You Alls Doins. (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 52, Ed. 1 Friday, February 22, 1901 Page: 3 of 9
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CHAPTER X.—(Continued.)
Trfe girl'3 went up to the Manor that
Jay to lun.'Jh by speci&l invitation.
Helen was stili away, but her mother
loved to huve Kitty there; and. Alick
being at a safe distance, the General
made much ot' them. It was he who
proposed to while away the afternoon
by showing the girls over the house.
"You are not old enough for it to
be painful to you. Kitty, and if we
are to turn out in December it may
be your last chance of seeing tne old
home. You know nothing is changed
since your uncle's time. Mr. Lindon
let it to mo just as it stood, furniture
and plate, even tile family pictures in-
cluded."
Kitty was delighted at the proposal.
"Thorp's a picture of father taken
when a boy I really want to :;e \ and
another of poor little Lillian as a
baby. Mr. Lindon must be thankful
she died, or he'd have gained very lit-
tle by his marriage."
They went to tho picture gallery
first. Kitty talked gaily, but Beryl
was strangely Vilent. As she gazed
on the portraits of dead-and-gone
Dynevors the strangest feeiing of hav-
ing seen them ail before came to her,
and when she saw the picture of Lil-
lian Dynevor, painted during her
father's absence in Australia as a sur-
prise for him, she had the oldest fancy
that, once, long ago, she, too, had sat
on a low stool dressed in white, with
a basket of primroses strewn on her
lap.
!<• must have been fancy, and yet——
We have seen everything now ex-
cept tho old nurseries," said Mrs.
Craven. "I never would use them be-
cause the last child who had played
in them died."
"She fitted up new ones in the other
wing, which weren't half so conven-
ient or airy,' said the General, with
a smile. "So much for superstition."
The old nurseries had a deserted
air. They had not been used since
Nina Lindon's second marriage, and
the big cupboards were still full of
childish toys. Kitty opened the door
of one and took out a large wax doll.
Beryl nearly seized on it with a cry
of delight. It seemed to her she had
known that fiaxen-liaired baby as long
as she had known anything.
"Poor little Lillian!" said Kitty
gently. "To think that if she had
lived she would have been twenty-
two!"
"It is a pretty name; but I wonder
she was not called after her mother."
"Aunt Nina's favorite flowers were
lilies," explained Kitty; "but mother
told me once the child was never call-
ed Lillian or. Lilly. She called her-
self 'Pet' as soon as she could talk,
and 'Pet' she remained up to the time
of their going abroad."
"And how old was she then?"
"Just three. There were nearly four
years between her and her littl ■ half-
sister."
A servant approached with a
plexed face and addressed the
eral.
"Mr. Lindon wishes to see
sir."
Kitty Dynevor's cheeks were crim-
son, her friend's face turned ashen
pale.
"I suppose 1 must see him," growled
the General, "and 1 can't be rude to
him under his own roof; but I wish,
for all that he had stayed away."
The General went downstairs to re-
ceive his unwelcome visitor. Kitty
Dynevor, who had not the kv.st desire
to meet the man she regarded as her
natural enemy, promptly declared she
and Miss Lindon must bo going home,
and in a few inuies they were walking
swiftly down the avenue.
But ilie butler had ushered Mr. Lin-
don into the library, which com-
manded a full view of the' carriage
drive. He was seated by the open
daughter, and she is away from home."
Mr. Lindon sat out his full twenty
minutes; but his attention wandeled
strangely, and General Craven felt
certain when ho rose to go lit-
planning some fresh wrong to
Dynevors, for lits fa?e wis full of a
malignant triumph.
"Kate," the old soldier told his wife
later on, "I wish with all my heart j her back to Eastliill?
now 1 had 5,000 pounds lying idle, and j please, Dorcas."
I'd-lend it to Harold Dynevor with all
the pleasure in life. Lindon's an evil
man, if ever there was one, azid I'd
do something to keep I'plantis from
his clutches."
Airs. Craven smiled. Years younger
than her husband, there was a good
deal of romance left in her still.
"Kven though our boy has the good
taste to admire a 'penniless lass with
a long pedigree,' I tell you this, .James,
I'd rather Alick married Kitty Dyn-
evor without a silver sixpence than
Rustace Lindon's heiress."
window, and he distinctly saw the two
girls pass. He broke off abruptly in
the middle of a. sentence to ask:
• "Are those your daughters, Gen-
she is quite a
per-
Gen-
yoit.
was
the
He knew perfectly that the answer
would be in tho negative.
