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Loeuel Street below tlecond, Colombia, Pa.
A gni IMO, 1100,
The General's Match-Naking
ELM
"Where the deuee.shall I go this Long?
Paris-is, too hot; theinside , of my adorable
Chateau-•des Pleura would give one a lively
idea-of- the feelings of eels in a frying-pan,
and the yin oreina.ire would be sourer than
ever—tt most unnecessary evil, as every
body knows. Rome's only Et to melt down
puffy.eardinals, as jocks set themselves be
fore the kitchen fire preparatory to the
Spring Meetings. _ln Switzerland there's
nothing fit to eat. Spain might be the
ticket—the Andalusiuns are a good-looking
lot, but they haven't a notion of beer.r—
Scotland-I daren't-enter,,beenuse I know I
should get married under their rascally
laws. I'd go to the Bads, but the V. P.'s
fillies say they mean to du 'em this summer,
and I won't risk meeting them if I know it;
the baits they set to catch the unsuspecting
are quite frightful. Where the deuce shall
I go?
So spoke Sydenham Morton, whilom Cap
tain of Rton,naw in due course Junior
Fellow of King's discussing- ham-pis and
audit, devils and coffee, while the June sun
streamed through the large oriel windows,
tinting up the Turf and Millet pets on the
wall with every whit as tender a radiance
as if they had-been India• paper proofs of
Messieurs Bellew and Cadman.
"To-the deuce, if you only find your proper
confreres," said a man, coming - in. Oak
was never sported by Sydie, except when he
was rattling certain.little squares of ivory
in boxes lined with green felt.
ISertne; is- that you?' Comein."
The permission was needless, insomuch as
Keane was already in and donm in rt, rock
ing chair—a Man of eight or nine-and-thir
ty, " with muscles that hint made him
Stroke of the Cambridge Eight in his time.
and a head like the antique, that will one
day be done in marble anti stack up with
Milton and Macaulay' in' thcriThiversity
library.
"You incorrigible lazy young dog," began
Keane, surveying Sydie and' his sofa.—
"One o'clock, an' only just begun your
breakfast! Why, I've walked weer to Cherry
hinton and given my lecture, and after
wards 'coached that terrible young owl
Magnus fur an hour, and read old Rabelais
to ref/ esh myself since; not to mention ooffeo
and , a Om"'
"I dare say, my dear .Keane," answered ,
Sydie: "knit one shining light like you is
enough for college. Why the deuce should
Is exert : myself? . ',swore I• hadn't four
marks a year, and Vv.() my fellowship ibr
telling the fur-below. We all go in. for the
&lee here except you, and you're such a
patent machinefur turning out-Q...E. D.s by
the dozen,• that you can. no more• help work
ing than the bedmaker can help taking my
tea and saying the cat did• if,. and "Mar
she never be forgiven if she ever so much
as looked at that there blessed• lock."
say, find a Q. E. D. fur me, to the most
vexatious problem, where Vna to go - this
Long?"
"Go a quiet reading tour; mark out a
regular plan, and trarel somewhere rugged
and lonely, with not a crinoline, or a trout
stream, or a pack of hounds within a hun
dred miles; the middle of Stonehenge, par
example, or with the lighthouse men out at
the Smalls or Eddystone. You'd do won
ders when you came back, Sydie. Shouldn't
bo surprised if you go into the Tripos," said
Keane, with a quizzical smile.
Sydie shook his head and puffed gravely
at his pipe.
11. PPAIILEIL
Locust street
"Thank you. Crammlng's not my line.
