Lucknow Sentinel, 1891-11-20, Page 6e';'r•AeggXs'fe'aataia*gi•','-';NlPa'e'e,'Ale,,eeoee,r,ee.,te.,rrsee-eeee,eeaeeser•eeeeeeeesee ete •
WS LOVEllS.
„,.-• .,2- :. ,. _ _ _,_ 1014,where 1,,sati_ ,_ he took s , .1 Yelnog lady was wearing * Very
RIAlgiOseeine watch et with , hrilliente he
• vialineeere addreselhg the porter. "It
ei ,.....144:084.riage
, Wae au ona elecl hunter as far as I mild sae
Itsout and looked at it more than once
• fOrewe reaeleed----"
-"'Do yon know the lady ?" inqaired the
eateca loeking hard at the than- "Are
• pa tiegnainted? Is slae a friend of Years?',
lehaare never seea the young lady in my
-----lifestintilste-daye 1 -was- in -the train -when -
idle got in at Menton.
Then the porter leaned out of the car-
..
riage and called loudly for "Bill," who, in
the shape , of another porter, presently
arrived, accompanied by the guard and a
policeman, by whom Helen was questioned
closely, and by whom her companion was
keenly scrutinized. The train which had
I
,,....;:eseeS;rese„,esee,s;seeeseeeerstISItseedatsaids-,,,thaeetatidoosslerePietethe
--'-Ualee s might be &Alecrea; now proceeded
Into St. David's statioa, the policeman and
" Bill" remaining in , the carriage, the
former still cross-examining Mies Mitford
and keeping a watchful eye on the mane
Helen toldher short story concisely; she
was not the kind of woman who outwardly
•skireeskerhesil or growe couffized" In an un-
pleasant emergency ; though, in in: th,, she
Was friglatened'and miserable at li art, she
preserved a dignity of manner calca!ated to
freeze her interrogators.
When the train drew up alongside the
crowded Exeter platform, the m La with
whom Helen had traveled collected his be-
Tengiugasad was -about te leave the car:,
nage, had not the policeman interposed,
civilly enough, but decidedly.
"I am sorry, sir, but we shall want to
speak to you. The circumstances are not
altogether satisfactory, Pip afraid. Before
reaching this lady looked at her
watch, it was safe then. She falls asleep
almost immediately on . leaving , you
Were alone in the carriage with her ; when
(she awakes the watch is gone, likewise the
rue, The circumstances, as you'll allow,
----saw net eatisfaetozy, and it is my duty to
• ,
• sift them to the bottom." ,
The man tamed first red and then very
• pale.
,, .
' Then you suspect me of stealing ?" he
demanded, and the dismay in his yoke
tiniched Helen ; she turned her gray eyes
compassionately upon him.
" I am quite sure he did not do it," she
.,.
said quickly, addressing the policeman.
"Thank you ma'am," said the man.
• "What reason have you for saying that,
Mies ?" inquired the policeman, sternly.
4 'I can see he is an honest man," Helen
answered; her feminine logic was not con-
•14in" Shehading.lione other than a woman's reaSon,
• She thought him so, because she thought him
• so.'
•The policemen smilel grimly.
• ." He will have to prove himself an honest
• men by turning out his wickets for one
• thing and giving a satisfactory account of
Ximielf for another. Will,you kindly oblige
tile with -your name, sir, ° your business and
/our destination?"
"No difficulty about the (roe ,or. theother.
nanie' is Sinithers; Smithers,
• native of Barford, county of Warwick. I'm
• a. gentleman's servant, valet to Mr. Albert
Jonezi, who is travelling in a first-class
=eking compartment in the front part of
this train. We are on' our way to Newton
Noelcombe, North Devon, the seat of
rex Adolphus Jones, Knight, father to MV
•master.'
• The policenianlisfened to this explanation
attentively, then turned with a wise and
• . -•
•skeptical smile to Bill.
"We must find this Mr. Albert Jones,
'Bill," he said.
At that moment there hurried past the
• carriage window a tall, good-looking young
man, whose face was wrinkled with a frown,
and who scanned the crowd upon the `plat-
form in evident and impatient search for
some one whose duty it was to be found.
• " That is my master," cried Mr. Smithers,
with a note of triumph in his voice.
