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ooeooo’esoeomammmomecmoo: cg $5 (a (t- if E OR, THE MISSING WILLm tits goaemmmommm WEMQQMEGQMN§ CHAPTER. XVI. Marwcll Rectory was a comfortable little country house which assumed a3 pleasant coiplettish pretence of being crown of neat clean thatch, the projecting well and sheltered them from the frost; the lutticed bay porch this same “PM fCleevc I liked so much and found so the twinkling windows. gab- led roofs, and twisted chimneys were twined : a cottage. It Wore a rustic caves of which threw the rain off the stone walls windows and the picturesque were roofed with thatch; so clasped, smothered, and about with creeping greenery to by a, strong and continuous effort. Just now in the heart of summer, a Gloire do Dijon, a. red-hearted cab- cvidcntly on the road The Mcadcs' daughter and the Plumâ€" mcrs' cousin. born in a mill. brought .up at. a missish boarding school, and finished at Redwoods Farm!" l "Nature Said of Jessie at her birth ['I will make a lady of mine own.’ " "The man is raving!” "Meade was ungrammatical, but inot ungentle. There were no people at l congenial as the Mendes. Dear old people!" "And it is thus that the pet cur- . andnte of Cleave slights his old parish- richness of blossom that they seemed emerge from all the bloom only i lioners en masso !" g I "Whatever Phil Ilandal’s origin may be, he has the making of a gunâ€" tleman in him." “Wasn’t he the son of a drunken bageâ€"rose, and a pink-flushed bunch Old Clo‘ man!” rose threw their blooming sprays all! "I saw a good deal of the lad at over and among honeysuckles, its niyrtles and :one time. 50 that People on th0;tcnder-mouthed; needed a light hand; Impulsive. goodâ€"hearted, gravel drive in front literally walked 2a. tight curb made him kick. I be- upon roschleuves as the petals float-flicve I am responsible for His bring ed down on strictest of gardeners. And this head-gardener, the Adam If you come to think of it Sue, he. !i511't a bad thing to rise by what more professional merit from a Private 10 Captain. a litter, especially Ian army where of this paradise, was not strict; even liked gardeners term when sweet as this. He, that is. Mr. Ingleby, was standing on sunny afternoon beneath a broad- which was sweet armed lindenâ€"tree, the summer air faster than they could be swept up by the {in the army. The advice I gave 'Matthew Meade on the subject is one of the few things I never repented oft. 1 pure in promotion is pui- chased, and influence is necessary to this advancement.” I "It was a clever stroke of yours. Will. Especially your prevision of This heels about , rich and we] lâ€"born, to Bealum' :hor ? Ask her to tea." ,Miss Ingleby, |er's face. in this quiet place with nothing: to keep him out of mis- chief. And it is a pity for Jessie to be constantly meeting him.” "Really, William. one would think poor Captain Medway was a vulagr Don Juan to hear you." "Nonsense, Su. He's all right," returned lllr. high-by. coloring. "but you seeâ€"when a man is young and and in a crack cavalry regiment. though he may be over such a good fellowâ€"well ! 9 bus sar is o hussar and not a practised exponent. of ethicsâ€"look here, why don’t you have Jessie Meade here oftencr; and make a companion of “She's asked for toâ€"night," replied gazing with a quietly expression upon her brothâ€" "As it is your cricket night, I thought it a good opportunâ€" ity. I know how strongly you dis- approve of bachelor society for her. Why. there she is,” she exclaimed, catching sight of alight summer ironical ydross among the shrubs by the gate, and rising to meet Jessie with a cor- dL‘ll smile. Mr. Tngleby put on his coat and followed his sister. thinking, not without satisfaction, that the cricket was postponed, and that all bachelor society was not bztneful to Jessie. Jessie always felt at home in that house; she liked the Inglebys, none the less because Mr. Ingleby had been accustomed to drop in at Still- brooke Mill for a chat and some- times a. pipe, which it had been her proud oflice as a child to fill. She came smiling up the drive with a sort of wildâ€"rose grace, with her hair gleaming fitfully as the sunshine and leaf-shadows changed upon it. She was, as