The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-07-12
CHAPTER III.


into the room, Frightening up its most
sOmber corners. 1t lay across the quilt
of her bed, and seemed to bring out the
perfume of lavender from the pillow
on which her head reposed.
Allne, hearing her mistress stir,
FASTENED ut once to her bedside.
cit is half-past nine. madam, and
your breakfast Is here. The old i'm
beetle from the kitchen has Just
brought it up"
Louise looked approvingly at the
breakfast tray, with the homemade
bread and deep-yellOw butter, the
brown eggs and clear honey. The
smell of the coffee was aromatic. She
breathed a little sigh of content.
How delicious everything looks !"
she exclaimed.
The homemade things are well
enough in their way, madam" Aline
household so strange and diSagreeable.
That NJ Jennings, who calls himself
the butler-he Is person unspeak-
able, savage!"
LOuise'S eyes twinkled.
Il don't think they are fond of wOm-
IN In this household, Aline," she re-
marked. Tell me, have you seen
CharlesW
Charles has gone to the nearest
blacksmith's forge to get something
made for the ear madam" Aline re-
piled. "He asked me to say that he
was afraid he would not be ready to
start before midday"
THAT does not matter" Louise de-
clared, gazing eagerly out of the case
ment window. Immediately below was
graSS-grOwn orchard which stretched
upward, at a precipitous angle, toward
belt of freshly plowed field beyond,
little chain of rocky hills. sheer over
head. The trees We're pink and white
with blossom; the petals lay about
upon the ground like drifted snow
flakes. Here and there yellow jon
Iuils were growing among the long
grass. A watt of perfume stole into
the room through the window which
she had opened.
Fill my bath quickly, Aline," Louise
ordered Il must go out. want to see
whether it is really as beautiful as 1t
looks"
Alne dressed her mistress In ST.
lenCe. Then, suddenly, q little eXcla-
nation escaped her. She swung round
toward her mistress, and for once there
vas animation in her face.
But, madam" she exclaimed, II
have remembered The name Strange
wey. Yesterday morning you read it
out while you took your coffee. You
spoke of the good fortune of some
farmer in the north of England to
whom some relative in Australia had
left Il great fortune-hundredS and
thousands of pounds. The name was
Straugewey, the same as that. | re-
member it now"
She pointed once more to the family
parted lips.
You are quite right, Aline. | re-
member it all perfectly now. wonder
whether it could possibly be either Of
these two men?"
Aline shook her head dOubtfully.
1T would be unbelievable, madam"
she decided. Gould any sane human
creatures live here, with no company
hytt hn q hn
had money-mOney to live in the
cities, to buy pleasures, to be happy?
Unbelievable, madam"
Louise remained standing before the
window. She was watching the BIOS
sOm-laden boughs of one of the apple
trees bending and swaying in the fresh
morning breeze-watching the restless
shadows which came and went upon
the grass beneath.
That is just your point of view,
Aline," she murmured; but happiness
well. you would not understand.
They are strange men, these two"
Louise found her way without diff
,cClty across Cobbled yard, through
pnStern gate set in red-brick wall,
into the orchard. At the farther end
she came to gate, against which she
rested for moment, leaning her arms
upon the tOpmOst bar. Before her was
the little belt of plowed earth, the
fresh, pungent OdOr of which was a
new thing to her; little way to the
right the rolling mOOrland, starred
with clumps of gorSe; in front, across
the field on the other side of the gray
stone wall the rOCk-strewn hills. The
sky--unusually blue 1t seemed to her,
aAd dotted all over with little masses
~ fleecy, white clouds--seemed some
how lower and nearer; or was she, per
hlps, higher up?
She fingered there, absolutely bewil-
dared by the rapid growth in her brain
and senses of what surely must be
some newly kindled faculty of appre-
cLAtiOn. There was a beauty in the
world which she had not felt before.
She turned her head almost lazily at
the sound of mans voice. A team of
horses, straining at plOw, were COM
ing round the bend OF the field, and by
their side, talking to the laborer who
guided them, was John Strangewey.
She watched him as he came into
sight up the steep rise. He walked in