"No," said Gener.v. Craven shortly.
"One is MiS3 Dynevor, the other a
young lady engaged in a school near
here. I have only one grown-up
Mr. Lindon went to work carefully.
He knew the Wilmots were toadies,
enough to play into his hands and he
promptly put a few cautious questions
to his hostess. Who was the young
lady staying at Uplands? Where was
she governess?
"She is a teacher in a school at
Easthili-on-Sea kept by a friend of
my own, Mrs. Tanner."
"Aud what is her name?"
Mrs. Wllmot hesitated.
"To tell you tho truth, her name is
Lindon; but when Mrs. Tanner told
me about her 1 pointed out it might
not he pie :sing to you that a name-
sake of yours should fill such an hum-
ble position, and tho young person
agreed to change the second letter of
her name, and be Miss London to the
world at. large."
"It was very considerate of you,"
said the rich man < oldly, "but. you
have done me an incalculable injury.
My only child left her home on April
00, and though 1 have offered a reward
for her recovery, and spent money lav-
ishly on the search, 1 have never
found a trace of her. The girl I saw
in the distance today is my daughter,
Beryl Lindon, and your protegee will
have to dispense with her services,
for of course I shall take her home
with me."
"Of course," echoed Mrs. Wilmot
suavely. "And if Mrs. Tanner had
only known the truth she would have
communicated you with before."
Mr. Lindon saw his advantage.
"For reasons you will understand, I
do not care to seek my daughter at
Uplands. Perhaps, as her employer is
a protegee of yours, you can write in
her name requesting MiSs Lindon to
return to Woodlands at once. 1 will'
meet her there; and no doubt every-
thing can be amicably arranged. Nat-
urally I do not want my private con-
cerns discussed all over Rasthill, and
you and your husband will find it to
your advantage to assist me."
Mrs. Wilmot was only too willing;
but one difficulty lay in her way—
how was she to word her letter? The
imperious commands she would have
laid on her sister's governess could
hardly be addressed to Mr. Lindon's
heiress. The master of the Manor saw
her hesitation.
"You need not enter into particu-
lars." he explained. "Just write that
Mrs. Tanner Lindon, mind—returning
to Woodlands tomorrow at 3 o'clock."
He slept soundly that night, for it
seemed to him that within twenty-
four hours his rebellious would feel
obliged by Miss London—not daughter
would be safely in his hands. He lit-
tle guessed the thrilling events even
then taking place at Uplands, or how,
after many days, his sin had found
him out. Very soon lie would have to
admit the truth of the poet's words:
Though the mills of God grind
slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding smali.
CHAPTER XI.
While the girls were at the Manor,
and Harold was out on the farm, Mrs
Dynevor had a visitor. That was
nothing remarkable, for the gentle
mistress of the Uplands was popular
both' with rich and poor. The "coun-
ty" visited her as frequently as if she
had been a peeress, and her humbler
neighbors liked to come and tell her
their joys and sorrows, sure that if she
could give little help in money lipr
sympathy was never missing. Out this
particular visitor was utterly unex-
pected, seeing it was eighl ye ars since
Mrs. Dynevor had set n her, and nearly
seven since she had heard of her.
"If you please, ma'am. Mis. Ran-
som would like to see you. She says
you may not rememoer her married
name, but she vv.:s Miss Kitty's nurse
long ago."
"it must be Bridget Gordon," ex-
claimed Mr.;. Dynevor, in surprise.
"I heard she married very well; but
what in the world can have brought
\sk hei in,
The years had evidently passed
prosperously to Mrs. Ransom. She
looked as th(.*?gh life had gone easily
with her. She was a pleasant, kind-
faced woman of 40, handsomely though
quietly dressed in black. She had al-
ways been a little above her position,
and, as Kitty said, Mrs. Lindon had
treated her more as an humble com-
panion than a maid. Kitty did not
know that Bridget had been forced to :
leave her aunt, sorely against her !
own and her mistress' wish, and that j
she had always disliked Eustace Lin- I
don.
"I am very giad to see you, Brid-
get," said Mrs. Dynevor. ("Won't yon j
take off your things and spend tho af- j
ternoon with me? 1 should like vou
to see my - Kitty;
woman grown."
"I should like to see her," said Mrs.
Ransom; "but, ma'am. I've really
come to tell you a painful story, and
I'd rather got it over before Miss Kit-
ty's return. But first may I ask just
this: In all the years since my lady
died, have you ever se^n Mr. Lindon
or his daughter?"