usual, very simply dressed, without ornament, yet the lines of her figure were so subtly graceful, and her bearing had so modest a dignity, that her plain, fresh, well- fitting dress had an elegant distincâ€" tion far beyond that of fashion and richness of fabric. l ' lute fools If that had been the purpose of the Almighty, my door, he would have made us all handsome.” "Of course. And men would not ‘have been made more beautiful than woman," was the reply which as- tounded Miss Ingleby, who had only recently taken an interest in Jessie, though she had known her slightly for the. last three years, during which her brother had been rector of Marwell. The latter, no longer distracted by his sister's conversation. applied him- self diligently to his broom, and had just finished sweeping his lawn and heaping the short math in a barrow when, to his surprise. Captain Med- way appeared within the gate, an infrequent visitor, and he went for- ward to receive him with a dazed look which was not unperceived by Captain Medway. “I am fortunate in finding you at home," the latter said, "though my visit is to Miss Inglehy. for whom I have an errand from my Sister." Mr. Ing’leby hoped that the invalid was better, apparently not hearing that Captain Medway wished to see the mistress of the house. "Better," he replied with a sort of impatient catch in his breath. “Oh, yes. better, I suppose.” Mr. Inglcby looked gravely, stead- ily at the young man’s troubled face while uttering some conunonplaces about time, hope, and patience, which he knew to be futile. He had seen that expression upon so many faces when visiting the sick, because they seemed to mean more than hopeless silence. Medway's voice and face said "she will never be betâ€" ter.” and they implied a pained selfâ€" reproach of which the rector had the key; for it was while in her brother’s charge that Ethel Medway bad re- ceived the injury which darkened her youth. I and gracefully _ _. _- .__ d . l . . With regard to our sex, her own face being turned from the: hind will insist upon thinking wom- jen made on purpose to be looked at. window. } The strange fire was still in Jesâ€", sie's eyes when Mr. lngleby brought: in Captain Medwuy, whose visit, unâ€"i accustomed as it was, in nowise surâ€"l/ prised Miss Ingleby. so naturally; did he communicatei his mission from his sister. , Having explained his wants. he‘ turned and apparently became aware» of Jessie's presence for the first! time. 5 "How do you do. Miss Meade 7" he: said, with the exact shade of surâ€"i prise that unexpectedly meeting an' indifferent person produces, ex- pressed in his face. "I have just seen your cousin, he hopes to finish carting by sunset. People need not, be very anxious about their hay to-j day. Miss lnglehy. need they?" 2 “People need be anxious about? nothing. unless they are geese," Shel returned; "just as if anxiety could[ keep the rain from coming down." i "You are a philosopher," he com-, mcnted. With the charming smile exâ€"- pressed more by the eyes than byl any other feature that few people could resist, much less Miss Ingle- by, who had now reached an age when young and fascinating men are regarded with maternal tenderness,‘ and who openly avowed that she loved a chat with a fine. brightâ€"eyed} young fellow who had won his spurs in actual battle. Mr. Ingleby had narrowly watched the demeanor of both his guests on] their meeting, and the result of his: scrutiny was eminently satisfactory, He asked Jessie to come to a. table at the other end m the room that he might show her a portfolio of enâ€" gravings, over which they chatted happily, while Captain Medway, takâ€" ing a seat by Miss Inglcby, engagedi her in a conversational tournament, in which, though he broke many a. stout lance, he was of course van- quished. When tea was announced, Miss Ingleby supposed that Captain Medâ€" way would not care to join them, with beehaunted blossom, with his the Crimea and the Mutiny," she $11.9 Gander.“ 11 small bߤket €01}â€" “NOt' Wlthout heart! he reflected" and hmrd with surprise that he had black straw hat tilted over his faceâ€" ycommentcd with a meek air. tammg ‘1 3'” from Cousm Jane S -I “antedntoI see 3V0“ about the a. special devotion for the hybrid re a handsome face with kind blue eyes; “I.” so], You to a Turkisn Bashaw’ dairy and garden, a common basket cricket club, Captain ‘Medwo‘y conâ€" hast known as kWh 1M an .