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THE SCBANTON : TRIBUNE-miDAT MOBNINQ." JtJNE 19. 1896.
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" Though irutned, Catrlen castle sat
proudly upon Its Btep acclivity, its dis
mantled and crumbled keep on the sea
ward summit. Its fine castellated gate
way facing landward with stately de
fiance, and looking up a long valley be
tween chalk hills.' It made a good point
of view from Carlen house, a modern
white mansion on the opposite hill slope,
half hidden by the thick beechwoods.
Which, screened by each hill from the
salt sea winds, climbed both hills, the
slopes of which, meeting In a broad V,
auowea a gamps or me sea irom me lev
el high road running through the vil
lage at the foot of the castle hill. These
ruins were among the show places of
the country and the object of many ex
cursions and picnics the whole summer
long, but chiefly in the tourist season.
When Carlen folk gathered a double
harvest, one from the fields and another
from the visitors, whose, f cur-horse
coaches, wagonettes and char-a-bancs
clustered thickly outside the Carlen
arms and the Castle inn. In company
With innumerable bicycles, the riders
of which found it easier to climb the
steep wooden road to the castle gate
Without wheels. Though of steep as
cent. It was a fair road, screened by
beech and ash, offering lovely prospects
and passing of arches over the dry
moat A groove for a portcullis showed
what once had been, and loopholes in
each beautifully rounded turret by the
Vaulted entrance recalled days when
the' bows of English foemen were
feared. Inside the heavy oaken gate
was level green sword, closely shaven
and shaded by trees; near the gateway
was a atone cottage with tnullloned win
dows amid much greenery and bloom,
unu m piui ui iturut'n Kruumi. firm
lived the old gatekeeper and his wife.
Another garden, free of the tower
shadows, lay beneath the broken wall
opposite the castellan's cottage; this
was enclosed by wire fencing and led
to a small modern Tudor house built
into the ruins out of old and weathered
stone. This garden had down the mid
dle a broad turf walk, bordered with
old-fashioned flowers, lavender, stocks
and carnations, behind which were
espalier fruit trees, making a light fenc
ing for vegetables beyond.
The slim figures of two young women,
wearing straw sailor hats, cotton
blouses and dark plain skirts, moved
over the sunny turf ,un ong the flowers.
"OH, THESE MEN. WHEN THEY
TRY TO SCHEME. .
One girl was sweeping the fine short,
newly-mown grass with a heath broom,
the other was busy tying carnations;
their voices sounded high and clear as
they moved and talked.
"Cousin Gerald has shown me his
hand, Margie," said the girl with the
broom. "Oh, these men, when they try
to scheme, they are too delightfully
transparent. How they plume them
selves on the subtlety of their little
wiles and lures!"
Anu vtnai is nis lime gume; asiieu
Margie, who was kneeling by the car
nations, which were Just bursting out
into spicy pink and crimson bloom.
"The usual refuge of the destitute,
Child, to marry an heiress."
"Gerald!" cried Margie, "why, he's
going to marry me so people say."
"Not Gerald, goosey. His friend, this
precious young Sir Wilfred Carr, who,
according to him, Is a lovely blend of
Apollo and Adonis, with a spice of Bay
ard thrown in."
"Dear Rosalind, It's no use to fight
against Fate, and suitors. Marry one
and you'll be rid of the rest. Have
him."
"To spite the others? No, Margie,
my only chance Is to disguise myself in
poverty and go a hunting for a disin
terested husband. Have him yourself
and leave me to take care of Gerald.
Gerald would be a world the better for
a good heartbreak. He couldn't marry
mo, you see. He thinks cousins' mar
riages wicked. Bo do I, but that's
neither here nor there. By the way,
.when Is this charming youth to arrive?"
"He dines with us tonight, and he
couldn't do that unless he had arrived,
could he?"
"His astral body might. I'll be as
hideous as I can, at all events wear
that green gown. I wonder what Fra
er will do when he finds I have mown
and swept his grass?"
"Fraser will probably swear."
