Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-08-02

which he insisted, gathered the sup
per things together and carried them
into the back place, whittier Margaret
presently retired to wash them up.
Then he lighted his pipe, and after
lounging about a little got some
books and writing material out Of
drawer and spread them on the
table in preparation for an evenings
study. For Mr.. James Britten had
ambition. and meant to rise in the
world.
On this occasion. however, he had
only just opened a book when the
latch of the door was lifted. and
girls clear. high-bred voice said:
May l come in, Mrs. Britten-are
YOU there"
Before Jim could respond Margaret
had. heard Miss Phillipa Manners
the back place with smiles all over
her countenance.
Eth, bless your bonny face, Miss"
she cried. The idea of seeing you
at this time of the day. But you
tons ever since YOU was a little
@.rl
Well. my notion this evening,
"a :. DIllhcH, was tidI must
really have good walk before din
ner." said Phillipa, laughing, so
/ made Ann Mary come round the
! woods with me, and we were so
near you l felt that / must look in.
Ann Mary, jim" she continued, Civ
| ing the young checkweighman an
arch look, is homewhere outside
perhaps peeping through the window.
Hadn't you better go and see?"
oh. Miss Philllpa. Miss Phillipa :"
said Margaret, when Jim shot out OF
the cottage with remarkable
alacrity. The idea OF you encour-
+ aging young people in their love
! affairs"
We'll. why shouldn't 7. Mrs. Brit
! ten" asked Phillipa. I'm sure it's
a very delightful thing TO see young
| people so much in love with each
! other as Jim and Ann Mary are.
! And l think Ann Mary deserves a
| treat-I have made her walk so far.
| And / thought, Mrs. Britten, that
( while they have their little tain; out
| side you would perhaps treat me to
| a glass of that delicious cowslip
! wine that you gave me last time
was here-it won't spoil my dinner,
| can assure YOU"
"Eh. that 1t won't, Miss. nor a bit
| OF my home made Seed-cake, nei-
Their" exclaimed Margaret, busting
into the next room. No, I'll war
rant 'em both TO do nobody harm"
Left to herself for the moment,
Phillipa Mannersley's pretty face
changed. as suddenly as q hillside
bathed in sunshine changes when a
sudden storm, sudden sweeping OF
cloud and rain, blots out all the
| light and color. 1t was a pretty
| Vivacious, laughing face which had
! so Unexpectedly presented itself In
| the little cottage; as Margaret
back was turned it became ar
anxious and troubled face.
The violet eyes grew dark with q
strange perpleXity: the warm, smil-
ing mouth became drawn and sad
the slender fingers interlaced them
selves restlessly. And as if against
their will the violet eyes lifted
themselves to a photograph which
hung on one side of the mantel-
piece-an extensively framed photo
| graph of young man between
whom and herself there was more
than a likeness. She sat gazing al
| the fire with a troubled expression
until she heard q jingle of glass
|
AS Margaret re-entered with q
tray the previous vivacity of voice
and manner returned. A moment
later she was laughing and chatting
to the old woman as If she had not
care in the world.
Meanwhile, Mr.. James Britten
! whose lady-lOve, a winsome nader
named Ann Mary Riley. Miss Man
nersley's protege from childhood
and now her attached and faithful
maid, had waited his coming at the
garden gate, was being drawn by
that young lady out of all possible
earshot of the cottage. There was
something mysterious in the way ir
which Ann Mary led him away. But
at last she paused in the shadow OF
Il hedgerow.
Jim" she whispered. weren't
you surprised TO see Miss phillipa
! tOnight?"
Il vas a bit surprised" Jim ad-
mitted.
shes come on purpose to see
YOU" she whispered. Il believe
there's some trouble. I was to tel
YOU that when she comes out you're
to go a little way down the patti
with us. She wants to speak to you
about something. Jim; she's In
awful trouble. She cried once OF
twice coming here, and I've only
once seen her cry before. and that
was Which,
Hush. hush. lass" said Jim
Lets go back and wait outside the
door -