évmence and cleanâ€"shaven mouth of benugnantjMiSS, if yell don’t take some 0f the about whim as She came along .She tmued' "3 hls usual vmce' I Shall of simply domestic tastes and a curve, framed by blue-black hair of [edge 0” that tongue 0f .VOUFSv” he had entwmed same sprays 0f wilt" h? knOCkmg about here for & fe-w urir'intee of all human virtue‘ which graceful wave. and blue~black whiskâ€" replied with a more radiant smile "’50 so as to make It 8’ beauuful “CCRS' I suppose your eleven 1S 5m; often produced subsequently in ers of fashionable cut~witli a heath than ever, as he began to apply his f T t I,” W “I” but If I can be 0f any use his favor. ‘ broom m hls hand and a heap of broom to the long-neglecmd sward' Miss 3tiliinagfe‘th:n basâ€" "I do Want, someone to show what A Party Of four at table is PCI“ "Phil Randal is a good fellow, let :me tell you, and a fine soldier; and II wish to goodness his charming lit- 'tle sweetheart had been left alone by the Marwell Court people. It is I . The girl short grass at his feet. But instead of sweeping, he was looking dreamily over the cottage in the foreground at the sweep of park land spreading away to the blue hills, and the vil- fect, and if the four people gathered round Miss Ingfcgy's teapot that evening did not enjoy themselves in a quiet way, their faces belied them. Fowls may have been carved more howling means.” Mr. Ingleby quickly interrupted, plunging headlong into the subject, on which he was eager as a school boy, having, as Captain Medway knew, a profound conviction =ket; "you can touch nothing without making it beautiful. Come in and sit in the cool, you have had a broil- ing walk." Jessie was not sorry to find herself Iago to the left backed by pastures, 'enough to SPOil even her- . . . . - . . ~ scientifically than those placed before farmstead, ' and cornâ€"land, and endâ€" is in an entirer false position there- I." a .low elm” miller! plmtltyd 11tth Emily $3,262? 31?; Captain Medway, hosts may here "‘8‘ m a distant Promise of shining They make use of her as a sort of Grawmg‘room, “ 10 00 (0 upon ' been more genial than Mr. Inglcgiy’ tian grace, and conceiving it to be the lawn and the blue distance be- sen. nurse to tl’at oor little sick Ethel, , . . ~ , . .. A lady in a broad gardemhat, whose fret}u1n§ss wears everybody yond, and Miss Ingleby derived. a hopeless to try to improve the‘mor- ggfiiiZZ-‘Séltlfhnouglaieffigfenbfiilgrclilszf about his‘own age which was some else out Miss Lonsdale treats he? ha” Sp‘teml amusement “'0’” Scemg als and Planners 0f the Vlllage t' th’ th" fM' ‘ I r1 b d Summe‘,9_and ~the'se odd‘ her brother follow them to that fcm- youths until he had imbued them 5 ‘c' an “L ° ‘55 “F 03>" ‘1“ thirty ‘odd summers are often very oddin reck- oned by her Sexâ€"a plain likeness of himself, was tying up some carnaâ€" ' as something between a lap-dog and a slave. She meets fast men there; 'why even Claudeâ€"" “Poor Claude, the most harmless young beauties may have been more bewitching than Jessie, who sat fac‘ ing Captain MedWay with a quiet glow in her face like the glow in the with a love and knowledge of that national game. They walked up and down beneath inine retreat and supply Jessie’s lack of adornment by a cluster of roach buds, which repeated the delicate tionst not without a. critical at the idle rector, who she observed, though he had taken off his looked, in his white tie and white as span as if prepared to walk down Piccadilly on a, fine May shirtâ€"sleeves with stainless cuffs, spick and afternoon. llDo feet or with some distant hope ed in her sharp, staccato Way. “For a little of both, Susie,” replied, with his sweet smile. fancy the broom conveys some faint idea that I might be useful, enhances my other charms, and I am not entirely without some hope of getting the lawn swept in the course of time." "What you want is a good 'mer’s," grumbled Miss Ingleby. "What I lack but don't need, my "Besides, while I enjoy the privilege of your conver- anything dear, ’ ’ he returned. sation, can I hope for sharper ?’ ’ “Or more acid ?” she added, laughâ€" “Just fancy, the Medways call ing. us honey and vinegar.” "Good for sore throats. berry vinegar would be better, ‘here's a. little tartness in both us. if I am not mistaken. Poor girl!" "Poor indeed ! Why she is as rich as Midas.” \ “And as miserable. tell little whispering tales of Midas has nothing into mischief. Midas is a coquette, and the Nemesis of coqucttes overtaken her.” Su. her. glance lHe can’t help being an Apollo, coat, [guised as a hussar.” I “Dear you hold that broom for ef- of making use of it, William '2" she askâ€" he “I which strict wife, with a tongue like Mrs. Plumâ€" Rasp- of Miss Lonsdalc is our sponsor. And the reeds to do and gets has nod goodâ€"hearted of human beings. dis- me," returned Mr. Ingleby. resting on his broom and smiling sweetly upon his sister with his sun- ny blue eyes. "An Apollo ! So lthat is the feminine notion of an Apollo 7 In what respect does he resemble that elegant and accomâ€" plished god ? I never heard of his writing verses or even holding forth at public dinners.” "Why, in his beauty to be sure.” “Beauty! Do you really think, lMedway beautiful, Sue?” he asked benignantly, regarding his sister's labors; “what odd taste- women have ! Claude Medway! lie is not deformed, certainly, his legs are straight, so is his back. I believe that his nose is properly fixed on. and he doesn’t squint, but to call that great hulking fellow beautiful ! It is the tailoring, my dear, the tailoring of Bond Street. " 'With his cruel dart did Cupid nail _ her, lThe shaft was winng by a Bond Street tailor !’ My first impromptu, Sue, and your epitaph; not bad, is it?” "And then people talk of women’s 'jealousy !” observed Miss Ingleby, dropping into a. rustic seat, and fanâ€" ning herself with her hat. “’l‘hcre's something I like in that young fel- low. William. It is beautiful to see ‘him with Ethel, When I called the Iother day, Jessie was reading aloud ,to her, and Claude was sitting by ‘hcr couch, handing eau de Cologne, ‘ charming miration, ‘Sue, and pet petting his sister when he was gone. “Truly tinting of her face, and were plucked from his favorite Devoniensis tree. "If a young woman can look more than as God made her, Jessie, it is when wearing rosebuds.” he said on presenting them. "Thank you, Mr. Ingleby," she re- plied, with a child’s simple pleasure, as she rose to arrange the flowers be- fore a glass. “And this before my very eyes reflected Miss Ingleby. "No wonder he is afraid of caValry officers if midâ€" dle-aged pgrsons go on like this.” "I really must break myself of call ing you Jessie," he added, sitting before her with his arms on the back of his chair, and contemplating the effect of his roses with profound ad- "I never can remember are grown up and engagâ€" '9: that ed.” "1 hope you never will," she reâ€" plied, with the faint blush, any allusion to her engagement now al- ways called forth; “it is so pleasant to hear you say Jessie; it makes me feel young again, and reminds me of home." Her voice quivered a little at the last. word, and there was a responâ€" sive tremor in Mr. Ingleby’s you face. He laid his hand gently on her shoulder as he passed her on .leaving the room. “Poor child,” iho said, "you are still new to trou- Ible, even know how Take care of her, as much as you and you don't young you are. her can." “He evidently thinks little of my powers, Jessie, commented I never met such a. man as my bro- kind' the trees for a good ten minutes, disâ€" cussing and arranging, Mr. Ingleby happily oblivious of everything 'but the grand pastime which was to soften the hearts and purify the souls of the Marwell youth until he was brought face to face with un- welcome facts by his guest’s sudden question if Miss Ingleby were at home. He would have replied that she was engaged, had not the draw- ingâ€"room window furnished a. fullâ€" lcngth portrait of his sister reclining in a low chair talking to Jessie, “ho was itvisible from Withu‘lt. Some mad notion of carrying J ess'ie off into safe hiding crossed his mind and was dismissed before he reluc- tantly admitted the wolf into the very presence of the pet lamb, who appeared no whit dismayed or sur- prised