Rosalind left the inclosed garden and
leant on her broom, whistling softly, as
If lost in thought; Margaret sat on a bit
of broken wall hard by, arranging a
bunch of carnations, tlelng them with a
piece of bast that hung round her neck,
and singing. - Her skirt was soiled with
garden mold and tucked up on one side,
her fair hair was ruffled. Rosalind's
darker hair had become loosened by
exercise, and her fringe pushed off her
forehead under her hat, a hat once
white but now browned by sun and
rain. Both girls were looking at the
heavy oaken gates fitted In the stone
archway and barred and crossbarred
for strength, when the large bell hang
ing Inside by the lintel swung to and
fro with loud clangor.
"Poor Grannie! She was up all night
with the child, and she's sound asleep
.AW K nil Vllaa A . ,
"I'll open the gate. Grannie shan't be
waked," cried Margery, springing to her
feet and going, with the bast still over
her shoulders, to the gate. "These 'Ar
rles ring such tremendous pealB.enough
to Wake the dead."
She unhasped and opened a wicket In
the gate, disclosing In the shadow of the
Vaulted gateway two men, one with a
Cigarette In his mouth. . .
"Can we see the castle?" he asked. In
well-toned voice, removing the cig
tntt to aeak and replacing lb y
Baeheller Syndicate.
Certainly," she replied, "step In."
The young man stepped in. followed
by his companion, also young. Margery
closed the wicket behind them, and re
sumed her seat and her occupation,
while the two men stood just Inside and
looked around them, seeing the fore
ground Rosalind, leaning pensively on
her broom, but no longer whistling.
with the broken walls of gray stone, the
little modern Tudor house, through an
open window of which the remains of
a frugal luncheon -could be seen, and
the distant keep for a background.
Full sunshine threw her face Into shad
ow and lit up the faces of the two men.
The first was dark and tall, with a
beautiful, close-shaven face; he wore a
soft felt hat with a pinched crown and
slightly sweeping brim, the belted tunic
closed to the throat called a Norfolk
Jacket, and knickerbockers of thinner
and more clinging stuff than is usual
Slightly and stralghtly built, and wear
ing stocking that disclosed the real
shape of the leg, instead of exaggerat
ing the too great thickness character
istic of English limbs, he made a grace
ful, and, by contrast with others, even
picturesque figure; his movements were
graceful, there was a suggestion of
knightly chhrm In his whole bearing.
His friend was of sturdier build, with
gray eyes and light brown hair; he was
an Inch shorter. He was In white flan
nels and cricket cap; brown-faced and
bearded.
"Not 'Arrles," Rosalind reflected, as
she scanned them with a careless glance,
her chin resting on the earth-stained
hands clasped above her broomstick.
The dark man sent a quick, sweeping
glance over the whole picture, scarcely
noticing the figure In the foreground,
but particularly observing the small
house built of old stones.
"Jove! What an owl's nest!" he ex
claimed, with a dissatisfied air.
"What would you have?" his friend
replied; "romantic old place; fine ruins,
surely?" .
"One doesn't sell one's soul for an
owl's nest or a heap of ruins."
"Oh, as to that, souls are cheap
enough, once In the market," the deeper
voice replied. "Let's rest and be thank
ful," he added, dropping himself on a
garden seat and stretching his legs
comfortably in front of him, with his
hands In his pockets, "Jolly old place,
Carr. Very good specimen of a feudal
stronghold. Norman keep well pre
served. Carlen house on the hill op
posite. Perpendicular chapel yonder,"
nodding his head slightly to the right,
where, opposite the dwelling house, a
perfect and richly-tracerled window In
a rootless chancel was partially re
vealed among some beeches.
Rosalind had moved away; the bell
again sounded. She hastened to the
gate and let in a party of ladles, while
Margery said that she would go quietly
Into the cottage and put the kettle on
for Grannie's tea, in case she waked.
"Dear old Grannie is still asleep. I
hope no one will rouse her," she said,
five minutes later, on coming out of the
cottage and addressing Rosalind, who
was answering questions and giving
the dates and builders of different parts
of the castle for the benefit of the In
quisitive men visitors.
"The present owner Is not a de Carlen,
I think?" the dark man asked, forget
ting, despite his knightly appearance,
to remove his cigarette.
