The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1910-01-21
LADY Carr
THE SEQUEL Or A LIFE.
MRS. OLIPHANT.
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BY MRS. OLlPHANT.

60 CRskGQOOQ, luLO HIS StSpldLu6F
face &c was very wroth to have his
pretensions thus made light of, but
the habitual faith of his age alarmed
him with a sense that it might be
true.
well mount one this afternoon"
his tormenter said; "it will be fun for
you and me, taking it down when
your mother goes out for her drive,
and hoisting it again when she comes
back. She deserves flag better than
you do, don't you think? Almost as
we'll as the Queen. The only danger
is that the country people might take
Easton for the Beaufort Arms, and
want to come in and drink beer
What do you Think"
"I say, Beau, are you in real earn
est about a f1ag?"
"To be sure. I don't know what
you have on yours at the Towers, but
have a famous blazon on the Beau
fort one. Well get a square of silk
from your mother and paint it as soon
as we go in, forget what your arms
are, Tom"
II don't know" said the boy hum
bly,. II never heard anything about
them. I didn't know you had arms
on flag"
"Ah!" said Beaufort, "you own
there are a great many things you
don't know yet. And about matters
that concern gentlemen, I wouldn't
advise you either to take nurses opin-
ion or that of your young man whose
father is in trade"
Tom rode along by his stepfather's
side in silence for some time. He felt
much taken down-crushed by a SUI
periority-which he could not resist,
yet very unwilling to yield. There
was always the uncomfortable convic-
tion in his mind that what Beaufort
said must be true, mingled with the
uneasy feeling that Beau might be
chatting all the time, combination
confusing for every simple mind. He
felt instinctively that flag at Easton
would turn his own grandeur, which
he believed in so devoutly, into ridi-
cule; for Easton was not much more
than villa, in the suburbs of a little
town. At the same time he could not
but feel that to haul it up and down
when his mother went out or came in
would be fun; and the painting of the
flag with grand muddle of paints
and means OF construction in general
still greater fun, and the most de-
lightful way of spending the after
noon.
Il say, Beau" he asked after long
interval, whats in your arms, as you
call them? 1 should like to know"
"You should not ask what's in
them, but what they are, Tom. A fell
low of your pretentions ought to
know. Fancy a chatelaine in ignor-
ance of such a matter"
whats a chatelaine? You are
only laughing at me-" cried the boy,
with lowering eyebrows. "It's thing
mother wears at her side all hanging
with silver chains"
Its the master of place-like
what you suppose yours to be. My
arms are rather too grand for SIM
pie gentleman to have. We quarter
the shields of France and England"
said Beaufort, gravely, forgetting who
his companion vas for the moment:
Then he laughed again. I'm sure,
Tom, though 1 have not castle 1
have flag almost as grand as the
Queens"
All this was rather humbling to
poor Toms pride, and confusing to
his intellect, but he came home full
Of plans of painting and putting up
this wonderful flag. There was an
Did flagstaff somewhere, which had
been used for the decorations of some
school feast. Beaufort, much amused,
instructed his small assistant to paint
this in alternate stripes of blue and
white. "The colors of the bordure.
you know, Tom" ooh, are they?"
cried Tom, determined to pretend to
understand. And Lady Car found
him in the early afternoon, in a shed
appropriated to .carpentering behind
The house, delightfully."- occupied about
The task, and with patches of blue and
white all over him from shoe to chin
what are you doing, Tom?" she
cried Janet following stood trans
Fixed with her eyes widening every
moment-half with Wonder-half
with envy. What she would have
given to paint the staff and flag, in
imitation of Tom.
It's the colors of the bordure," said
the boy. Il am doing it for Beau"
"The colors of what?" Lady Car
was as ignorant of heraldry as Tom
himself.
Have we got a bordure? and
what's our colors? and l want to
know what are the arms, mother.
mean my arms; for l suppose" the
boy said, pausing in his work to look
at her, yours are just like Beaus
Gow?"
What does the boy mean" said
Carry. Janet, you must not go too
near him, you will spoil your frock.
Tom, your Jacket will never be fit to
be seen again"
Il don't care for my jacket. Moth
er, look here. Beau is going to put
up flag for you like the Queen, and
I'm doing the stick, But 1 want to
know about: my own. shield, and my
;olors; andsif rye got a bordure, and
# we're in quarters, or what. l want
20 know how about the flag at the
Tc-Ecrs
Lady Car made a step backwards
is if she had received blow. There
was no flag at the TOwers-I mean
there were no arms upon it-there
vas no-who- put such nonsense into
your head, Tom?"
1T is not nonsense. Beau told me
he's going to give r2e a lesson how
to do it. He knows all about it. He
says it no use asking nurse or Har-
rison, majg'~whose father is in trade.
It's onl, gentlemen that have this
sort of thing. Mother, have l got a
bordure?"
"Moyer," said little Janet, "please
buy him a bordure.".
Poor Carry was not fond Of any
2IIusion to her former home She was