" Ask the gentleman to stop here a mo-
• ment," said the policeznan, addressing
."
"1 must get out," Helen said,desparately.
" I have to change trains here, I can not
wait."
"We must settle up this matter before
you go, Miss."
"Then we must settle it outside, on the
platform. I can not stay here."
,As she spoke, " Bill," accompanied by the
gentleman, reached the door, which stood
-open. This Mr. Albert Jones was of pre-
possessing appearance. He was a handsome,
prosperous, genial, young, man. His easy
temper was very seldom ruffled, indeed a
fess contented man than he could have
found little to grumble at in his smooth and
geelden path. But ' just now he looked hot
end irritated, and he spoke angrily. '
" What on earth is all this about, Smith-
ers? Why on earth will you travel third
when I pay for your second-class ticket ?
You are so infernally economical that you
deserve to be locked up !" Then catching
sight of 'Helen's figure from behind
the policeman, whither she had
withdrawn on his approach he
went on with charitable interest and
some condescension. " If that is the, per-
reen who fancies Smithers has got her purse,
/. can assure her that she's mistaken.
Smithers don't rob me so I am Sure he
would net rob her. But if she can't get
Rome without a ticket, I hope she will
allow me to provide her with any money she a
inaY want."
This open-handed generosity, this con-
venient suggestion should ,surely have been i
received with gratitude and thanks, 'but
exasperated, robbed, proud Helen chose to t
be offended, With the mien of an affronted p
princess she pushed her"way past the police-
Irian and answered this overbearing gentle-
man With extraordinary dignity and cold- p
ness.
" I did not think that your man had '
stolen my things. I knew that he had not.
And I want nothing but to be allowed to
leave the carriage. Would you kinkly let i
me pass?"
k CHAPTER III.
"Whose humble means watch not
1Llbaughty spirit."
Shakespeare. •
Miss Mitford's voice, face and manner v
were so unexpected as to bo a little start-
ling.
But the ye,Ung man instantly stood c
=tide and raised his .bat with an ingratiating
Mile. He smiled, not because he found
her manner amusing, but because it was his t
habit to smile whore women were concerned.
, ^
They were always tio very graciodir to. hi
that be had never yet found occasion t
frown in 'their company. -He half offer
his hand to help her *light from the car
riage, but laa WU'S ill” a Moment- tog Wei •
she was already on the platform.
She found that the train to Noelcombe
was behind its time; it would not bein fee
-hell an hour. thiririg the :earlier part of
that interval, Smithers who was now exon -
masted from auspicion, and Helen, formed
the nucleus of a. group consisting of several
ciele, the policeman and Sinithersines-
ter, who, to that young person's annoyance,
kedi entered With officious interest into the
•discussion concerniug- hee Iola. -He- wan a
young man of some energy, and energy to
bil0t3e who live- idle lives is a superfluous
possession, of which they are glad to find
opportunity to rid themselves. Besides
which Miss Mitford was an unusuallypretty
girl and in distress. So he took the investi-
gation of the affair into his own hands,
directed every measure which was adopted
,foxthereeeveryef the property aske
hundred questionsrand cAloveed-' eometa
for the detective trade.
length, the subject,, as it proved,
thelesahset wasun
o
eThpeelelerdostso-esx:binininitattus whichWnot-
ple ant part of the unfortunate day. At
was brought to an abrupt conclusion by the
L Viia. Li Zulu. Ha:lea with-
drew to the ladies' waiting room where she
sat, sulking, in the stifling heat of that
crowded room. She was cross, hot, tired,
but she was glad to escape from her un-
desirable notoriety and- still more glad to be
quiet of the persistent gaze and searching
interrogations of that complacent son of the
lirealenee purse -proud Sh Adolphus donee,
whose condescending attentions were intoler-
able.
"The train won't be in for ten minutes,"
he said, at once.. " I hope you don't mind
my having sent for you, but I thought you
would like a cup of tea, or something afore
you go on."
Mr. Jonee, young, good-looking, popular
among his fellow -men, and heir to a pro-
digious income, was not likely to be humble
nor blind to his own advantagee.
