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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1885-3-19, Page 2A LITTLEAVERSION. The %'ale or a Troubled, I,ov e, mania* we shoe have got used to then in time tho er, who ha sea, could go" a ,as ho did "Thank y*, to r •eotbe's wanderin.was lost In the ianl.you.et, Aittl ny llesitata s kill she wasemitting. ed, perhaps it is sc 'rely worth w i e. r,,�i t►coln ealne, toward the fire, Certainly not, s u 1 Beatrix lea�ly, i hands. it s an �bi h l drawing back file tlawers, !, g was ,11"hy, th tuisf my frioii & Miss Bee "1 gw!ig' to say that I have a let -Ill p clue ter this morning calling the at once to actuatly 'atviiing; and to atm 'say to a Landon so that unfortunately their Come, ilicss See, ttl at t }� . ' y game of chess? You are dying et en- eweetness, if not wasted on the desert e air will at least be lost to me. Unless, li',� . e . n ., that i " he added, dre ing his voice, I am dying, laughed Beatrix, fol a 11'1' g. - - some one to quarrel with." you yi• 1: be good enough to give me. a " ,x very good:* said the lawyer, f t i violets." " Goad, e y g , ) , few t 'Take as many as you like." And administering a gentle rub to his nose. Beanie once more ofeered Niru the I don't see it, said his opponent,be- basket, tweeze a smile and pout, liew. my poor. dear broth - en dearly all his life at all but drown bimself rest of Miss Dune "That thing "' o," said' Mr, Lincoln gravely; "and would not be the hauls yet'US big enough. " at aril, saidAnthony, laughing, "They would at least smell as sweet, I suppose," said Beatrix gravely, as she handed item the flowers. "Scarcely, I Battle': Anthony answer- ed, carefullyrarrangin the little knot of blue in leas coat. There, I shall not take therm out until 1 return." very"Then n gI hope you will not be away 'Thank von." "Oh, I was only thinking how dead the poor things would be!" "Thank you," said Anthony again, Miss Thornhill moved toward the window by which her companion bad been seated, and looked orit, "And when arc We to see you back?" "Ob, you are only getting rid of me for two or three days, unless—" "Unless what?" "Unless volt would prefer my remain- ing away longer, or, indeed, not return- ing at all, "I think," replied Beatrix quietly,and with heneyes es still fixed on the scene outside, "that you are 'aware there is no question of preference in the matter for either of us. Young Norris drew a step nearer. "Miss Thornhill," be cried. his voice trembling a little, "will you let me say ; a word on this subject? I have never done so yet; it has been thought better it should be avoided between us, But I want you to do nee the justice to be- lieve that I can scarcely be a more un- welcome, than I am unwilling. guest. I only ask you for your own sake to glut up with my presence until the time , comes that shall set us both free, Much, I am aware, you must lose by my most unfortunate but innocent crossing of yourpath, but anythingin ' -- k' , Rower— anything wer anythang opsit for elle to cru-- .lie hese .. tated. "Short of making nue your wife;" laughed Beatisx. Anthonycolored, but said nothing. "Let us tope," she went On ga ly.,'"we shall neither of us be reduced to such extremities. Come, give me your hared; I freely forgive you what you certainly could not help. You see I can be gen- erous. The thousands that should have been mine 1 can leto without a pang. For the old place,""thle brown eyesmois- tened, I confess it is not so easy. Still "'Still'" said ,Antbon •, softly, "it is preferable to the other alternative. And flow," he added, with a smile, and ,gathering up lies letters, "as we quite understand one another, perhaps we I may meet again better friends. Good- bye." oodbye." "(.food -bye and au rerein and i'r.i or - cis—" "Yes?" he said, coming back. "I am sure Aunt Jo will miss you." Beatrix stood a moment listeningto Anthony Norris's retreating footstes, then she made her way to a little mirror that hung between two of tbe long French windows. She stood looking into it tboughtfull for the spaced two or three minutes; then he shook her head at the bright,piqunnt,willful face reflected there. No, she cried, apostrophising it "you •certainly are not ugly, Ivy dear; it ean:tbethat. Perhaps your temper is too. had.your " ci You likeown way,you know," with anothenoand a flof the brown eyes: "Still, if even Bray- brooke Court, and goodness knows how much a year can't make you even :toler- able, you must, I am afraid, be what cousin Charlie calls 'a poor lot.' Dear old Chattel I shall just sit down and write to .him. and sav he must Home at once if he doesn't; want me to die of combined batt temper and the young man from Shanghai." The impetuous mistress of the Court was 'net tong over her letter. She dash- ed it, as indeed she did at most things. not using two words where one would do. There it was in its envelope, ad- dressed and ready for the post; and then—then somehow Miss Thornhill ap- peared to find time hang somewhat heavily on her hands. Why, I cannot tell. I only know it was so. But I also know that had .you ventured to hint that so it was she would have contra- dicted your flatly: It scarcely could be the abset]Ce'of the departed guest for in the morning . they rarely met. 'Yet in the afternoon she sent back her horse after ordering it, to the .door, declared her Intention of not goingout at all, and was eventually pickeup by Mr. Liftt•olil`and the, dog -cart just 'outside Bowerdale, A,liiit.loanna really missed the, young man, 'as her niece had assured him she would db,: aird.loudly ` if: somewhat in coherently, bewaile him at everyturn " But,she met with no expp ressionof.sym pathy; from Beatrix at least. '`Deer me Aiunt da•"eried .the igirl as slit# threw Herself too: her cair: in the, & wing -room a f to dinner, now l have be'en inking What a'conitrort it was to bath �aFsgive's again. Don't you 'find it sO,'M s. Lincoln?" :: 4ettainly' my dear. Not that there .is -really anything, objectionable about Mr. Norris. Of course he had seen very ilitt1 df' society' -of 'ladies, T suppose, `iothing.at all. Still, es: onsap; " "•Goold gracious! , plydear Mrs. Lin- coln, what did 1: say?" cried Beatrix irony. I am sure I never said he ; had • lived among savages, as you seem to fancy he had done." "No, my dear. Well, I dare say you are right." " Not that it signifies," said Beatrix, fanningherself with a screen. "Not bit," assented Mrs. Lincoln. "We are talking of that poor, young„ Norris," explained Miss T.yuncombe as Mr. Lincoln came into the room. • we all miss him dreadfully; , though, why. Beeshould there saynot,and I'm - euro if chopsticks or anything of that sort e-- eeisles them von know. and CHAPTER iv. When Charlie Buncombe, obedient to orders and nothing lotb, arrived at the Court, he found himself greeted with such smiles and welcome as did not always fall even to his share. "Why. Bee," cried the broad-shoulder- ed, road-shoulder ed, fair -bearded young Yorkshireman bluntly. "you must be glad to see met Is the Chinaman so awfully Heavy in hand?" Bee gave her pretty head a little toss. If you mean Mr. Anthony Norris,. sir, he is not at all heavy in hand, as you call it. In feet, he is not at hand atall, for he happens to be still inLon- don." "Thera I wish he would keep there." Beatrix's eyes flashed mischievously; she gave a little yawn. "If you only knew how dull it is with: out bun!" Charlie I)uncombe's fair face crim- soned ever so little. lie drew nearer to where Beatrix was standing, , "Bee," he said wistfully. "you have clever got to care for the feline?" Then. Bee laughed outright. "Oh, you absurd boy!" she cried, "don't yon know we hate one another, and that he is gone to London just tie get out et your charming Cousin Bee's warts" "Nonsense! cried the young man stoutly, 1 dont believe anything of the sort, ,And if it was so, what should be come running back hero for. I should like to know" "To see Aunt Jo," said Beatrix de- murely. e- ur ' m el, y "Nonsense!" cried Charlie again. "Itis? Very well. Wait and see." Charlie Buncombe did wait. some fortnight at least, but be certainly did not see. lie did not so much as get a glance at "the voting man from Swing- hal; of whom he knew just as much as the outside world. and nothing more.. The "lucky fellow" had saved the old admiral's life. and been remembered accordingly. To make Mim welcome at the Court under