"No, an Ormonde; the male line has
twice been broken. Here lies the last
de Carlen."
They were now In the ruined chapef,
grass-grown and dotted with stone
tombs and broken effigies of mailed
knights.
"Very good of the owner to show her
castle to the public," Carr said. "It
must be a bore to her, though. This
Miss Ormonde probably courts popular
ity, eh?"
"Miss Ormonde is not too poor to be
popular," was Rosalind's somewhat
dark reply.
' "Rustic irony," Carr murmured to
Brandon. "A plain woman?" he asked
of Rosalind.
"Remarkably plain."
"And such a temper!" added Mar-J
gery, with vicious emphasis.
"But young, surely young?" he pro
tested, as if her age was a personal
injury to him.
"Well, certainly not so young as she
was, poor lady."
"Still she must, be under fifty," added
Margery.
"Ha! What did I tell you, Brandon?
A frumpish, cross old maid. No one
was ever good enough to marry her, I
suppose?" u Rosalind.
' "Those who ask heiresses seldom
are."
Carr laughed a joyous, boy's laugh.
"Wise women are still found In these
parts, you see, Brandon," he said "and
witches, too," he added, with a side
glance at Margery.
"This little thirteenth century win
dow is much admired." Rosalind said,
brusquely, lifting some Ivy that hung
over It.
"Yoir are attached to the place?"
asked Brandon; "have lived here long?
You don't tire of showing It?"
"I am attached to it like a tree or a
serf I never tire of showing it to people
who are interested," she replied, Bmll
ing. "As for me, I am quite In love with
the place," Brandon sighed, with an In
tent but respectful glance at the bright
and Intelligent face of the guide. "I
could be very, very happy In that little
house, Carr.
"My good Brandon, you could be hap
py anywhere with a pen and a pipe.
I'll be bound your hatching a sonnet
this moment savage because you can't
rhyme stone"
"Would I could bone the hole of this
stone" . -
"And the mistress?"
"Condone. There'B the rub you see.
We'll take the sea-view and the tilt
yard for granted this broiling day," he
added, turning back to Brandon, who
was choosing some photographs set out
on a little table beneath the cottage win
dow.. ' "I can't afford to spoil my com
plexion or overitlre myself today. The
dragon must be faced this evening and
the Btege begun at once."
"If you do spoil your lovely mug, you
might still powder for the evening."
suggested Brandon, "and put on a fresh
pair of sta.'
"Too great a grind, old Timon. ' O for
a beaker full of the warm south; full
of the true, the blushful Hip'"
"Or some ginger pop. It's only a
penny?" suggested Margery, looking up
with merry bright eyes, and laying her
slender forefinger on a stone bottle
on the table, while Rosalind packed
Brandon's views In an envelope and
gaVe him change.
"With a kiss thrown In?" whispered
Carr, as, with a sudden deft movement
he threw his arm round Margery and
brought his face close to hers Just In
time to receive such a well lntentioned,
single-hearted box on the ear, as made
the archway echo, startled the owls and
bats, sent a cloud of pigeons scurrying
up on the ruined walls, staggered the re
cipient of it, and convulsed Brandon and
Rosalind between Indignation and
laughter; that did not wake Grannie
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JUST IN TIXfE TO RECEIVE A SINGLE-HEARTED
BOX ON
THE EAR.
or at least only enough season her nap
wth conscious enjoyment, and the
agreeable reflection that her work was
being admirably done for her.
' PART II. '
Margery's pretty.merry face was white
with anger, as she moved haughtily
away; Carr, very red, with three white
stripes on his cheek, was the first of the
four to recover composure. He moved
off with a muttered apology and a
forced jest about striking arguments,
and, seating himself within the shadow
of the broken wall, where a room had
once been, began to smoke fiercely.
"Hard hit for once, my good Wilfred,"
Brandon said, Joining him, after a civil
good morning to Rosalind. "Jolly lit
tle girl that. Straightforward. No non
sense about her. Hits out as if she
meant it."
" !" observed Sir Wilfred, briefly.
