Penistone, Stocksbridge and Hoyland Express, etc. — 1908-08-29 (Penistone, South Yorkshire, England)

MARGARET L. woos, Author of "A Village Tragody " "The bonds." "Wild Justice," Lialier Vauhonirigh," he., ke.  Thus, full of tmcomforteile thoughts, she walked up the long drive teniugh the pretty park, its undulations dotted wit l 1 the red and white grazing cattle, over the bridge across the ornamental water, and go, with &glimpse of trim garden through a laurel hedge, to the front of the house. It was a big Site house with a portico, neither teautiful nor venerable, yet with a certain substantial dignity of its own. Except that some of the shrubs had become tree!, the place was unaltered in every detail Since she had first men it thirty odd rears ago. Elizabeth was moved, 'whether pleaseuebly or painfully she hardly knew, by this un- ...... alteredneas ; which was, in truth, the form .. in which Squire Meade's character had The Squire looked too, ard saw traces of tears stamped itself on him surroundings. It seemed in his wife's eyes as well as in Mrs. Venee. like a dream, a fantastic dream, that her Bessie His face, exuberantly rosy between its white might one day be mistrese of this big house, whiskers, took a slightly yellow tinge under the sweeping in her carriage and pair up that drive I red. • where Elizabeth was wont to trudge afoot, i -What's the matter with the lad?" he asked Stepping aside and curtseying when that same eheeely• "A. aeeide'd ? " carriage passed by. Elizabeth would not have ' "No, no. lie's quite well," returned Mrs. been lounian if the thought had teemed her no ' Meade hastily. She sat down on the sota and pleasure, if it had not crossed her mind that ! again shaded her fare with her hand. there was a point of view from which elle was 1 'What about him? riot into a hirrape?" doing a foolish thing in coming here today, in 1 Mrs. Meade answered faintly. "Yes." opposition to Mr. Geoffrey's expressed wish. ! "Young ass! 11,3 W the theme as h lie contrived hevertheless she went on. Yet it may have been :to do that ? Been poaching, Mrs. Vyue, or owing. to the subtle influence of such thoughts ' What ?" that, Instead of turning off towards the Lack of I Elizabeth looked again at Mrs. Meade, but she the house,- she went straight iii to the portico, I made no re-iponae. As much of her face as =dearer the clanging bell by the great mahogany ' could be seen was very pale. door. The smart young footman who appeared "Come, Mrs. Yens,' said the Squire imin &newer to it., did not look pleased wlien he patiently, "out with it. It's not murder. I saw what class of person it was who had rung suppoare." at the front dog, thus obliging him very heathy Elizabeth began. —the Squire was furious if a visitor rang twice "My darter, sir"—she said—"your son, —to tear off his apron and plunge into his livery my darter Bessie---" mil paused. cost. There was, however, a certain dignity and Standing in that sumptuous drawing-room, self-possession about Mrs. Valle which presented face to face with the Squire himself, it seemed him from expressing his feelings of disgust. She 1 Elizabeth found it an impossible thing to say: nubs William has told you in this Corner sat down in a high-backed chair in the large I "Your son is engaged to marry my wughter." of many lade who hate- done heroin deede— . inner hall. She hes sometimes seen a poor woman I The Squire's eice became stern. lade whom names 11 ', been banded down sitting there in old days, when the baize door, "Do you mean to say my son's been behaving from generation to 4neirrstion, Ilswanse in dividing the hall from the servants' quarters had like a scoundrel to your daughter?" hours of danger they it hour& a others and swung open. The polished fl air which reflected "No, no, sir. Don't you go thinking that. I've not of themselves. NOW, let him tell you everything upon it like still water, the !arge oak Weer suspected 'on of any dishonest dealing of another weenie ilero f table, the skins and savage weapons on the eith my girl. If I had "—and there was • • walls, the patine in the jardiniire—everythiog trill of maternal fierceness in Elizabeth's voice TEE LAD WHO SAVED THE was erg ter -sin° And ri.• the is,lino. wiiis;se —"I should be acting very different from what I the wide double staircase divided, the tall Dutch 1 ere No, sir; but it seems Master Greoffrey got