at the invasion. Miss Ingleby had been watching her young guest with an interest on which her brother's recent observaâ€" tion had put a keen edge; Jessie's remarkable beauty struck her more forcibly than it had done before, per- haps because her attention was turn- ed to it, and the idea that beauty of such distinction amounted to a misfortune in a girl so strangely sit- uated entered her mind. Jessie was a. little pale, which was natural after her hot walk, but the graceful languor of her attitude in the low chair she had taken betoken- ed something more than physical weariness; there was, to a keen obâ€" server, a subdued passion in it and in the half-strained set of her fea- tures, but, sharp as Miss Ingleby was, she could not see for below that wonderful combination of mask heart of a blush-rose, for the most part silent, yet occasionally contri- buting an appropriate observation, and smiling with gentle self-contain- ment at the mirthful sallies between the brother and sister; but no one present thought it possible to imâ€" prove these things. Noi' in the disâ€" position of the four at table and afterward, did it appear strange to the Inglebys that Captain Medway and Miss Meade never once address- ed each other, never that is, with one exception, when Mr. Tngleby havâ€" ing been called out of the room on some, parish business, Miss Ingleby had, at Captain Mcdway's request, played straight through the “Walden stein" sonata, declining his offer to turn her leaves. Then, Jessie being in her old place commanding a view of the lawn, Captain Medway stood near her, and during the allegro movement spoke to her in a low voice which she heard through all the storm of music. ,Jessie looked up and replied also in a low tone. No one could have heard what they were saying. or diVined from their faces what the tenor of their words might be; Jessie's eyes were very soft and her blush-rose face was expressive of a happy calm: there was a subdued fire in Captain Medway’s eyes and a suppressor] ex- citement in the set of his features, even a faint quiver of the lip half concealed by the heavy moustache, which might mean a quick response to the passionate flow of the sonata Miss lngleby was playing so well, or something else. The fiery music poured on, Jessie “What in [he “vol-1d is that?” in-‘.m'ranging pillows, drawing blinds upjtlier. There is not a child in this and mirror, 3 human face. v l ) gfutthzlllei’r‘lillgn 2:1" infizzg terruptcd Miss Ingleby, with a 1001-: ,und down according to her whims. Iparish that he does not spoil. I am 5‘30 “‘fl‘s 1} M119 V film“? ll-‘r _ 1“: coasciousncss' of a living human soul of stony amazement- ..Surply melt “as one of Etheys fractious days. ,obljged to be a Very dragon to sudden iadia‘nce whicn tiansnguietf nm-r her a so“) whose wde pulsa- man is cracked," she added aside to iThe nurse had been twice reduced to 11ka 11.” 1'01‘ his dOYiCiCHle'FL" thogvour‘g, gills face m the llnd"t 0 t- ‘ “.oéo inlgmm, w“. mingled with the. curnations. Wars» 311‘ Arthur confided to me "DOll't DC It de‘m 10 mi‘v do“ the.” (4mm dwt' an Gleam flask. she was 'kecrlv flame}: a mag- --To fall in love with the man she gthat he would gladly give a year 01' ,Miss lng'leby," said Jessie. drawing,“‘hICh gave (“Pm film fil‘ehto h‘C' a,” ‘ Upon 'fim. averted face can't 1m\~c_" Ehis life to give Ethel one hour’s 0359 her chair to her side and taking her Q‘A'QS filld made f(”m_ and ‘Catllms keenl 'g ‘q’ensitivc '10 U)“ throb: “You, I suppose. But pity is (but that she had ordered him out himd in U10 C'dl‘t‘SSing “'“Y 111“ “0 “‘31”th “uh sputum] lllo‘ dmfhd Hwy of" 'uml stmn ARMSJ-c go akin to love. When did she fell 1‘0‘ 1101‘ 1‘00!“ in irritation. and he had 01‘0- 110’» 0"?“ Miss Illgh‘hl" 00”“ I‘V- Panor SUC‘IFACLWd ,UHS lightnmg lili? the wildtl-catinrgof ’l humrin You ? Is it a confessional secret?” sent Jessie as a last resource. And 3'0951- "I like to be SPOm-n lhnumncv' Jess-1e mm-m’ as n u“â€" l~ -c t- turrlf tllfe oli'ih ring "I think I see tli‘e fair Clara in a ’UWH 10 see that handsome, distinâ€"1 "I dare 333’ 3'0” do: “USS-H “'35 her easy from Jimmy Dam, her heart :eiirl, s 81 u Ale roi- sit'm‘m“ firm-r cmmuy “cm-age." :guished looking man, who is ex- ‘inward reflection. “on artful young béat‘m UNCK l’Ulsatlons 50 that Sh? “afidgf '3me: “Cam ‘Chnrm ' ‘by "Well! so you might have. done .pected to do nothing but enjev him- Hm“! Take care that 3'0“ are “Gt W035“! her hfmld a moment to he} ‘50 novpmcnfi 'tm 5,1,0 mum hm,- it last Easter, -if you’d been at home‘self, pent up in a close darkened lrcally spoilt, my dear,” she added, 5100, h?!