the cireuuistances was all very right and proper,but the fellow ought to know when too<anll in Cous- in Charlie's opinion the time was come. As for Miss Tlcornhill's opinion, al- though be made no secret of his own. there was no arriving at it. She would contradict herself, and him, a dozen tinges a day. In the meantime there she was lits to ride with, walk with. talk with,and quarrel with, and he tried to be content. i ornetimes he would look at his companion and wonder if she was half so melt so. She .should have been. Bach morning atbreakfast no one was brighter; no one less inter- ested in 31r. Lincoln's communication from "our friend Norris," and certainly no one smiled more contentedly when the Iawyer almost daily announced his deferred return. But a morning came when Mr. Lineoln, gathering up its let- ters, breakfast over, laid a linger upon his young hostess's arm. "Give me a minute in the library," he said. "It is only e letter from young Norris," ]ie explained as he closed the library door behind thew. "Nothing very interesting, only the Shanghai peo- ple are sending hint to Lyons, business for the firm, of course, so we shall not see him back just yet. I am writing this mowing; I suppose I may tell him not to hurry? Ire may as well, take a run while he is aloin it. I dare say he finds us rather quiet folks down here." And the lawyer brushed an imaginary fly from off his nose. "No doubt," Miss Thornhill assented. "Pray beg him not to hurry." "13y the way, of course hesendspolite messages, .apologies and all that sort of thing'." "Olt, of course," said Beatrix, care- fully examining one of the pens upon the writing table. "But you are thinking of writing yourself?" II she cried, hastily dropping the pen. No! Well I may give him a mes- sage of some kind, t suppose? We must be ppolite, too you know." "Mr, Lincoln"said Beatrix hurriedly, "don't you think there are times when truth is preferable even to politeness." Her cheeks burned; her breath came in little gasps. Mr. Lincoln looked at her a moment almost wistfully. "No, d don't," he said boldly, and, with a wave of his hand, was gone. 'That morning Miss Thornhill an- nounced her intention of proceeding, with no further delay than waspositive- 1y; necessary, to Londofi for a few weeks. ii it To was, of course, to. accompany Ar i ii _. Gbusie Charlie might see ,hem wanly on their;' journey. On their re - tum he was to hold himself pledged to reappear at the Court—as were also the Lincolns. "To help with.the Chinaman, I sup- ose,!' he gruinbled,asBeatrix reminded him of his promise the morning of his departure, which was indeed the morn- ing orning after their arrival in the town. He could not resist h parting shot. But contrary to .expectation, it appeared to q r a that he, knew swell, that after' a 1 meant so little. Ier face was very white,' her lips trembled; a little, she spoke very qu"ctlyand yet he found himself repeating, "that he had done it this time ' bring nothing down. "Ire appears' to take a deal of looking after." Shot number two. Beatrix' looked up. "thatyou think," she -said uietly, that; itis just; possible Mr. Noris may be quite capable of. looking afterhim- self?" "I don't doubt it! he retorted.And then: CousinCharlie told himselfbe had done, it this time. She did not blaze out at him ie her old,hot whimsical way "You. don't know what you are talk- ing about," she said, `"scurf I--1 may not setyou xi ht. Sti'liat is there about Inc «Well, miss., then, since o that In lot ]eke you understand the _ you lig], have " ..fete' Ir as a t said Ii Metcalf, sort of salvo lean w s o of me or myasses- it," � , 1 v arn�n eu signs? Even if he d' not casfor an. to his conscience, and with an alacrity other, ark he does, tell you that he which be the next moment strove to wouldr . Iaokllt me." Shewas speak - iii hotly enough now. Aoriunsonflush- d ed cheek and brow; something terri- ble, like tears,were in her eyes. Charlie Bncombe stood aghast. What had be clone? lie knew nothing, avid yet he knew enough_ too Much. "Good -by, Bee," he said at last,not daring to look in her face, "I snail be was u faint ring of soinethiug like re - ready to come to you whenever I am Bret in lits