"Never once; but 1 understand that
Mr. Lindon is now staying tit Easthill
for a few days."
"Ah!" Mrs. Ransom looked relieved.
"It's strange, you may think, for
me to come after all these years; but
i felt, though 1 might not do any-
good, it would lie wrong not ta tell
you. 1 can't prove my. words, because
there's a missing link or two in the
chain; but I'm as sure as mortal can
be that there was something wrong
about Mrs. Lindon's will, and that he:
husband has no teal claim to tho
Manor."
Mrs. Dynevor starti <f. She thought
of the mortgage on Uplands, now held
by Lindon, of her boy's troubled face
and dark future. If anj iiappy chance
could discover a flaw in Eustace Lin-
don's title to the Manor it would he
new life to her.
(To lie continued.)
Tli« Kul or Monotony.
j Nothing in the world charms liko
j variety. Human nature is so eonsti-
| tuted that it demands a different phase
i of affairs almost every day, and the
1 wisest of human beings is the one who
recognolzes and caters to this quality
in all forms and manners.
There Is a certain key in tlie multi-
plex organ or humanity, however
which loves sameness, and this should
he recognized in tho seeker after ef-
fects of variety. Thus a man who
loves change,like all the others of his
kind, will yet chafe and fret under a
change which intorefores with his
regular habits, and a part of the afore-
mentioned wisdom consists in differen-
tiating tho finalities of change so that
it may always be a pleasant variety
and never an abrupt interruption of
comfortable habits.-.
'J ne wise woman is she who is never
monotonous in herself, her appearance
or her household, says , the Pittsburg
Press. If one can reckon with certain-
ty on the same articles in exactly the
same places for a lifetime, boredom is
sure-to ensue. If one may count on
exactly the same menu for certain
days in the week ad infinitum, the
stomach is apt to rebel and call for
some of the spice of life, just as it
occasionally demands other, though
not less pungent, spices. The girl who
wishes to charm and attain that most
precious of pedestals, popularity, can-
not afford to scorn the necessary quali-
fication for charm. She must know
whether or not the quality is existent
with her, and if not, she must cultivate
it.
It was said of Cleopatra: "Age can-
not dim nor custom stale her infinite
variety," and herein wo have the whole
secret of the Egyptian's wonderful
power over human hearts.
Now, the truth which underlies all
this is a truth, and a worthy one, not
built, as most advices of the kind are
built, on some apparently flimsy foun-
dation. It. is that tho mind and heart
must not lie allowed to stagnate or
grow indolent. Interest in the ever
changing face of the world's events
must he maintained, and then the in-
dividual will not sink into that nar-
row rut of monotony which Is so uii-
lovely, so degrading and so hurtful to
all progress and action.
Woman IiufTalo Herder.
"Mrs. Mary A. Goodnight of Good-
night, T< xa*. • njoys the distinction of
being the only woman in the world
who owns ti herd of buffaloes. There
are 100 in tho herd more than half of
which are pun' bred, the remainder
being 'eataloes,' as a cross between a
buffalo and a Galloway cow is called,"
writes E. J. D; vi: on in tho February
Ladies' iloni" Journal. "The eataloes
j have tin same hump as the buffaloes.
I and shaggy hair, but their color varies
j from jt t black I light brown, a::d tliev
| an nit.si readily distinguished from
the pure bit d b> their horns, which
are longer. 'I'll" eataloes are a 1st*
much more tractable aud can soon be
taught to eat out of one's hand. But
: the fnliblood I'uffaloes of the Good-
night herd at lea s never repose full
confidence in mail. Hig and powerful
: tis they are, the.v are timid and run
away at the slightest alarm, although
they have tab n food fr m theii owner ♦
hand from the opposite side oi ti fence;
nor will iliev attack unless wounded or
driven into close quarters. Even with
this reputation for tiiei.lit.vj Mrs. Good-
night does not regard tho pure-bred
buffaloes as trustworthy, and docs not
consider it safe to go among them on
fc't. Mrs. Goodnight also has a herd
of fil'reen elk. In tho great p .rk. two
square miles in tirea. each animal
herds with his kind. Even tho pi P"
blood buffalo looks with a royal ton-
tempt upon his plebeian half-brother,
the eatalo, and the two keep wi.'e ap rt
in separate anil distinct groups "
Spasmodic charity is like a whoop
and a cheer at a polittckel meetin: the
peepui generally regret it hit-:- on.
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