Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1909-08-20
CHAPTER VII.

Richard Saville was not favorite
with his mother, though he had never
,tyan her the least trouble. He was
tall. slight young man, but there was
m dignity in his height, for it was
centralized by stoop conveying the
,n7DressIon that he had not strength
enough to hold himself upright. His
manners were cold, though gentle, and
he gave a general impression Of Ian
grid circulation and extreme correct
nass He had inherited something of
the gaville Indifference to everything
awe his own peculiar tastes or fan
,ias and a good deal of his uncle Ev-
arton's obtuseness as regarded person
al distinction. His keen-sighted moth
or soon perceived than her f1rst-born
would never fulfil her ambitious aspi
ratIons. and this contributed to her
strong preference for her younger son,
m whose career she had built her
homes. though his choice Of a profess
sion had greatly annoyed her. Hugh
had inherited all the plebeian energy
wealthy and useful member of the
community, and he cared little for any
Dersonal distinction not earned by
himself Nature intended him for
radical. and the accidents of birth and
early association gave him certain
artgtocratic leanings, which made him
tolerably round-minded man.
He and his brother were excellent
friends, In spite of the low estimate
each had of the others tastes.
The arrival of Richard was, on the
whole an agreeable change in the rou-
tine Of life at Inglefield He soon dis
covered that Hope Desmond was
symDathetic listener; he therefore con
6ded to her the great scheme he had
conceived Of compiling a book to con,
tain all the English phrases and prov
cribs that were distinctly derived from
the Anglo Saxon, and he soon grew
sufficiently familiar to ask If Miss
Desmond would be so good as to assist
him In his work, whenever his mother
could spare her.
Il will do so with pleasure, Mr.. Sa-
Vile" she returned, in her frank, fear
less way. But you must ask your
mothers permission, and before me.
She Is a person not to be trifed with
Il know that" he said, hastily, land
I will do so on the first opportunity.
Which he did, in nervous, hesttattng
way.
Who cares for Saxon phrases?" re,
piled Mrs Saville, contemptuously.
Miss Desmond would be more useful
Iy employed making flannel petticoats
for my poor old women. However, If
she chooses to bestow some of her
spare half-hours on your investigation
Of such a dust-heap, am sure she has
my consent"
Hope Desmond's time was pretty
well occupied, for she had come to be
secretary as we'll as companion to her
active employer; still, she gave Rich
ard Saville what parings Of time she
could, and, if occasionally bored, was
not little amused at the profound i'm
portanCe he attached to his work.
But Richard Saville's presence en-
tailed other changes. Captain Lumley
found it suited him to ride over very
often to luncheon, and sometimes to
dinner staying the night, almost with
out distinct invitation from the hos
tess who seemed to think two such
Hedglings beneath her notice Young
Lumley did his best to attract Hopes
notice and f1attered himself that she
smiled upon him.
So YOU have really managed to sur
WICKLOW long?-f1ve weeks under my
aunt's Jurisdiction" he said, having
discovered Hope with a book In her
hand in one of the shady hooks Of the
garden one day after luncheon.
1 have and without any difficulty"
she returned, making room for him on
Ine seat beside her, as she greeted him
with kindly smile. He readily &C
eepted the place, thinking he had al
ready made an impression. Mrs Sa-
vile has been very nice and pleasant.
II she were not I would not stay"
SLeasant! Come, that's little too
much. She Is an uncommon bright
woman, know, but it's In the flash-of
lightning style, and lightning some
tines kills, you know"
Well, she hasn't killed me-"
No, I fancy you take great deal
OF killing. Perhaps that's because you
are so killing yourself"
Oh, Captain Lumley! that is a style
OF compliment you might offer to a
oaTmaid. 1t is not worthy of gallant
what are you-hussar?" said Hope,
laughing spontaneously.
You have taken a leaf out of Mrs.
oaVllle's book" cried Lumley, while he
thought What teeth she has-regular
pearls" IF you are as hard on me
- she Is" he continued, aloud. 81 shall
uot De able to live here"
suppose you are NOT Obliged to
stay?"
Well, no; but I do not like to go
away"