As fur history, L don't see• anything par- 1
tieularly interesting in the. blackguordisms
of men all dust rind ashes and gelatine now;
if I were the Prince of Wales, I might think
it my duty to inquire into the characters of
my grandfathers; but not being that indi
vidual, I find the Derhy list much more
suited to My classics;. they won't help me to
ask fur my dianerct Tortoni's,. and I. prefer
following Ovid's counsels, and enjoying the
Falertlian of life represented in-these days
by milk punch, to plodding through. the De
Offteils. As for mathematics, it may be
something very grand to draw triangles
and circles till A meets B because C is n 9
long as D; but I know, when I did the some
operation in chalk when I was a small boy
on the nursery floor, my nurse (who might
have gone along with the barbarian who
stuck Archimedes) called me an idle brat,
, ,
just as you, Keane, misappreciating gentus,
term me a lazy dog-ra lazy dog! I, who
intend, if malice and envy don't shut me up
altogether, to be one of the most brilliant of
modern men, and 'take the shine oat of
Sheridian, Selwyn, Talleyrand, and all those
muffs who set themselves up fur wits. Lazy
dog, indeed I But that's always the way
talent is run down. Well, I say, about the
Long? Where are you going, most grave
and reverend seignior?"
"Where. them are-no impertinent boys, if
therein such a paradise: on earth," rejoined
Keane, lighting his pipe. "Ego to my moor, '
of course, fur the I.2th, but until then I
haven't made up I think I shall
scamper over South America; I want re
freshing up, and-I've a great fancy to see
those buried cities, not to mention a cbitilee
Of buffalo-hunting.
"Traveling's each a bore," hater!, upted
Sydie, stretching himself out like a s India
rubber tube. "Talk of the Cherub that's
grirttitcrto,
L--TWO FELLOWS OF XING'S
"NO ENTERTAMIENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, 'NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY 3
always sitting up aloft to watch over poor
Jack (by the way, I hope it'll never get
dizzy and tumble down; I should think it
did when they were up in the Baltic, and
that's why Jack's cut such a miserable
figure lately,) there are always ten thous
and demons badgering the life of any luck
less .Eothen; there are the Custom Itouse
men, whose natural prey he becomes, and
the hotel keepers, who fasten on him to
suck his life-blood; and there are the mos
quitoes, and other things less minute but
not less agonizing: and there are guides and
muleteers, and waiters• and cicerones—oh,
hang it! traveling's a dreadful bore, if it
were only fur the inevitable widow with fuur.
daughters whom you've danced with once
at a charity bull, who rusho , up m you on
the Boulevards or a Rhine steamer, and
tacks herself on to you, and whom it's well
for you if you can shake off when you
scat
ter the dust of thecity from the sulesofyour
feet."
. "rya can't talk, can you, Sydie?" ob
served Keane, quietly.
"Yes; my frtenum was happily cut when
I was a baby. Fancy what a loss the world
would have endu-ed if it hadn't been!" said
Sydie, lazily shutting his half-elo•ed blue
eyes. "I say, the governor has been both
ering my life out to go down to St. Crucis;
he's an old brick, you know, and has the
primest dry in-the kingdom. I wish you'd
keep me company. Do, Keane. You shall
have the best mount in the kingdom, and
the General will do You no, end of good on
llippocrates's role 7 --oontrarieties coca con
trarieties." ,
•'l'll think about it," answered' Keane,
getting out of his rocking-chair. "but you
know I prefer solitude generally; misan
thropical, I admit, but decidedly lucky fur
me, as my companions through life will
always be my ink-stand, my terrier, and
my paperesses. b have never wished fax
any other yet, and I hope I never shall.—
Are you going to smoke and drink audit on
that sofa all day, you. confounded young
Sybarite?"
"Nit," answered Sydie; "I'm going to take
a turn at beer and Brown's for a change.—
Well, I shall take you down with me on
Tuesday, Keane, so that's settled."
Keane laughed, and want across the quad
to his own rooms to plunge into the intrica
cies of Fourier and Llplace, or give the
rigor of his brain to stuffing some young
goose's empty head, or cramming some idle
young dog with ballast enough to carry him
through the shoals and quicksands of his
Greats.