"Wretch!" Margery sobbed, under
the shadow of a cedar that reached
from the ruined upper room whither
she had lied to the wall under which the
two men were smoking. "Nasty, hor
rid" "Nonsense, child," Interrupted Rosa
lind. "After all, perhaps It served ua
right for letting them think us"
"ITs, Indeed! nobody kissed you!"
"Or you, either; come, come!" con
tinued Rosalind, drawing her cousin
gently along the narrow path on the
first story of the ruin to a deep-recessed
ogee window in the cool thickness of
the wall, where they could sit comfort
ably. "You had the best of it, Margie.
I don't think he'll want any more ginger-pop
just yet, do you? Oh, hush!
look!"
Both peeped through the unglazed
window, which was partially hidden by
cedar boughs, and saw, immediately be
neath them the subjects of their con
versation. Carr, the white marks still
on his flushed cheek, was speaking with
unusual energy.
"If good looks were virtues, he'd soon
be In Paradise," whispered Rosalind.
"Ah! Miss Dragon, he'd have got no
gingerpop from you," murmured Mar
gery, laughing, with the tears still on
her peach-like cheeks and in her merry
eyes.
"I don't care," Carr was saying, em
phatlcally, "I must have her, or I shall
be clean stone broke."
"What! marry a spiteful, frumpish
old maid for an owl's nest and a heap of
ruins?"
"And half the county and heaven
knows what besides. It's positively sin
ful for all that fine property to be
thrown away on a woman. It ought
not to be allowed In any Christian con
try." '
"Well, but what would stone broke
youths do with no heiress to marry?"
"Positively sinful," he repeated, with
pious energy. "And here am I, with at
least two-thirds of my rents unpaid,
and all kinds of burdens on the estates,
and the' mater's jointure, and her house,
and the girl's portions, not to speak of
of their keep, and mortgages here and
there and everywhere, and a run of ill
luck at Monte Carlo last March, and los
ing heavily on 'Glendower,' and that
beast of a trainer letting 'Young Loch
invar' be got at, besides one must have
on'e fling now and then; one can't al
ways live like an anchorite"
"Did you ever" drawled Brandon,
slowly, "ah try?"
"I cannot understand the principles
on which this beast of a world is gov
erned," complained Carr, pathetically.
"Mere Is this ! What's this creep
ing inside my collar?" he said, putting
up his hand. "Little stones."
"Old crone?"
"Unmarried woman, positively rolling
In riches. Dover says she has a whole
coal mine to herself."
"To roll in?"
"And here am I Oh! I'll make the
plunge though she's as ugly as sin, as
old as, Methuselah, as stupid as an owl,
ITS SOURCE IN A' SLENDER HAND
. VANISHED ROM THE WINDOW.
as Ill-tempered as a sick bear, and as
wicked as the devil I'll have her, I say.
Confound it!" he cried, putting up hlB
hand to his collar again, "what can this
be?"
'The "family ghost protesting," ex
plained Brandon, with a delighted grin,
as his eye followed a thin stream of
mortar from Inside Sir Wilfred's collar
to its source in a slender hand vanishing
in the window. "But iuppose she won't
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have you? She must be a dab at re
fusing by this time?"
"She's a woman," returned Sir Wil
fred, with a singular smile "Oh! Con
found this dust!" he added, shifting his
position, "it's all over the place. She
should keep It in better repair. She's
a woman, Arthur."
"Most heiresses are, still they some
times refuse."
"They refuse some men. My good
Brandon, want a woman, and have a
woman, that's my experience. Con.
found It all! the whole blessed place is
coming down," he cried, jumping up
under a Bhower of stone chips and dust,
and turning with well-powdered hair
to look up at the window, where no liv
ing thing could be seen. "Let us cut
this. The horses will be at the foot of
the hill."
Long, level rays of a setting sun were
filling one of a suite of drawing-rooms
opening picturesquely Into each other
at Carlen house, when Rosalind entered
it that evening. She looked at the
western glory, looked away and went
Into another, a south-facing room,
where she beheld herself in a full-length
mirror with the reddening radiance
streaming past and touching her
pearl-white satin skirts. " 'As ugly as
sin, as ill-tempered as a sick bear?'
Was that it, Margie?"