voice; "acid you ladies was wanted." And, a mist carne into the to be sure and not go a ,t :trip of your - honest blue eyes, ""remember, dear, that selves. And, oit, if you please. Mr. Lin• I have always loved you—always." chin's love, he do Bops to'hting the He stooped down to the hot, shame- young gentleman back safe ;acid sound flushed face, kissed it and was gone, 111 time for dinner. And 1 think, ladies, " , or "Go on, if yen "please"," she said tak- ing her place at Mrs. Lincoln's Side. "You were sayiig— ell:ace and render void by an extra aw- fulness of tone and lnaluler:. "You see they do Say- as to the train your two gentlemen is a traveling by is just smashed to hteifer matches and them as isn't killecloutr'iglit isknoccked about orful. But, for bless me., l dare say, it size t more 'an half on it taste, there that's about onerrLrn t', i "Mrs. Lincoln,;" said Beatrix, "as the As the young 1 orkshirelnan turned two retraced'tlieir steps across the hall, his ac on to i city to ce e e , y" J ,malt Sufferers should correspond with asses, A. if 1•IXO1 :,t Sok],3O.l Wing ',trot est,I'oronto.tlanadx,'aiid enclose stamp for heir treatise nu Cetarrl,: dfontrtar Stal*, Not'. b k tl b t 1 1 t st d >vkll . ou tell Aunt Joanna CATARRH- ! NEW TREATMENT. envies the ro • xtraordinavysuccess dist 1101 steel:, „ca,iev, d in modern medicine leas. Jeers attained by the Dixon treatment ;or ea - Gerrit: Oat of SAW patients treated during the last menthe, fully ninety per cent. here been. rad Of this Stubborn malady. This is ..ole '0 less startling whom it is remembered that hot llvenets cent. of patients presenting themselves to the regular practitioner are lie- nefittetl,'wh:le thein, tent uieeicines and other "Avert_' cd cures clever record a cure 0t all. startia,g;with the Asim now Generally oolievett ,y the most scientific men thetdisease is ciao to the presence of living uarasitosin the tissue, ur. Vim, n 0t ones adapted ids cure to their extern:inatien-�tiai, .0ccainpiisl1ed, he ctaiine he Catarrh. isprnoticalls cured, and the per - ?metier iil:,ltsestaeaed;"as Cu,ca cffocte4 b7 lin four Fears A e. aro cures stilt. No one Ise Wiz attotnpte,t to cure Catarrh in this nannei•,and no other treatment ever cured atanb. Th, application of the remedy is am1•10. and can he de,i,o at home, and the "•efei:tERIMOD obities ear is the west faveir- I,la, fora aheetiy and permanent cure, the 'iajerity of cases being cured at -I., treat - what has 7.aha' and set his hones face toward the happened?- dust as much as is items - moorland breeze that he loved, be told sary, ;nothing more. I ani going into b.irnself he si,ould never be Kapp • amain, ; the library, If any one should want and so he, no doubt, believed. Ye''t by rue. or you should hear anytbing," with. tbe time the looked -for summons to the a little shudder, "you will and me Court came, he was, thanks possibly to there." those sante mainland breezes, feeling Then the lawyer's wife went back to sometbingg of ids old Light-hearted self, a Me room which Mise Buncombe had acrd was prepared to face even the net the courage to leave. Mr, Metcalf "young roan from Shanghai" with afair ' would scarctly have recognized his auiatlnt 01 equanimity. story as Mr. Lincoln told hill; but even Ire London, meantime, the season was en, it was quite enough to send the eot- at its height, anti our two country ladies or from poor Aunt ixitrna'a face, and were sooty in quite a whirl of gayety, set her teeth chattering. So the two Some of the old eountryneigbborshearit sat together. seareelvsFeaking,waiting of their arrival, and bliss Thornhill for tlwy knew nat 'Amt. found herself taken here, there, every. But they had not long to wait. Be - where. London got hotter and dustier i fore the sweet summer da& was very much nearer to its class ttrc+ dog -cart ere da , Miss Iluneoeabe began to ,, wonder iyn a feeble way what it would was at the door. No one lead heard. it be like if it got any hotter or any but Mrs. Lincoln, She east a glance dustier. Budgets of home news came . where her companion ;sat with tremb- almost daily front Meat Lincoln, but ,ing itauits over he neettiug, then stole there Was a parently3' notltint in their unnoticed