The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-09-27


away eats into my heart and nearly
kills me. Somehow I always feel
that / can't talk about it. But you
will understand. Oh, know you will
understand perfectly"
TELL me-, said Mr.. Bromsgrove
again. Il am sure l shall under
stand"
CHAPTER VII.
Tormentilla's new peace had de-
serted her again. Even in doing good
to others she found no comfort now,
but she meant to go through with her
scheme for saving Audrey, of course,
and she wasn't going to let the vicar
break poor Minnies heart She was
in love with love-even the miseries
Of it-and she took all lovers to her
heart and cherished them. She
longed to help Audrey and Michael,
and even young Mrs Standring
even Lise should come under her
wing, if she would. What pity it
was that she didn't agree with her
husbandi
Tormentil1a couldn't at first see
any possible way of helping her, but
she would look out and the time
would surely come Lise fascinated
her. 1t is true that she couldn't quite
understand or approve of the callous-
ness she had shown about poor
Audrey, but she did not despair yet
of getting her to help with the great
scheme.
She called one afternoon to lay
further siege, and it was a great blow
to find her giving tea to her brother
in-law, that curious Mr.. Nigel. Lise
was curled up in her usual corner,
but she sprang up when Tormentilla
was announced and greeted her at
fectionately. She told her after
wards it was as if all the windows
had been suddenly opened to north
wind. Tormentilla wasn't quite sure,
when she thought it over, whether to
take this as compliment or not.
The little, white-faced vegetarian
was eating some of his. favorite bis
cult. and drinking milk and water.
II have been telling Mrs. Stand
ring" he remarked pleasantly, ''that
she has spoiled this cool green room
with all those red roses. A few Ma
donna lilies, dear lady. or a pot of
Spanish-not the German ones; they
are too famboyant. Red roses are
we'll, they are not for nous autres."
II love red roses!" TormentilIa
cried in amazement. They're my
favorite flower"
Youth, vandal youth" cried Mr..
Nigel pleasantly. RED roses and
waltz music and chocolate creams.
They come together, and together
they go. Red roses. dear child, may
be pleasing to the untutored eye, but
they are not art.
Lise opened her mouth to speak,
then shut it suddenly.
Dear lady" said her brother-in-
law. He walked slowly up to her,
retreated a few steps, then advanced
again. do say what you we're going
to say"
Tormentilla laughed out with child
ish enjoyment.
II expect Mrs Standring was going
to say that beauty-and art too--is in
the eye of the beholder. It's one of
Greenie's favorite remarks, and it's
extraordinarily comforting. I think
any flowers would look sweet in the
pretty, soft spring wood kind of color
of this room. Grass is green, isn't it,
and leaves and things?, The flowers
go with them all right"
mo, no. Mr.. Nigel tiptoed round
Lise's tea-table, daintily picking a
strawberry and dipping it into the
cream in his plate before he made a
sandwich of it. Mature is crude,
vulgar; you will see these things in
clearer light some day. Lise, will,
If may, go and find Jack. I didn't
know he was at home, but I just
caught glimpse of him in the gar
den.''
Lise laughed when he had gone.
I'VE don't quite sympathize with
his views, Jack and II she explained.
1--WE dined with him the other night
He has lovely house, you know
with hardly any furniture in it, and
the kind of chairs that make you
wonder why they are there. l never
felt so much inclined to sit on the
floor in my life. And the dinner!
He's vegetarian, you see, and my
husband is always extremely hungry,
and we neither of us could get enough
to eat. Luckily I'd ordered good
supper, something solid, to be ready
for us when we got in 1t was a
most curious meal, and you can't
imagine anything less satisfying. We
began with stuffed green peppers.
They weren't really half bad, and we
would both have eaten more of them
If we'd only known what was to fol-
low, but there was no menu and we
left it all, unfortunately, to Provi-
dence. The soup was cream of green
corn, but SO salt that we couldn't
touch it. Nigel has trained himself
to eat quantities of salt, to make him
live forever, though why any one
should wish to do that Nut outlets
came next, with tomato sauce. They
were Quite-well. quite interesting
only Jack loathes tomatoes and all
ways has from a child, and think
Nigel might have remembered II.
We grew desperate. and We made so
much too much OF the praised ban
anas in our hunger and despair, that
we felt quite i'll all the evening and
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