Margery, in white lace over blue,
laughed; the first guest wbb announced,
and another and another. Two men,
whose names did not reach the hostess,
were Joined and received by Gerald
Dover and led up to her.
"At last. Rosalind," her cousin said,
"here, at last, Is my old friend, Sir Wil
fred Carr."
Sir Wilfred's gaxe had vainly sought
tne plain, old maldish frumn he ex doc t-
ed; he was a little dazzled by the sunset
ngnt from the room behind the hostess.
She expressed cordial pleasure at see
ing her cousin's friend, so well known
to her by report. In a voice that made
him look up in her face with a start.
He saw a slim, graceful figure in shin
ing satin draperies, with gleaming arms
and fair white neck bemocklng the un
usually fine pearls Bhe wore. She had
kind, brown eyes, dark hair, curling low
on a broad open brow, a firm mouth
with little humorous dimples at the
corners and a genial condescension In
her manner, which was one of welcome,
and yet she was like cold chills ran
over him at the thought she was very
line tne gin witn the broom, the old
hat and the tucked-up skirts and
sleeves who showed the ruins. And
alas! Innocently smiling at her side In
blue and white was the very pretty fair
haired girl by whom he had been so
hard hit an hour or two since.
"Plain with such a temper frump
ish not yet fifty not too poor to be
popular the dragon to be fared. Good
Lord! I've done it this time, and no mis
take," he thought, trying to remember
how much Miss Ormonde could have
heard: "A nasty trick to play on a
man!"
For a moment, realizing that the
game was lost, he was taken aback and
utterly routed; but by the time Bran
don had been presented to Miss Or
monde and his blushing self made
known to Miss Margery Staines, he was.
as he expressed it, all there again, andt
so cool and apparently unconscious of
what had gone before as almost to per
suade Rosalind, when she found her
self following her guests Into dinner on
this amiably-chatting person's arm,
A VOICE THAT MADE HIM LOOK
UP WITH A START.
that he and the picturesque youth of
the castle were different people.
Carlen castle unlike Sir Wilfred, was
blushing beautifully In the sunset on
the hill in sight of the windows of the
large, cool hall in which they were din
ing. Mr. Brandon, who took Margery
in, commented upon its beauty to her.
"Isn't it a dear old owl's nest?" Rosa
lind struck in. "We are very fond of
our heap of ruins, are we not, Margie?"
"And the ghost. I often envy you
your family ghost," Margery replied. "I
never had so much as a grandfather,
much less a ghost."
"Ah! Do you like this hot weather,
Miss Ormonde?" Sir Wilfred Inquired,
with tender solicitude.
"Not much; it's so unbecoming. One
turns brown, and that makes one as
ugly as sin."
"Surely not. Sunburn becomes some
people," Sir Wilfred Insinuated, with
great sweetness.
"The sun turns me red," Margery
kindly explained. "Then my head aches
and I'm as stupid as an owl."
"Have you some Iced seltzer?" Sir
Wilfred asked a servant. "Nothing so
refreshing as Iced seltzer," he unnesces
Baiily Informed his hostess.
"Did you ever try ginger pop, Sir Wil
fred? There's nothing so cooling as
ginger pop of a hot afternoon. We have
it at the castle sometimes, Margie and I.
Only a penny. It gratifies one's avar
ice, though one Is not too poor to be pop
ular." "Are you much at the castle, Miss
Ormonde?" Brandon Inquired with the
pleasant air of one Introducing a charm
ing topic.
"It depends. Sometimes Margie and
I go there for luncheon, especially when
things go wrong, and It's too hot, or too
cold, and one feels as illtempered as
as a sick bear."
"Surely, Miss Ormonde, that can
never be," objected the polite Sir Wil
fred. "Such a soothing, tranqulllzlng place
to dream and lay schemes in," continued
the pitiless Rosalind. "Perhaps you
know It, Mr. Brandon "
"I think I have some vague memories
of the place, MIbs Ormonde. How good
of you to let people Bee It. I hope your
kindness la never abused. No doubt
'Arrles come there often."
"Oh, yes, and Reggies, and Johnnies,
and all sorts. There's an "Arry season
and a Reggie season. We have some
queer specimens there sometimes."
PART III.