Gerald Keane was a mathematical coach,
and had taken high honors—a rare thing
for a Kingsman to do; for arc they not, by
their own confession, the laziest disciples
of the Dolce in the whole of Granta, invari
ably bumped and. caught out, and from
sheer idleness letting other men beat Lords
and shame the Oxford Eleven, and Graduate
with Double Fiists, while they lie perdu in
the shades of Holy Henry? Keane, how
ever, was the one exception to the rule.—
Ile was droadfully wild, as ladies say, for
his first term or two, though equally elo
quent at the Union; then his family exulting
in the accuracies of their prophecies regard
ing his worthlessness, and somebody else
daring hint to go in for honors, his pluck
was put up, and he set himself to work to
show them all what he could , do if be chose.
Once roused to put out his powers, he liked
using them; the bother of the trainingover,
it is no trouble to keep place as stroke oar;
and now men pointed him out in the Senate
House, and at tile Senior Fellows' table,
and he bid fair to rank with the writer on
Jasher and the author of the Tuduckire
Sciences.
People called him very cold. It xra.;
popularly averred that lie had no more
feeling than noubilliac's or Thttrwaidgen's
statues; but ho woe a great favorite with
the under-gradq. and always gaud-natural
to them. There were a few men who doultted
the theory, though lie never tried to refute
or dispute it.
Of all the Young fellows, the one Keane
liked the best, and to-whom lie was kindest,
was Sydenham Itlorton—S;iidie • to every
body in' Granta, frotn the little tleuriste
opposite in King's Parade, to the V. P.'s
wife; who petted• him., par escellence, be
cause his uncle was a millionaire—the
dearest fellow in the world, according to all
the Cambridge young ladies--the darling
of all the milliner and confectioner girls in
Trumpington street and Putty Cury—the
best chap going among the kindred spirits
who got gated, and lectured, and rusticated
for skying over to Newmarket, or pommel
ing bargees, or taking a lark over at Cher
rybinton—the best dressed, • fastest, and
most charming of Cantabas, - as he himself
would gravely assure you.
What there was in common between the
haughty, reserved tutor, who .had long ago
tired of young England epicureanism, and
the wild, gay, light-hearted under grad, I
can't say, for I much question if the wisest
sage ever puzzled out a stiffer problem than
that common human mystery—mutual at
tachments.
The Commencement came and went, with
its speeches and its IL R. IL Chancellor,
and its pretty women gliding witli their
crinoline and lace parasols among the elms
of Neville's Court (poor Leslie Ellis's
the
haunt,) falingthe grim benchei of the &M
-ate house, and sitting past tile' carved
benches of "Ring's Chapel.' Urania was
hencefuith 'a desert to all Cambridgebellie;
they could walk down Tremilingtou itreot,
without meeting a score of little straw hats,
and Trumping,tan street became as odious
as Sahara; the darling Backs were free to
them, and, of course, the dear little con
tradictory things, who, by all relations,
from those of Genesis to those of Vanity
Fair, have never cared, save for fruit
defendu, saw nothing to admire in the trees,
and grass, and river, minus outriggers and
collegians. There was a general exodus;
Masters' red hoods, Fellows Commoners'
gold lace, Fellows' gown and mortar boards,
morning chapel surplices, and under-grads'
straw hate and cut-away coats, all vanished
from court :aid - library, street and cloister.
Cambridge was empty; the married Dons
and their families went off.to country-houses
or Rhino steamers; unmarried Fellows went
touring with views to mediaeval architec—
ture, Roman remains, Greek inscriptions,
Paris laisser alter, or Norwegian fishing,
according to their tastes and habits; under
grads scattered themselves over the face of
the globe, and were to be found in knots of
two or three calling for stout in Velour's,
kicking up a row with Austrian gendar
merle, chalking up effigies of Thanba on
Italian walls, striding up every mountain
from Skiddaw to The Pic du Midi, burrow
ing like rabbits in a warren fur reading
purposes on Dartmoor, kissing sunny-haired I
Grctchens in German hostelrioq, swinging
through the Vaterland with knapsacks and
sticks, doing a walking tour—in fact, swarm
ing everywhere with their impossible French
and hearty voices, and little English muscle,
Granta marked on them as distinctly as an
M. B. waistcoarmarks an Anglican, or utter
ignorance of madam polities a "great t
classic."
