the Abbey house rejoice in the
good cid times that have come again;
just rs hearty pleasure-loving Eng
land vas glad when the stern rule Of
the Protector and the crop-headed
saints gave place to the reign of tho
Merry King.
From afar there m news of Cap
tain Carmichael, who has married a
Jewish lady at Frankfort, only daugh-
ter and heiress OF a well known money
lender. The bride is reported ugly
and i~lliterate, but there is no doubt as
to her fortune. The captain has
bought a villa at Monaco-in the midst
of orange groves, the abandoned play.
thing of an Austrian princess; and he
has hired an apartment in one of the
new avenues, just outside the Arc de
Tr:omphe, where, as his friends In.
tic;pate, he will live in grand style, and
receive the pleasantest people in
Paris. He, too, is happy after his kind.
and has won the twenty thousand
pound prize in the lottery of life; but
it is altogether a different kind of hap
piness from the simple and unalloyed
delight of Rorie and Vixen, in their
home among the beechen woods, whose
foliage sheltered them when they
were children.
THE END.1