The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-11-05
CHAPTER VII.

Richard Saville was not a favorite
with his mother though he had never
given her the least trouble. He was
tall slight young man, but there was
no dignity in his height, for it was
neutralized by a stoop conveying the
impression that he had not strength
enough to hold himself upright His
manners were cold, though gentle, and
he gave a general impression of Ian
guild circulation and extreme correct
ness He had inherited something OF
the Saville Indifference to everything
save his own peculiar tastes or fan
Giles, and good deal of his uncle Ev-
erton's obtuseness as regarded person
al distinction. His keen-sighted moth
er soon perceived that her f1rst-born
would never fulfil her ambitious aspl
rations, and this contributed to her
strong preference for her younger son.
on whose career she had built her
hopes, though his choice of profes-
sion had greatly annoyed her. Hugh
had inherited all the plebeian energy
which made his maternal grandfather
a wealthy and useful member OF the
community, and he cared little for any
personal distinction not earned by
himself Nature intended him for
radical and the accidents of birth and
early association gave him certain
aristocratic leanings, which made him
a tolerably round minded man.
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
sympathetic listener; he therefore con-
f1ded 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.
II will do so with pleasure, Mr.. Sa-
ville," she returned, in her frank, fear
less way. But you must ask your
mothers permission, and before me.
She is 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 a nervous, hesitating
way.
60 hro 70,
piled Mrs. Saville, contemptuously.
Miss Desmond would be more useful
ly 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, l am sure she has
my consent
Hope Desmonds time was pretty
we'll occupied, for she had come to be
secretary as well 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 flattered himself that she
smiled upon him.
$50 you have really managed to sur
WICKLOW long?-five weeks under nv
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.
81 have, and without any difficulty "
she returned, making room for him on
the seat beside her, as she greeted him
with a kindly smile He readily ac.
cepted the place, thinking he had al.
ready made an impression. Mrs. Sa.
vile has been very nice and pleasant
If she were not would not stay."
Pleasant! Come, that's a little too
much. She Is an uncommon BRIGHT
Sh-nf
lightning style, and lightning some.
times kills, you know"
'.Well, she hasn't killed me-"
'No, I fancy you take a great dea,
of killing. Perhaps that's because YOU
are so killing yourself"
.Oh, Captain Lumley! that is STYLE
of compliment you might offer to a
barmaid. 1t Is not worthy of a gallant
what are you-hussar?" said Hope.
laughing good-humored1y.
"You have taken a leaf out of Mrs.
Saville's book" cried Lumley, while he
thought, What teeth she has-regular
pearls," IF you are as hard on me
as she is" he continued, aloud, II shall
not be able to live here"
II suppose you are noe Obliged to
stay?"
well, no; but do not like to go
away"
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