Cambridge had emptied itself of the
scores of naughty boys that lie in the arms
of Mater, and on Tuesday Keane and Sydie
were shaking and rattling over those dread
ful nervous Ristern Counties tenders,
throbgh that picturesque and' beautiful
country that does permutations with such
laudalde . perseverance on pollards, fens and
flats—flats, fens and pollards—at the snail's
pace that, according.to the E. U. R., we
must believe to be "express."
"I wrote and told-the governor you were
1 1
coming down with me, Keane," said Sydie,
hanoirg up his hat. didn't tell him
what a trouble I. bad to make you throw
over South America for a fortnight, and
come and taste his curry at the Beeches.
You'll like the old boy, Keane; he's as hot
and choleric, and as genial and goodhearted,
as any old brick that ever walked. lie was
burn as sweet-tempered and sift:meuthed
as mamma when an eldest son waltzes twice
with Adelina, and the pepper's been put
into him by the curry-powder, the gentle
manlike transportation, end the unlitnite
command ever black devils, enjoyed by,
gentlemen of the U. R. I. C. S."
"A nobob•uncle," thought Keane. ''Oh,
I see—yellow, dyspeptic, adways.boring one
with 'flow to govern In be,' and reconee•
tions of 'When I served with N.apier.'—
What n foal I was to let Sydie persuade me
to go! A. month in Lima and the Pampas
would be much pleasanter."
"lie came over last yew emtinned Sydie,
in blessed ignorance, "aid bought the
Beeches, a very jolly place I can tell you,
only he's crammed it with everything any
body suggested., and tried anything that any
farmer recommended, so that the house and
'the estate present a peculiar compendium of
411 theories of architecture, and a general
exhibition of all sorts of tastes. He's his
hobble.; pouncing on and apprehending
boys is one of 'em, for which nrnetice he is
endeared to the youth of St. Crneis as the
'old cove,' the 'lnjian devil,' and like affec
tionate cognomens. Bet he's a prime old
boy. the exception to governors generally;
tLoy're often a nasty, spiteful lot, and
4ru Ig one the fun they've outgrown thorn
s& ve. , li•tt the General's weak point is me
—.no and little Pay."
"His m.tre. I suppose," said Keane, un
folding his Times . Though he was a con
tr'butor to the Jo 7 ten ii de? ..lfttitun'ttiques
nn 1 the Cambridis Transactoinl, he was up
in all things of the day, and knew Palmer
ston's measure's as thoroughly as Plate's Ita
pu'olic.
"Ilis mare—bless my heart, no!—his
mare!" And Sydic lay back and. Imighed
silently. "Ws mare! Ly George. whet
would she soy?. She's a good deal to lively
a young lady to run in harness. fur anybody,
though she's soft-mouthed enough when
she's led.. Mare! No, Fay's his niece—my
cousin. Her father and my father went to
gl ry when we were both smalls, and left
us in legacy to Cm General, and a pretty
pot of money the legaey has cost late.'
"Your cousin. indeed! The name's more
like a mare's than a girl's," answered
Keane thinking to. himself. "A cousin! I
just wish I'd known that. One of those In
dian girl's, I bet, tanned brown asnberry,
flirts a l'outrance, has run the gauntlet of
all the Calcutta balls, been engaged to men
in all the arms, talks horribly broad Anglo-
Indian-English. I know the style."
At this juncture the train stopped, and a
dashing young widow in very deep ;crape
and very bright smiles getting into the car
riage, Sydie been a small introductory
flir
tation in the way of arranging her traps
and discoursing on the weather, and Keane
opened his Tinto and began the loader.
,
ll. THE riinr OF TILE REECE:MB
The eogina invest& ad and pulled' up 'tit
the Si. Crania station, esme seventy miles
farth - n. on, lying in the midst of Creewiel-
OR,NING, SEPTEMBER 8,
inn landscipes, with woodlands, and cot
tages, and sweet fresh stretches of meadow
land, such as do one's heart good after hard
days and late nights in dust and gaslight.