from the riga%, eir, Lineoltt contents to neaten 1110 two ladies' re- was already in the hall. die was alone, turn. but one glance at his face waaisufiicieut But at length the morning, came to reassure bet•, when, suddenly and without a note of "Yes, safe and sound, both of them," warring, tbe young mistress of the he said, in answer to the look, No one. Court sounded the recall. it appears vera rnuelithe worse beyond "If yott havebad quite enough of all the fright and shacking. '.i'ho two acre this, Aunt Jo," slte said calmly, 1 thud,' walkin up the drive.. But wbere is we will, be oil, • Bee? Have yon been welt frighten. And. before Aunt Jo was quite clear ' or miter own mind as to whether it WAS "Frightened." echoed Mt -s. Lineoln, she or her niece wbo had done all the and then she told how gently the Bow - dining, dancing and gayety' in general, errlale Ariel bad done Itch sptrftlug. ' It .. and lits bad enoughof In consequence, , "And l>�eQ, she found herself once more seated in "1?oor Bee!! She is in the library. Site Tier own particular easy -chair at the ; betook herself there act Inlet —to hide Court, anti dropping stitchesinherknit- bee white face, 1 believe. ting as comfortably as if sbe had never ;i.t that moment feet wct'a' heard out- lefe it. Before the week was over, sidle; another and the two young men everything, indeed, was going on very were in the hall. Aunt Jo was there much as before for e. ery'bodv. The Lin- ; too. shaking bands with both act Once. colas wer0 flack, t oliSln Charlie wa there; the ""young Tuan from Shanghai" was looked for daily. Then came a telegram; be would be at the Court that night. t'liarlie I)unconxbei lead gone some thirty miles down the road that morn- ing, and would be returningby the same train, Mr. Lincoln agreeto wait ill Bowerdale, meet the two 'oungIt melt with the (log-eart.atnd bring them home. Miss buncombe left her easy -chair and her knitting. altd becittne a very bee for the way in which site buzzed about the niece, trotting backward anti ford warn to poor dear young Norris's' room to see that all was comfortable. until Beatrix suggested her taking up her abode there for the day as a saving of wear and tear both to herself and the stair -carpet. But the final visit was paid listen and e�whe l3�iofstite her- self dog-cart. It was, it is true, some half hour or more before even the train could be looked for at Bowerdaie but Miss Duricombe's movements were not given to be influenced by trifles. After many false alarms, carriage - wheels at last were really heard upon the gravel, and Aunt Jo rushed to the nail windows in time to catch a glimpse of the nondescript vehicle disappear- ing in the direction, of the kitchen and stables. Once more disappointed the poor Iady returned to her chair and knittin Well?" questioned Beatrix. Butcher or baker, my dear; I really could not see which." "Ah, here is Briggs;" laughed Bee -a. minute or two later. ""fie can tell us— butcher or baker, or—" She stopped suddenly. Briggs, a usually florid -complexioned individual, and not given to the hold- ing of his tongue when an eligible op- portunity presented itself for wagging it, stood in the doorway, white -aced, open-mouthed, but, as it seemed, un- able,. or, for the first time in his life, unwilling to speak. "What is it, Briggs?" cried the three ladies simultaneously. For answer, Brigs made his way over to Mrs. Lincoln's chair, and whis- pered something in her ear. "Excuse me a minute," she said; "a messenger from Mr. Lincoln," and fol- lowed the man from the room. Briggs, steppinn softly, led the way to the servant's `hall where men and maids were gathered, and where the Bowerdale butcher stood the centre of an. eager, questioning, yet awe-struck group. "Now#, Mr. Metcalf, if you 'please," said Briggs, who had recovered his voice. The men and maids drew back. Mr. Metcalf who knew Mrs. Lincoln as well as he. knew Mr. Brigggs himself, touch- ed an imaginary hat -brim. . "It's Lawyer Lincoln as sent me here' ma'am. Fact is there's been a trifle of an accident some 20 miles or so down, the road,and the young gentleman, Mr. buncombe and t'other,.as he. was agoin' to meet with' the lawg-carb,won'tbo in