The kind maidens and their still kinder
mothers, with whom he came in contact at
every eine of his life, had flattered and
cajoled him into the belief that his personal
attractions were irresistible. Of the more
substantial attractions which he possessed
they were evidently oblivious, and he, to do
him juatice, did not suspect hie guileless
flatterers of ulterior designs, but accepted
their proffered friendship with frank
pleasure, ascribing his popularity with the
fair sox to any reason and every reason but
the right one.
With an appreciative eye, he noted the
beauty of Miss Mitford's graceful figure ;
the turn of her throat, the erect pose of her
head, the length of her curly lashes, the
dimple that cleft her round chin, and the
curve of her short, upper lip. She was
more than pretty—she was. beautiful, and
just the style of girl whom he admired •• he
wished to see more of her ; he would like
to hear her talk. , How silent she was, and
how solemn—saddened, no doubt, by her
depressing- position. He would like to see
her smiles; her smile ought to be very
sweet ; there was a. suspicion of a dimple
indenting her pale cheek. How white, how
travel -soiled, how grave she looked. -
was so sorry for her.But her conduct was
disappointing, for she, with frigid polite-
ness, refused his offer of tea, and turned to
re-enter the ladies' waiting -room.
" Why not wait here ?" he inquired,
earnestly.
" I should like to rest until the train is
in," whith what he called her unfortunate
governess manner.
" You can rest out here," pointing to an
adjacent bench ; "there is more air out
here. It is much better for you than being
stifled among all those women. Do eoine,
yeti are looking so awfully done up, and I
will bring you a cup of tea down here."
But the waiting -room door had closed
behind her before his sentence was ended.
It was evident that she was very gauche,
but it was also evident to her observant and
goOd-natured companion that she was tired
out ; he was convinced that she had refused
his offer from some other motive than disin-
clination for the proffered refreshment.
" It is an awkward thing for a shy girl to
accept Anything from a strange fellow," he
reflected. ‘ 1 was clumsy ; I must manage
it better. She shall have her tea, I swear,
for 1 know she is dying for it," and he
walked off to the refreshment room.
A few minutes later a maid, accompanied
by Smithers, and carrying tea, cake, bis-
cuits, and a plate filled with white -heart
cherries, entered the ladies' waiting -room.
There, at Smithers' direction, the tray was
placed on the table by Helen's side, with
the words—
" The gentleman desired me to .bring
these, ma'am."
The retreating figure showed no conscious-
ness of Helen's quick disclaimer—
" It is a mistake. I ordered nothing—I
want nothing."
That tea and those seductive cherries
stood untested at this, foolish girl's elbow ;
she looked at them wistfully, but she
touched them not. When her train came
into the station, she felt that she was turn-
ing her back on a terrible temptation, as
she bustled out upon the crowded platform,
where she was immediately joined by Mr.
Jones.
"This way if you please. I've got you a
carriage. My man will see to your luggage ;
it is •the
And he hnstied her on fill they reached
n empty compartment, the door of which
was held open by Smithers.
" I am traveling third," she said, glanc-
ng within the carriage. " This is first."
" The man—the who -de -you -call it at
he ticket office"—stammering over the
revarication—" gave me a zirat class ticket
or you."
[As indeed he had done, and had been
aid for it, too.]
" Thank you, but I like third best ; it—
t is cooleet." ,
"As you please." This girl was less shy
han disagreeable after alL " I am going
n there," indicating the smoking -carriage
next door, ".so you would get this place to
yourself. The rest of the trade is very
: enuah crowded."
•
m held the door open. "Take your seats 1"
o iihouted &porter at her elbow. An eager
ed crowd of excited exeursionists surged past
- a drunken, man staggered Cloile to her. Mr.
-Jeues said nothing, bot peeservad aide&
gfeureesiattioan.ir. The drunken man settled the
Helen shrunk away in disgust
from Entine end seyinge "1 really. think I
will go in " entered the carriage pre-
cipitately, and some loss of dignity.
"There was an excursion to Exeter from
Barnstaple to -day," Mr. , Jones explained.
" They go back by this train. We shoji get
rid of the crowd there."
He was standing on the platform, still
with his hand- en -the sillof the open window.
He was thinking that it would have been
pleasanter to' travel with this handsome
girl than to smoke next door. He was in
search of an excuse to change his mind and
join her. Miss Mitford, with a calm and unap-
proachable mien, returned his steady gaze.