The pretty widow gathered her sable round
her, and bid , Sydie quite an affectionate
farewell. Keane folded up his Times and
got down with a murmured curse on the P.
U. It., and the train sped on, the prett; )
widow gleaning out of the window to look
at the country, or at Sydie taking the rib
bons of a high-stepping bay that had brought
one of the neatest possible traps to take him
and Keane to the Beeches!
"Deuced fine woman." said Sydie, taking
off his hat to her, and springing in all his
glory to the hoz-, than which no imperial
throne could have offered to him one-half so
delightful a sent. "Poor thing! how sorry
she is to pln with me. However, she has
a 'Parlor Library' to console her. I always
talk to the women in a train that are read
ing the green books, but if I sle 'em with
the red one's I know they're blue, and never
venture to spring the awful mines of intel
lectual ore that s.re sure to be aid away in
the bumps under the bandeux. The bay's
in good condition, ain't it, Keane? and I say
Harris, how's Scamp? What n crying shame
we're not allowel to keep the sorriest hack
at King's! That comes of gentlemen slip
ping into shoes that were meant for beggars.
Hallo! there are the old beech-trecs; I vow
I can almost taste the curry and dry from
looking a t them."
In dashed the bay through the park gates,
and the dog-cart tore through the quarter
of a mile of avenues, sending the shingle
flying up in small simoons, and the rooks
cawing in supremo surprise from their nests
in the branches of the beech•trees.
••1Lallo! my ancient, how are you?" begun
Sydie to the kinder, while that stately per
son expanded. into, a smile of welcome.—
"Down, dog, down! 'Pon my life-the old
place looks very jolly. What bare you hung
all that armor up. for, to make believe our
ancestors dwelt in these iir-irble balls? !row
devilish dusty lan Where's the General?
Did'nt, knoW we were coming till next train.
Fay!' Fay! where are you? Alton where's .
Miss Morton?"
"Ilere, Sydie dear," cried the young lady
in question, rushing, across the ball with the
most ecstatic delight, and throwing herself
into' the Cantab's arms, who received her
with no less cordiality, and kissel her
straightway, regardless of the presence of
Keane, the butler, and Harris.
"Oh, Sydie," began the yotng lady,
breathlessly, "I'm so delighted you're come
There's the archery fete, and a picnic at
Shnllowton, and an election ball over at
Coverdale, and I want you to donee with me
and to 'try thc new billiard table, and to
come and see'my' aviary, and to teach me
pistol shooting (because Julia Dupuis can
shoot splendidly, and talks - of joining the
Rifles); and to show me how to do Euclid,
and to amuse me; and to play with me, and
to tell me which is the prettiest of Snow
drop's paps to be saved, and to—" She
stopped suddenly, and dropped from enthu
siastic tirade to subdued surprise, as she
caught sight of Keane for the first time.—
"Oh, Sydie, why did you not introduce me
t, your friend? How rude I have been !
Repair the mischief, monsieur, directly, and
let me make the amend° honorable, pray."
"Mr. Keane, my cousin, the torment of
my existence, Miss Morton in public, Little
Fay in private life. There, you know one
another now. L caret say any more. D,,
tell me where the governor is."
"Any friend of Sydenhim's is most wel
come to the Beeches," cried Fay, coloring a
little, and Laughing aurlarc clic, "nnl my
uncle will scold me frightfully for giving
you such a.reception. Please do forgive me,
I WWI so delighted to see my cousin."
"Which I can fully enter into, having n
weakness for Sydie myself," smiled Keane.
"1 am sure ha is•rery fortunate in. being the
cause of such an excuse."