just yet.. Mr. Lincoln lie was afraid as some one might be.rttnning' cover here with the news, • and e : scarin' of yew ladies unnecessary: sol you see---" "Yes, .yes, L sae,•", interrupted Mrs.; Lincoln, feeling quite scdred elfou lh as. it was: "What about the �accii'ent? • Any one. killed or hurt? What�h;tve you heard?" • -. "Well, you see, ma'am," said Mr. Metcalf, with a little cough ."they keeps., these things so precious dark. They don't know nothing! But 1 'did hear" and Mr. Metcalf who was really be in ing to enjoy himself, came to a sudden stop, his eyes fixed on something or 9 somebody visible to him over Mrs.. Lin- coln's shoulder.: Mrs. Lincoln turned as did the rest and the mistress of the Court came forward. She was very rale but perfectly'self-possesses) laughing anti crying ley turns as sbedid so. But there was nu Ileatrts. Charley 1)uncoiube. as the htwyer had done be- fore him.cried; "Where is flee?" Then the lawyer's wife, as she also had done before. told bow Beatrix bad betaken herself to the library. "Afraid eh?" said ('herley. .1.fratid to ('01110 Mel loot: at the pier es. Here we are, flee," he shouted as he hurried from the hall, svuding his strong young voice crown the passage before ]rim as 110 wt'n., so Mit lieatrjx must have been act mire relieved as to the safety sell Soundnessof his lungs at least.. Anthony Norris. meanwhile, stood half stiffly, wholly silent by. 1'erltaps he was feeling --ars we are all more or less itt such moments given to feel even in eases of Ionger acquaintance—that all the acquaintance,all thefriendsbip, lead to begin over again. If ice felt even something more titan this, something of doubt, saty. as to his welcome, his re- ception, it is not very wonderful. But Mr. Lincoln slid not give him much time for thepindulging in feelings of any "Come," Come " pleasant 1, of lc t cureverse. s sho i- Miss Bee there are no bones broken;" amid be- fore the younger man could resist, he found himself beinghurried down the long, dim passage that had become so familiar to him.. The library door stood. open. At the far end of the room was ,Hiss Thornhill. She was seated at the longemptytable, her arms were laid upon it herface was quite hidden: ill them, nothing but the dark, glossy head was visible. Charley Duncombe was bending over her say- ing something in a low, tender voice. Anthony Norris stepped back. The lawyer put out a detailing hand, but he was too late. As Beatrix raised her head, a figure in the doorway disap- peared, hasty footsteps went echoing down the passage. CHAPTER vI. Anthony Norris lead been back a week. Visitors were at the Court. If they were supposed to be there with any view to his particular entertainment, they were somethingof a failure. Char- ley buncombe and iss Thornhill did the honors of the neighborhood; arrang- ed rides, drives, picnics, water parties; but as yet Anthony had found no time, or, it might be, inclination, to join in them. Not even the lovely summer days—still less, it seemed,Miss Thorn- hill.—had power to tempt him from the big, somewhat sombre room,;where, 'away from the laughing, idle 'world'by� which he was surrounded, he worked, or was supposed; to be working, at no- body quite knew what. Of course there were times and seasons when he could not So absent himself, but'the bronzed dark -eyed, rather stern-faced stranger made no particular impression upon anybody, and perhaps, faithful Aunt Jo was the only one in all"the big, cheerful household who really`troublecl Herself as to him or his° doings; t say "per- haps," because ff the • mistress of -'the big house. may have been supposed to do- so, the'youne man himself was. ,cer- tainly unconscious of it. He only knew that he had never seen her more smil- ► more light-hearted, and that Char - ;lee eves forever al; her elbow. They were together now, strolling side by Side about the lawn and garden, 1t was a' morning fresh from Para- dise. The sun shone,' roses 'bloomed; .a light breeze came whisppering over t'he e flower -beds and brought their stolen iiagrance to Anthony, Norris as he siood. at the open `, library window, watching the unconscious ci)Uple.. 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