Sir Wllfrd, pensively smiling, as one
Whosefnlnd is absorbed hv mnr etna.
real objects, her descended from some
summit of lofty speculation and asked
for ODlnlomi on My. Trvlnar'a latent
Shakesperlan Impersonation.
"i can't endure Irving In your altar"
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acters as Hamlet and Romeo," Rosalind
said. "They make him look like an old
Methuselah."
"And Miss Terry is scarcely so young
as she was," Brandon politely hinted.
"She must be under fifty, though, Mr.
Brandon." Rosalind gently corrected,
"but what Is that to a genius?"
"Do you h do you like Ibaen?"
asked the unfortunate Carr, addressing
Margery.
"I don't know, I mayn't know without
asking mamma," she replied, demurely.
"People's manunas don't seem to admire
him much."
"It Is quite possible to object to prob
lem plays and Ibsenism, without being
an absolute dragon of propriety," Rosa
lind corroborated with severity, "and
Miss Staines Is still young and tender.
A shipwrecked crew might choose her
for dinner, like poor little Hlllee, in the
ballad."
"Till I'm roused," corroborated Miss
Staines; "then I can be as wicked as
the devil."
"Ay, and hit as hard." Sir Wilfred
was heard muttering acidly to himself
between his teeth, as Rosalind rather
suddenly rose, and he went to open the
door for the ladles.
"What the deuce Is the matter with
those two girls tonight?" Gerald Dover
wondered to himself when they were
gone; "Carr hasn't made any running
as yet. I doubt If he ever will."
"My dearest Margery," said the vic
ar's wife on reaching the drawing room,
"I am grieved to hear you allowing
yourself the sad license of speech char
acteristic of too many young women of
the present day."
"It was horrid of me, wasn't It?" she
smiled back witft infantile cheerfulness
and candor, "but it was only a quota
tion after all."
. "Not from Ibsen, I earnestly trust."
"Oh, no! Not from Ibsen, dear. It
didn't sound so, now, did It?"
"I am happily unacquainted with
these new writers, my dear, so I cannot
tell."
"But why?" asked nrandon of his
hostess, later In the evening, "did you
say you were ugly. Were you never
taught that It Is wrong to tell stories?"
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Brandon. I
said I was plain, and so I am, both In
speech and action."
"We.il, but Miss Staines declared that
your temper was something awful."
" 'Such a temper,, she sold. She
meant such a delightfully sweet tem
per. But 1 can't answer for it myself.
It was kind of Margie, though."
They were having coffee on a terrace,
whence the castle, all sliver-steeped In
moonlight, and a peep of sea between
the two hill slopes could be seen. Cock
chafers were still droning In the almond
scented clematis, a little warm breeze
stirred the beech tops, yellow corn
stood In aisles on a slope above the
peaceful village, where little orange
dots suggested homesteads, the tree
shadowed lawns and trim, dreaming
flowers looked magical and unreal in
the silvery light. Arthur Brandon's
thoughts ran into involuntary rhyme;
he had never been so happy in his life,
yet he wished the never before coveted
burden of riches were his; still more, he
wished Rosalind Ormond poor. Sir
Wilfred and some other vandals were
spoiling the dewey flower scents with
cigars, 'Sir Wilfred wondering if he
could possibly put up with the prom
lsed week at Gerald Dover's seaside cot
tage and continual meetings with the
Carlen people, after this unlucky fiasco.
"And to crown all," he reflected, "I
must needs try to kiss the wrong girl.
How like my luck!"
But even Carr was far happier than
he deserved to be the dust and stones
Incommoding him in the afternoon now
strewed the carpet of his dressing-room
he had a sort of vague idea that the
best thing would be to sit on the terrace
forever and ever and watch the tiny
ship sailing far and far away on the
moonlit sea, and the proud castle in the
myBtic light dreaming of its vanished
glories, and the village nestling in the
foliage by the church tower at the foot
of the castled Bteep.
But Brandon, the briefless, the Im
pecunious, the blessed, saw more; he
saw a shadowy company of plumed
knights ride with far-off clang over the
drawbridge, saw the moon rays glitter
ing on the. steel breast-plates of men-at-arms;
saw banners fluttering lightly
as the gray moths on the terrace, fair
ladles leaning from the battlements.