An excuse was not easy to find, but just
before the train started he gave her an Mk-
tjog of his iptentiodeejaeyd4laiekeyoads-ess
._V—
ent BORLe7iritplqa'-iir
you care to look at them. I shall see you
again at Barnstaple; I shall have done my
smoke by that time. Au rezioir."
He means to travel with me from Barn-
staple to Noelcombe," Helen concluded,
closing her lips tight and not looking amia-
.
Thatis precisely what he had meant, and
what he also proceeded to do. '
At Barnstaple he entered the carriage,
as though it was a matter of course that
he should do so, and taking the Beet op-
posite to its occupant, he said :
"I hope you don't mind my coming in
here'?
•
Helen hesitated. She believed that the
hite ticket which he held had been pro -
Wed by the generosity of the railway corn -
any ; she also believed that by a fortunate
oincidence—not by bribery and corruption
—the selected compartment -happened to be
• t th only compartmento fullw
raiti. a
Smithers, with respectful mien, patiently t
There were such a lot of men in the other
carriage that they smoked me out."
, She made some inarticulate sound which
suggested her indifference to his movements.
A pile of illustrated papers lay, where he
had placed them, beside her on the seat.
He pointed at them and asked whether she
had been reading.
"It is too hot to read," she said.
• "Perhaps you are one of the people who
can never read in a train ?"
"1 read sometimes."
" It makes your head ache, perhaps?"
" Yes, it does."
" Does it make your head ache to look at
pictures ?" •
" No "—a moment's pause; " bout talking
makes my head ache."
" I'm so sorry; that is particularly un-
fortunate, for I have a question or two
which I really must ask you. You see, I
ought to have a full description of your
watch add purse, a minute account of your
fellow-travellere—every particular, in fact,
of the circumstances to gond up to head-
quarters as soon as possible. I am sorry to
trouble you, but I want it down in black
and white; it would .not do to trust to my
memoiT in any important business."
He drew out a book—it might have been
a note-book—and pencil from his breast
• pocket, and began in a. business -like way to
question Helen, and write down her answers.
She was impressed by his manner and set
at ease by this explanation of his intrusion.
"Your name ?"
" Helen Mitford."
"You came from. Meriton, you said—
started about 2.30 ? How far do you' live
from the station?'
" Two miles."
He entered this important item carefully.
"Meriton is a pretty village," he re-
marked. " I have often passed through it
on my way to Diomore."
Helen started and looked at him.
"You know Dremere ?" he pursued.'
" The Chilterns are awfully nice people."
Lady Chiltern was Helen's cousin and
moat intimate friend ; but she had grown
frigid again, for what had the Chilterns to
do with the notebook, or the theft?
Would you kindly describe your fellow -
travellers ?" he proceeded, with solemnity,
his pencil poised in the air and his dark
eyes watching her expressive face.
"A thin, middle-aged man—I thought
he was a dissenting minister—sat next to
me. There was a woman—a smart woman
with feathers and, dirty hands—opposite to
me. The other people were men ; I hardly
looked at them. I could not recognize either
of them."
"Poor men 2" murmured the gentleman,
writing in his book.
This superfluity of the dialogue was a
mistake on his part. A delicate color rose
to Helen's cheek ; she averted her eyes and
her attention from her vis-a-vis, and fixed
them on the landscape. The scenery
through *which they were passing was
magnificent. Great hills, topped with
rugged bowlders of gray granite, clothed
short turf on which droves of horned sheep
• were browsing, streaked and belted with
woods of oak and ash, rose albsotit perpen-
dicularly from out the smiling valleys.
" Oh, look," she suddenly cried, with a
• deep -drawn breath of happiness, pointing
through the open, window, " there is the
seae"
A blue and wrinkled belt, of water glit-
tered between a cleft hill,' at the sight of
which Mr. Jones, on being thus accosted,
expressed rapture.
" Have you never been here before ?"
" Neeer."
"Itis such a ripping little place, I know
you will love it. Whereabouts in Noelcombe
are yon staying ?"
" I don't know exactly where the house
is. ,
" might have to see you, don't .you
know, about this business; I may have for
gotten to ask you some important question,
so I 'ought to know your address."
