Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-04-01
CHAPTER VII.

Richard Saville was not q favorite |
with his mother, though he had never |
given her the least trouble. He was a
tall, slight young man, but there was
no dignity in his height, for 1t was
noutralixed 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
ness. He had inherited something Of
the Saville indifference to everything
save his own peculiar tastes or fam
eios. and good deal of his uncle Ev.
orton's obtuseness as regarded person
Il distinction. His keen-sighted moth
e. soon perceived that her nrst-born
would never fulfil her ambitious aspi-
rations, and this contributed to her
strong preference for her younger son.
on whose career she had built her
hopes, though his choice of profess
sion had greatly annoyed her. Hugh
had inherited all the plebeian energy
which made his maternal grandfather
. wealthy and useful member of the
community, and he cared little for any
personal distinction not earned by
himself. Nature intended him for q
radical, and the accidents of birth and
early association gave him certain
aristocratic 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 Ingleneld. He soon dis
covered that Hope Desmond was a
sympathetic listener; he therefore con-
Ndod to her the great scheme he had
conceived OF compiling q book TO CON
tain all the English phrases and prov
CRIBS that were distinctly derived from
the Anglo Saxon, and he soon grew
Su1acientiy familiar to ask II Miss
Desmond would be 50 good a. to assist
him In his work. whenever his mother
could spare her.
II will do 50 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 trined with"
81 know that" he said. hastily. and
/ win do 30 on the first opportunity"
which he did. In q nervous, hesitating
way.
"Who cares for Saxon phraSes?" re-
plied Mrs. Saville, contemptuo
sgNRtn. TNa.v,aor4 -,,a,,IH h. v,oopA vaoP,Vl
" employed making flannel petticoats
for my poor old women. However, II
abe chooses to bestow some Of her
spare half-hours on your investigation
Of such dust-heap. am sure she has
my consent"
Hope Desmond's time was pretty
wall 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
eonld, and, II 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
dinner. staying the night, almost with.
out distinct invitation from the hos
teas, who seemed to think two such
Aedgiings beneath her notice. Young
Lumley did his best to attract Hopes
notice, and hattered himself that she
smiled upon him.
$50 you have really managed to sur
WICKLOW longf-fve weeks under my
annt'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.
II have, and without any dificulty, -
she returned, making room for him on
the seat beside her, AZ she greeted him
with kindly smile. He readily &C
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 toe
much. She Is an uncommon bright
woman. know, but it's In the fiash-ot
lightning style, and lightning some
times kills, you know"
well, she hasn't killed me-
mo, / fancy you take a great dOa,
Of killing. Perhaps that's because You
are 30 killing yourself"
"oh. Captain Lumlsyl that is a styi,
Of compliment you might offer to ,
barmAid. It Is not worthy Of gallan
what are you-hussar?" said Hope
laughing spontaneously.
you have taken leaf out OF Mr.
sayille's book" cried Lumley, while b
thought What teeth she has-regula
pearlsl" IF you are as hard on m
As she is, he continued, aloud, II shal
not be able to live here"
Il suppose you are NOT Obliged t
Stayf"
well. moi but do not like to 2
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