Keane said it par complaisance, but rather
carelessly; young ladies, as a class, being
rather one of his aversions—perhaps that is
too strung a term, seeing that, generally
speaking, ho took very little notice of them,
and when he found himself with them,
thought talking sense far too high a corn.
pliment to thorn. Ile looked at Fay Nor.
ton, however, critically, as ho would have
done at a thorough-bred filly, or a Carlo
Dolce, noticed that she was prettily dressed
(regarding women as lay figures, he thought
the least they could do was to get themselves
up in good style,) and she was not an In
(lionised girl after all. She was_not yellotv,
but, au contraire, fair as those pretty Pardon
statuettes which Lord lladdo of course
covers with, crape in his drawing rooms,
waving, fair hair, long dark eyes, and
mischievous, sunny face—
A rn-eliii.l set with. hit le willful thorns.
And sweet as Eng ash air caul , ' make tier.
"Whera'a the governor, Fay ?" reiterated
Sydie.
"Here, my dear boy. ' Thought of your
old uncle-the first thing, Sydie ! Bleu 'my
40111, how well you look ! Confonnd you I
ivlly didn't you tell me what train you were
coming by? Devil take plan, Ashton, why's
there no fre•in the Lall l - :Thought 'fa was
warm, did you? mum! more foot yoi
then,"
•"•trncle dear,"' Said Mimi Pay. "here , is
Sydie's" friend, Mr: Keane; you are tieing - as
rude as I havo Wei."
The Genernl, - at this conjunction; irwung
sharp round—a stout, 'hale; handsome OM
Fellow; with gray Moustaches - and' a high
color, holding a spade in his band and clad
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860.
'n a linen coat, just come in from doing the I
rural, and-full of glee and excitement be
cause his Egyptian peas (the identical vege
table that Pharaoh was wont to regale him
,elf with, if Mr. Grimstnno's advertise
ment may be credited) were sprouting
beautifully.
"Bless my soul, sir," cried the General,
slinking Keane's hand with the greatest
possible energy, "charmed to see you—
lelighted, 'pon my honor; only hope you're
come to stay till Christmas; there are plenty
of bachelors' dens. Devil take me! of what
vas I thinking? I was pleased to see that
boy, I suppose. More fool I, you'll say—
lazy, good-for-nothing young doglike him.
Don't let me keep you standing in the hall.
Cursed cold, isn't it? and there's Little Fay
in mustily! Acliton, send some hot water
into the west room for Mr.—Mr.—Con
found you, Sydie, why didn't you tell—l
mean introduce me ?—Mr. Keane. Lun
cheon will 1 e on the talde in ten minutes.
Like curry, Mr. Renne ? There, get along,,
Sydie, you foolish boy; you ran talk to Fay
after
"When I'm a little cleaner," rz, , ponded
Sydie, going up the stair- three at a time.
"What with be:ng moistened with the tears
the V. P. shed over me at my departure,
and dried again by the calcined fragments
the engine bceton•ed on me on my travels.
I should say I'm pretty well as dusty as a
mummy. Keane's provoking to look at;
lie's for all the world as c•,ul as if he'd just
conic out of a cold bath."
"Sydie," whispered Fay, whoa the curry
and dalh, bass and amontillado had been
duly discussed, and • she had teased the
Cantab's life out of him till he had con
sented to pronounce ;judgment on the pup
pies, "what a splendid heal that man has
you brought with yuu; he'd do for Plato,
with that grand calm brow, and bay, un
approachable look. Who is he ?"
"The greatest philosopher of modern
times," responded her cousin, solemnly.—
"A condensation.of Solon, 'Males, Plutarch,
Seneca, Cicero, Liteullus, Bion, Theo
phrastes,. and Co.; such a giant of mathe
matical knowledge, and.all other knowledge,
too, that every day, when he pasles under
Bacon's Gate, we are afraid.. the old legend
will coma to , pass, and it will tumble down
to flat as a pancake; a homage to him, but
a loss to Cambridge."
"Nonsense," said Miss Fay, impatiently.
"(I like that sweet little thing with the black
nose best, dear.) Who is lac? What is he?
How old is he? inat's his name? Where
dues he live?"