" My aunt lives at'Carnation Cottage."
For some time his governess theory about
her had been wavering ; it now expired.
" How long shall you be down ?" he
asked, anxiously.
"Ido not know."
" You will be here until the week after
next?"
" Oh, yes."
" I shall probably hear something from
the railway company in a few days ; in that
case I will call and tell you what tey say
—that is, if you will allow me to do so."
" Thank you ; you are very kind."
The words were unimpeachable, but the
tone in which they were utteres1 was not
encouraging.
" We shall be very lucky if we can hear
of either watch or purse again."
'The " we " was offensive to Miss
Mitford.
" Yes, the recovery of things lost in that
ay is so unlikely that I am exceedingly for
orry that you troubled yourselfat all about had
he matter." of t
•
She was very dignified and grand, but he
was not weds.
"It is the sort of a search I like," he said
frankly; "1 shall be as proud as Lucifer if I
-eau trace them. If it eau be done, it shall
be done, I promise you."
"I don't see how you are going to do it."
•." Leave it "
to eate . he. _told her with, aa
smile of superior wisdom. And then he
diplomatically began to extol the glorious
country through which they were passing.
There was Norte Point, there the merciful
lighthouse which guarded the ships off that
sharp peninsula of jagged rookie there was
the famous Toro, there a Druidical etene
there a crerniech. If his geography- was in:
accurate, Helen did not discover it, but
listened GO what he said. with interest and
smiled upon him.
But when the travelers reached Noel-
combe Road poor Helen discovered that the
Misfortunes of that unlucky day were not
yet over. With a culpable want of fore-
thought, Mr. Jones desired her to interview
„seeersee elsee'esse4seseeee
epeenlative way, appreciated the atteace
4Y4 .b1411.$3! ofhe.
The old residents of Neeloomise and Ito
neighberhosal—among whose number Six
was not—conaervative to tho.
backbone, regarded those horizontal rem; of.
reiminerativeshoueee, and that enormous
maneloneflankedby.acresesf.glasiaand.evere
mart alike in color and deeigu, in the
middle.distance, with distinct disfavor.
But the county patronized Sir Adolphus ,
-and hie family e rich neighbors who owned
an eligible son, daughters, too, .liufficiently
good -reeking and more than aufficiently -
dowered, who kept open hewn) where cham-
pagne- .flowed.likemater,.. Where.aireab
cook presided in the sumptuouleakitchen,
where your presence was eagerly welcomed„
and where your wit was sure to be appreci-
ated, were acquaintances to be cultivated.
Mimi Elizabeth Mitford was in face, 4dia-
poeitifin, and in manner, a mild caricature
of her brother, the rector.
Her gray hair was arranged in rows of
statism, 'neater and ticket colieetor in his raduated curls on either side of her tanned
Pire'Sendef'dirt-daine
and the tedious routine of endless questions
which she had already answered had to be
repeated. At the time the useless delay
fretted hr, but when et last she was set
free, and, on emerging from the station,
found that omnibuses and cabs had alike
etas Z,ed-foe Noelcombe,
box five miles from her destination,sshe was
dismayed and ready to cry.
>" Why didn't you fetch me ?" she in-
quired, miserably, of a porter ; " you saw
me here, you knew I was going to Noel -
combo. Why did you let the omnibus start
without me ?"
"-I uniterstood you were along .oi Mr.
Jones, Miss," the man said ; " you came
up in the trein along o' him. His man went
on in the cab, but the dogcart is outside
waiting."
At tuis moment Mr. Jones himself ap-
proached and asked Htlen anxiously what
was wrong. When she had explained her
position and this culminating misfortune,
he was extremely concerned. He rated the
porter with great severity and used unpar-
liamentary language about the thick heads
of the west -country people.
" However," he added, turning to Helen
with courtly and ingenuous air, " it is fortu-
nate that my cart is here, for, as I am going
your way, I need not tell you how pleased I
shell be to drive you to Carnation Cottage."