Nay, fairer ladles than any of old moved
In white shining raiment among the
flower-scents on the terrace; their
voices had the hushed charm Imparted
by open air and stillness; their eyes
were softer than silvery summer stars
in the pale moonlit sky. Minstrels of
old dared pay homage of song to lovely
chatelaines but now! a minstrel In an
ugly black dress suit and. hideous
breast-plate of amorphous white linen!
But this modern chatelaine, her pearls
half muffled in a silken scarf, happened
to turn Just then and meet the full gaze
of the silent minstrel's eye, bo that for
one brief and beautiful moment two
young hearts leapt together In a bliss
ful throb., Costume changes, custom
alters, old castles and old codes, and
even creeds stand and He in ruins; but
youth and joy, love. Innocence and song
are the same throughout all ages.
A few days later Wilfred Carr found
himself waiting with a beating heart
SHE HAPPENED TO TURN JUST
THEN.
In the library of Carlen house, whither
he had been summoned by its young
mistress for a private conference.
"What could she want with him?" he
asked himself, as he stood by the open
window and looked at the towered gate
way, shadowed now with morning light
behind it, and the cornfields and sea,
robbed now of their moonlight glamor.
He had not long to wait; the "plain
woman" quickly entered, and, after a
grave but genial salutation, plunged at
once Into the topic in hand.
"Sid Wilfred," she said, gently, "I am
told that your affairs are greatly em
barrassed; pray do not think me ob
trusive in asking if such Is the case."
. Such, he mournfully replied, certain
ly was the case; It was too kind of Miss
Ormonde to be Interested In the matter,
but he was about to appear In the Ga
zette.
"Well, now,"MIss Ormonde continued,
with a genuine, delightful, old-fashioned
blush and an agreeable hesita
tion In her speech, "It would give me
ah! very great pleasure to be able
and to be permitted to help you to
Borne Blight extent to pay off that is
to say to avoid liquidation."
Sir Wilfred " turned pale;' he wa
standing; he placed both hands on the
top of a chair to steady himself.
"Good Lord! She going to propose!"
he thought, "and I shall have to have
her." He said something unintelligible,
but as she was not listening, and he had
not the least notion of what he was
saying. It was of no consequence.
"Would," she faltered, with deepen
ing blushes and a husky voice, "would
to
7 rms
"GOOD LORD! SHE'S GOINO TO
PROPOSE!" THOUGHT HE.
twelve thousand pounds be of any use
to you?"
"Wouldn't It?" he exclaimed, catch
ing his breath and becoming straight
as a lance In a second. "It would just
trim the boat, thnt. and emptying the
stables, and so on."
"Then, please please," in a very sup
plicating voice, handing him a slip of
paper, "take it."
He was silent, with quivering Hps and
brimming eyes. He certainly was a
handsme fellow, Rosalind thought.
"But not to Monte Carlo," she added,
with a little, tremulous laugh, as, with,
some broken words of deprecation, ho
took it.
"No, not there," he faltered, too much
overcome for thanks.
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Made and Sold in 'Six Months, ending flarch i, 1896,
Total Product of
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The A Mill Alone produced 1,000,000 Barrels,
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MEGARGEL
WHOLESALE AGENTS.
THIRD NATIONAL BANK
OF SCRANTON.
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Surplus, - - 300,000
Undivided Profits, 64,000
aneciai attention o-tven
Accounts.
3 Interest Paid on Interest Deposits.
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"And no soul must know, remember
No, no Interest, no acknowledgment.
And." she added, after a little pauses
"don't pay court to my Margie unlets
you really love her."
"Ah! but I do; I do from the very bot
tom of my heart. Miss Ormonde.1 :
"He's going to reform and live on
penny buns and ginger pop," Rosalind
told Margery that evening. "I wondef
if any kisses will be thrown In?"
"I wish." Margery sighed, "I wish X
hadn't hit him quite so hard, poor feW
low.
"Young rascal!" added Rosalind, with
acerbity, "it was a stroke of luck far
too good for him."
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A couple of New York ladles were con
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