"Gently, young woman," cried Sydie.--
"lle is Tutor and Fellow of King's, and a
great gun besides; lie's some eighteen years
older than you and I. Ills name on the
rolls is Gerald,'l believe, and lie dwells in
the shadow of Mater, beyond the reach of
my corner; for which fact, not being
musically inclined, he is barbarian enough
to return thanks daily in chapel."
"I am sorry he is come. It W 4 stupid
in you bring him." And Pay hugged the
pups closer with :t heavy sigh.
"Wherefore, ma c ne? Are you afraid
of him? You needn't be. Young ladies
are too inzagnificant atmni of creation for
him to criticize. 110'11 no mere expect sense
from you than thoe! from Snowdrop and her
pups."
".afraid!" replied Pay, with great indig
nation. "I should like to see any man of
whom I should feel afraid! If lie doesn't
like fun and, nonsense, I pity him; but if he
despise me ever so munch for it, I shall en
joy myself before him, and. in spite of him.
I was sorry you brought him, beeanse he
will take you away when I want you all to
myself; and he I t oks so haughty and ratline,
that"—
Yon are afraid of him, Fap, und won't
.iri ii it."
"I am not," reiterate I E.Ly, impetuously,
with a squeeze to the luckless pups, a more
agreeable vent to her feelin,gs than caress to
them: "and I will smoke a cigar with him
alter dinner, to show you I am not one Lit."
"I bet yob six pair of gloves you do no
such thing, young lady."
"Dole. Do keep the one with a black
nose, Sydie; and yet that little liver colored
darling is too pretty to be killed. Suppose
we save them all? Snowdrop will be so
pledsed."
Whereon Fay kissed nll the little snub
noses with the deepest affection, and was
caught in the act by Keane and the Goner._
al. Koano was relieved by finding that the
General had never had a toueh.of dyspepsia,
or caged two straws how India was govern
ed;and had captivated the governor with
his own very able and seagible views on the
non-desirability of flogging in. the army.
"There's that child with.hcr arina full of
dogs," said the General, beaming with sat
isfaction at sight of hie niece. She's a, lit
tle, spoilt, wil(ul thing, Keane. She's an
old bachelor's pet,. and you must make al
lowances. lean her the Fairy of the Beech
es, God bless her? She nursed me last win
ter, when r was'at death's door from these
cursed col& winds, sir, better than Miss
Nightingale could have done. What n
climate-it is: never two days alike. I
don't trcnder Englishwomen are such icicles,
peer thing" they're frostbitten froii thsir '
cradle upwards."
"India warms them up, General, doesn't
it?" smiled Keane.
The General shook with laughter.
•'To be sure, to be sure; if piOderre the
&Oslo'', they'll wear it, sir, netbey would
patches, or hair powder; !but they're always
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uncommonly glad to leave it off and lock it
out of sight when they can. :What do you
think of the kennels, Keane? I say, Sydie,
confound you, why did you, bring any traps
down with you! Haven't room for 'cm;_not
fur one. Couldn't cram a tilbury into the
eoachltouse."
"A. trap, governor?" said Sydie, straight
ening his back after examination of the
pups; "can't keep even a wall-eyed cab
horse; wish I could."
"Where's your drag, then?" domatded
the General
"My drag? Don't I just wish I had one,
to offer my bosom friend the V. P. a seat on
the boy. Calvert, of Trinity, tooled us over
in his to the Spring Meetings, and his grays
are the sweetest pair of goers—the leaders
especially—that ever you saw in harness.—
We came bock 'cro , s country, to get in time
for ball, and a pretty mess we made of it.
fur we broke the aalc', and lamed the off
wheeler, anti—"
"But, bless my soul," stormed the Gen
eral, excited beyond measure, "you wrote
me word you were going to bring a drag
down with you, and of course- supposed
you meant what you said, and I lied. Harris
in about it, and he swore the coach-house,
was as full of traps as ever it could hold,. so
I had my tas•cart and Fay's phaeton turned
into one of the stalls, and then, after all, it
comes out you've never bron A t it! Devil
take it, Sydie-, why can't you be more
thoughtfUl—"
"But, my dear governor—"
"Nonsense; don't talk to me!" cried the
General, trying to work himself into a pas
sion, and diving into the recesses of six sep
arate rockets one after another. "Look
here, sir; I suppose you'll believe your own
words? Hero it is in black and white: 'P.