“ “io‘k‘mont ul’l’ul‘k‘ntly g‘l‘c I 10]“ or um’l ,,.‘,,1;‘., wade“ Slight, when she called." ,room. humoring all that peevish aloud, "such a pretty face as yours llC‘l‘_1“‘IICI' her Golf" retymed .m r-lCh $3111 ofth’o he.“ met (11,}. (lauded firo “Wasting her swootness upon a ‘child‘s whims and illâ€"temper. and 01.10“ PI‘OVCS £1 dangerous gill; it punt)" She Spoke “nth ammauo“ f Medwdv's ‘fi7e which fell before desert Wilson )1 fl‘niting on hex. like the Lenderest loads people, especially men, stupidland held herself almost proudly, all lor flit-Ion go‘s-poke again Jessie "Say a deserted parson." .nurse." Vereatures. to value you far beyondfiwi‘lbeauty seemed flglow with some 30 d Immumy and I“: turned "In my mind’s (ave, Susanna,” he: "Most affecting.” added Mr. Inglcâ€" .vour merits." ’Slm'lLual “1‘3 as She glanced through rep ’9 l - ‘ away with a slight frown: the quick ended and Miss Inglcby moment before beginnini 'the open window, past Miss Ingleby, whose face was turned to her. Surely, Miss Ingleby thought, “But I can't help being pretty," she replied, with total absence of vanity, "and I really don't think I continued, with iinperturbable sweet- ness; "but I wish to goodness she had let that nice little Jessie Meade by. "a. healthy young man sacrificingl an hours idleness to a sick sister! ’And Jessie was reading aloud, movement paused a the w s . . - _ - - n ulone " she '> IIe-ir‘me'" 8 lamâ€"vervâ€"at least not prettier than. “umber 0‘ brOOdS C0115"! Jam? 5 hens ‘ the heaullml long firm?“ aimed" t I?“ . . . t . . , , , , , .. , 1 “Stuff! She can't flirt with Jessie. i‘fr. lush-ll)" repeated this exclamaâ€" .most girls." had ha“th that Sprmg “'35 “0t althe adaglo' “he” S e (um “I » , ~y ~.- ,' :me Nothing can be better for the girl tion with a preoccupied Miss Inglchy looked at her with a QUCStlon calculated to make a gnl s 'Med“8} by h” 5100 mnm‘lrms 50 air, and . - - . than to have the entree of a house aRlilied himself “itll great energv to 'Sf‘m‘Ching dil'CCtDCSS that “‘Olfld have‘heart beat too {Mt and by COIor yordstf:pdprfillihl‘oilnifggttjhheellés like lllarwell Court. Clara Lonsâ€" Ithe broom for a few seconds. ' put most people out of countenance.'(‘0m0 and g0 In that remarkable 00 a seineo xi’e (‘Onumimd dale will form her manner and give! "I wonder what brings Medway “If you are not very deep, my lady,” Way; and What “'35 Iht‘l‘e 1n ville all- ' ') her the chic the little rustic could ~here at this time of year, Sue,” he ,she thought, "you are certainly the 30111108171011? thlft “WINS-1'01“ COWS never have developed at her boardâ€" ladded, relapsing into idleness again. HHOSt refTeShlng young Person I ever “jemfio‘v m m'lk at RCdWOOdS' and â€"_+_"'"' ing-SChOOL" i "The train probably, and his own :met.” "Well," she replied, seeingkl'lemmg SO man-3' DOUHdS 0f llllttcri 1 ‘ t u ‘ _ I] 140,1nd forbid!” Said Ml: Inglc. Sweet W111_ 1 can't imagine_ Wipithat Jessie did not blench, "perhaps'a “‘001‘1 30‘ melch 1le glow llke. 8» l. ' Sometimes, sighed the man who by with fever. “Em Jessie is 1.00 inaml what you have against not so very good looking.yoiiiig 1513011055. \et those were is Wedded to a woman with a mind that you are iafter all. But. as you say, most Lons‘lnlc-n 7 "Why nothing. he's a very good 'young girls are pretty enough to at- "Now saints pity me,” murmured {sort of fellow, but it isn't well fori‘trzict nonsensical admiration, es- Mits Ingleby aside, “for this man is a man of his stamp to be kicking l‘CCiaUY from me“, Who “'9 all abso‘ ,of her own, "I think my wife ital-:0 me for a pneumatic tyre, she is blowing me up all u must the the ithe unexciting topics under discus- ‘sion. and there was nothing but the sunny green linden-tree before Jes-iway sie's eyesâ€"so Miss Ingleby thought, ’u'mc. true a lady to be spoilt by Miss poor young nian.i