His manner 'was very happy. If Helen
had not, by an abrupt turn of her head,
caught sight of a meaning grin on the face
of the porter, she would most likely have
dipped over a wide mouth that curled up at
the corners with a bland contentedness
which was almost, but not quite, a smile a
her chin receded, and her over -arched eye-
brows wrinkled her forehead deeply, and •
left her round blue eyes wide open.
irwserindriffervatee her app..-:-....--ance hat
not to her comfort. For the sake of shade,
she wore a wide -brimmed straw hat, bound,
for the sake of security, with a black ribbon
beneath her chin. For the eake of coolness
she wore a light chintz own, fashionel
with a view to ease, not, el gence ; for the,
sake of convenience, she woe inagloves.
1 have described her in liar gardeniug garb, •
and as she spent the greater part of each
day in this pursuit, and often snatched an
hour from the night for murderous sallies
on slugs—which is a form of gardening—
this was her perpetual summer costume.
The atmosphere within a hundred yards
ef Carnation Cottage was redolent of
flowers; the round grass plot before the
home was edged and sprinkled with beds
that were thick with blossom.
A small conservatory which opened out of
the drawing -rooms was a complete blaze of
'color. Miss • Mitford's plants seemed to
understand and respond to their owner's
love, and half -killed themselves to gratify
her by their profuse bloom.
The trellised walls of the cottage were
concealed by .creeping fuchsias, and myrtles,
which were trained so as to completely
cover them. Against the house was a broad
bed of poppies, their scarlet and yellow
-'omplied gratefully with this suggestion,1 petals caught the rev. th 'nking sun.
but that grin aroused a suspicion in her On the window ledges boxes filled .
mind that determined her immediate action. with mignonette, lobelia and marguerites.
• It would have been a relief to have said Ar old-fashioned border of hollyhocks, sun- •
something really rude to this presumptuous, flowers, sweet peas, candy -tuft, honesty,
low -born stranger; her eyes were danger- balsams, phloxes and pansies edged the
ously bright, she was very angry. With a gravel . walk • that . swept round
meaningless inclination of the head she the grass plot and led to the gate through
waived the'question, and turning, re-entered Which Carnation Cottage was reached. Thin
the station. After giving the stationmaster gate was no smart entrance, but a gfeen
sufficient orders for the forwarding of her door let into the cob wall; by its side was
box at the earliest opportunity, she in- a bell -handle mounted on a brass plate, on
quired from him her way to Noelcome, and which the direction " Ring and walk in"
then, without looking to the right hand or was engraved.
the left, set off at a rapid pace in the da, On the centre of the lawn a tulip tree and '
rertion indicated. a standard, magnolia grew side by side,
• A few • minutes later the •unconscious beneath them stood a rustic garden seat on
offender, Mr. Jones, climbed into his cart which Miss Mitford was now sitting; she
and drove off after tee dark figure, which held her watch in her hand, at which she
was already at some distance from him, and glanced every now and then, with .evident
upon which he kept his eyes. Hewondered anxiety. Presently she rose, and bustling
why she would not start with him ; perhaps over to the garden door she opened it and
she was shy of the people at the station. prowled out upon the road, thence she soon
She had not • seemed a bashful young returned very breathless and with an in -
woman; no doubt that studiously cold way creased anxiety depicted on her face. She
of hers was a form of shyness. He would then hurried into the housecalling " Betsy."
wait until she turned the cornerof the road, People who are desperate use desperate
and was consequently out of sight of the 1 remedies, and if Betsey was not a fiesperate
station, before he picked her np. remedy, she was at least an old • servant,
How well and how quickly she moved! who though she was wont to say, "she
Neither heat nor weal iness beat down her knew her place," did not keep it, but tyr-
erect head ; how 'high she held it! Her annized over her gentle mistress pa
a
shoulders were rigid as she walked; there " valuable servant" alone knows how to do.
dwraosopnmog nabnodnutlahteiorn: snhoethhinadgangennnteolem, pnroorWhen Misa Mitford had repeated her call
_ If or
" Betsey " several timeas she recollected
rinsing back. Thesun was low in the west, the that Betsey was always conscientiously deaf
air was cooler than it had been all day, a ` to a call, and only responded to a summons
freshening evening breeze had risen, yet how from the bell. So she rang, and then paced
pale she looked. Poor girl, she was tired to and fro the hall, looking now at the
ande
nextmomentflowers on the table.