S. I shall bring nay Coach down with me.'
There, what do you say now? Confound
you, what are you laughing at? /don't see
anything to laugh at. In my day, young
follows didn't make fools of old moo in this
way. Bless my soul, why the devil don't
you leave off laughing, and talk a little
common sense? The thing's plain enough
I shall bring my Coach down with
ISM
"So I have." said Sydie, screaming, with
laughter. "Look at him—he's a first•rate
Coach, too! Wheels always oiled and ready
for nny road; always going up hill, and
never caught coming down; started at a
rattling pace, and now keeps ahead of all
other vehicles on all highways. A first
class Coach, that will tool mo through the
tortuous lanes and treacherous pitfalls of
tho Greats with flying colors. My Coach!.
Bravo, General! that's tho best bit of fun
I've had since I dresqed up lik e seph en ia m
Briggs, and led the V. P. a dance all round
the quad, every hair on his head standing
erect in his virtuous indignation at the aw
ful morali of his college."
"Eh, what?" grunted the General, light
beginning to dawn upon him. "Do you
moan Keane? Hum! how's one to be up to
all your confounded slang? flow could I
know? Devil take you, Sydie, why can't
you write common English? You young fol
lows talk as bad jargon as Sepoys. You're
sure I'm &lighten to see you, Keane,
though f did make the mistake." •
•'Thank you, General," said Keane: "but
it's rather cool of you, Master Sydie, to
have forced one on your uncle's hands with
out his wish or his leave."
"Net at all, not at all," swore the General,
with vehemont cordiality, "I gave him
carte blanche to a.;1; whom he would, and
unexpected p, , iets arc always most welcome:
nd. that you were unexpected though, fur
I'd told that boy to be sure and bring some
)(ly down here
And have hnd the tax cart and my phte
ton turned out to-mate comfortable quarters
for him," said Miss Pay, with a glance at
The Coach t , see how he took a chaff. "and
I only hope Mir. Keane may like his accom
modation."
"Perhapq, Migg Morton," said Keane,
Smiling,. "I shall like it so well that you wilt
hare to say to me as poor VOltiLire to his
troublesome abbe, "Don Quichette prerinit
les auberges pour les chateaux, mails 'Sous
arcs prix lee chateaus pour los anberg,es!"
"Tiresome man," thought Fay, "one can't
tell whether he means satire or fun. I wish
Sydio hadn't brought him here; but I shall
do as I always do, however grand - and ea
percilious lie• may look. He has lived
among ali those men and books till he has
grown as cold as granite. What a pity itis
people-don't enjoy existence as -I dot" A
"You are thinking, Miss Morton.." ^ said
Keane, as he walked on baud, her; with an
amused glance at her face, which .was'ex
pressive ;enough of her thoughts, "that if
your uncle is glad to see me, you are not,
and that Sydie was very stupid not to bring
down ono of his kindred spirits instead of
—Don't disclaim it now; you should veil
your face if you wish your thoughts not to
be read."
"I was not going to disclaim it," said• Fey,
quickly looking up at him with a rapid
glance, half penitence, half irritation. "I
{ always tell the truth; but I was not think
: log exactly that; I don't want any of Sydie's
friends—l detest boys, and I think from fif
teen to twenty-flve your sex is simply odione;
but I certainly was thinking that as you look
down on everything that we all-delightla.
fancied you awl the Beeches wilt [assay
agree. If lam rade, you must not be an
gin you wanted me to tell you the truth."
- ..Beane smiled again—the enignsatioal
smile that provoked Fay beyond measure.
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