touched wasththe hoeaior ns g s id ewith 0 fthehe rawhip,nd
ougrandfather's clock in the corner, now at the
addressing her by name. An old woman, lean as a rook, with hard,
hurry ; you had gone in a moment, before I down with a curl at the corners, opened a
"Miss Mitford, you went off in such a black eyes, and a mout h which twisted
knew where you were. Please , get in as side door and came into the hall.
quick as you can, the horse won't stand." "Look at the time, Betsey," cried her
He leaned over the splash -board and offered mistress, pointing at te clock and shaking
her his hand to help her into the cart. her head. " See how late it is, and that
Noelcombe," she answered, moving on as Seel sure something has happened. I hare
" Thank -you, but I'm going to walk to dear child has not yet arrived. I begin to
she spoke. He caught sight of her face; been uneasy all day, no doubt a presenti-
there was animosity in every line of it. - ment of misfortune and—"
" You can't walk," he said, " it would " Thunder in the air, ma'am," inter -
kill you. It's five miles—more---and an
awful road—hills the whole way—hills like tions in a blazing sun is eno to give
rupted Betsey, "and,tying up them coma-
e switchback."
. presentiments to mummies."
She .did not argue, but she. walked on , " John tells me that the omnibus came in
faster : he kept the cart by her side.
" I assure you that you can't walk," he : almost crying. " The flies are even fleeter
1 half an hour ago," pursued Miss Mitford,
said, a little irritated and very much sur- t than the omnibuses. Dear me, dear me,
exaggerating—it is five miles if it is a step iicoMP.' Betsey, where • canithat poor -
You
don't know what that distance in this
prised. • "You don't understand, I am not
girl be ?" *
the more I think, the more anxious I be-
nt of the country means. You must get "Mies Helen is a young lady who can
pa
in—indeed, you must ; you are tired out i
, take good care of herself, ma.'am, better
already."
! tho.n many twice and •thrice her age. Her
i
' hank you, but I would rather walk , thead is fit for use as well as for ornament,
were the diiitance ten tunes greater than 1 and
she holds it high."
it is."
' Under those circumstances I have f
rightthe present wrong—Miss Elizabeth
, - i With Betsey the absent were always
nothing more to say."
hardly heard' her words, she sprung up
And, taking off 'his hat with great cere- : from her seat and wrung her hands, fearful
mony, Mr. Jones drove off, leaving 4. irri-
tating cloud of dust in hie track. Misgivings began to crowd upon " her
, anictions mind.
Before the cart was out ofsight Helen had ' These are dreadful days, Betsey," she
repented her decision. t •
Raid " the papers teem with horrors. I
"1 was a fool," she said, " it would have live
so safely here that I do not consider
been better to have driven with a butcher h
, t e dangers of others less blessed than
or a hangman than this."
" This" was a ' long, steep, stony hill
victims into' small portions and throw
myself. Those terrible murderers cut their
which stretched before her.
• Betsey poesessed the ineteentleeentur
them here and there ove the hedge."
CHAPTER weakness—a perniciou
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm •
skeptical mind';
And in the Chasms are foam and yellow sands : she even went to the 1 ngth. of occasionally
In cluster ; then a molder'd churcheand high
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf •
' read " on the- paper," so now, instead of
doubting the infallible truth of what she
A long street climbs—
an acrid, superior Smile.
ENOCH ARDEN. 'sharing her companion's fears, she ensiled,
Noelcombe was keit such another fishing- ' "so we hear, ma'am, but we don't see
hamlet as that home of Philip, Enoch and nothing of such things down in thea®
Annie, above described ; but its one nar- respectable parts, and as for Miss Helen
row street, after climbing half -way up the being murdered and made away With, I'd
broken cliff -side, was met and lost in row be sorry for the ruffian who attempted itt"
after row of neat, newly -built lodging- ,
houses.• (To be eon tillI2PAI.?
Marine Parade,Sea View Terrace and I e
West Cliff Place aily disgorged during the Dr, Williams' Pink Pine cure me" n and
season an innumerable army of " visitors," women, young and old. They rebuild the
whose summer sea -blew these houses blood and nervous system, and restore lost
been lately erected by the great patron energies. If you aro ailing give them a fair
he village, Sir Adolphus Jones, who, in Trial.
, •n,',7,r Tic r
,
ese.,.-ser,eeese.„.
•
e