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Honor would take a chubby hand or two and walk so lost in thought that she quite started when the on swiftly—she never volunteered more than a carriage stopped, and Dym said, “We are just in smile and a nod to the squire's party as she passed. time, for Miss Nethecote has only this moment

“You shall have plenty of lollipops if you will ridden up to the door." stay with me,” the squire said once to a little Miss Nethecote saw them at once. She quickly village beauty that he much affected; she had dismounted, and throwing the reins over her come running to him over the graves with her horse's neck, gathered up her long habit in one red hood down on her neck, and her fair hair hand, and walked quietly towards the carriage, streaming. “You will stay with me, Susie, won't the mare following her like a dog. There was a you?” But Susie would not.

pleased smile of recognition as she saw Dym, and “I'll give 'ee a kiss, but I must go to Nanny- then she passed round to Mrs. Chichester's side goat”—for thereto had Miss Nethecote's name of the carriage. degenerated on baby lips. “Great mammie, tell “Good-morning, Mrs. Chichester; you do not he to put Susie down."

often pay me such early morning visits. Will “She is always wild to go to the good Lady, you come in ?-Humphrey is in the orchard." Mr. Chitterful," explained Dame Ford apologeti- “ No, thank you," returned Mrs. Chichester; cally, for Susie was her grand-child.

then in an embarrassed tone, “my business is to “ Faithless Susie, like the rest of your fair sex," you, Honor." quoth the squire, as he put her down gently from Honor nodded in a perfectly business-like way, his arms—there, run away, you baby." “Red and then motioned Stewart aside. riding-hood" Susie had hold of the gray silk after “What is wrong?" she asked, in a clear low that, and trotted confidingly alone, chattering in voice, as though it were an every day occurrence her broken baby dialect to Honor.

for Mrs. Chichester to drive up and tell her her "It is well to be squire Chitterful-do you troubles. She stood perfectly silent, with her admire Dame Ford's pronunciation, Miss Elliott ? hand on the carriage-door, while Mrs. Chichester But it is better to be “the good lady," isn't it whispered a long story in her ear. Dym, who now?"

could hardly catch a word, looked on in curious Evidently Miss Nethecote heard him, for she admiration and wonder. What a picture Honor colored high as she passed on. Dym found out

Dym found out was, standing under the trees in her blue habit afterwards that Miss Nethecote was chiefly known and shady hat and feathers, the mare lipping her by this name in the village; and certainly the skirt daintily all the while in search of concealed contest for popularity between the two might have sugar! run hot and high. Perhaps the balance was in “You must wait, Hagar, my beauty," said her Honor's favor. “You see the squire have moods, mistress tenderly once, as Mrs. Chichester grew and Miss Nethecute have none,” as an old alms- hot and faltered over her narrative. The poor man once expressed it.

lady wiped away a few more tears of distress and Dym danced away to fetch her hat on the humiliation. morning in question, when Mrs. Chichester had You must be in trouble indeed," returned again reiterated her determination to call on Miss Honor, looking at her steadily, when she had Nethecote: she listened with a sort of wonder- / finished. ment as she heard her tell Stewart to take the “I am; I would not have had this happen for lower road, and to be sure not to drive by the five. worlds." acre field, where the squire was shooting. “Was “I mean you must be in a sore strait to send she afraid of the guns, or did she wish her visit for me," observed Miss Nethecote, in a meaning to Nidderdale to be kept a secret from her son ?"' tone, at which Mrs. Chichester colored up like a Dym had to keep her curiosity to herself. Mrs. girl. Chichester's face this morning did not invite con- “I thought you would help me," she pleadel. fidence—there was a pained, anxious expression Miss Nethecote knit her white brows over the upon it, and the same tired look about the eyes, deprecatory tone. as though she had passed another wakeful night. “ Have I ever resused to help you, Mrs. Chi.

During the drive she scarcely spoke, and seemed chester?"

n, ”

“God forbid ! I mean, what should we do if had known all the particulars, as I do, or even you denied or grew tired of us?"

half”—here Honor's mouth grew stern—"he would "I wish I were,' was the singular answer. hardly have committed the poor boy to prison for “Well, Mrs. Chichester, what do you want me to a petty theft, a first offence, and half-broken his do?"

brother's heart. Stewart's stupid blunder has Change your dress and come home with me.” brought terrible grief to a respectable family." "Impossible !"

To be sure, Guy was in court yesterday. This “Oh, Honor !"

is worse than I thought, Honor; no wonder Guy A grave inscrutable smile came over Miss Ne: was so angry." thecote's face.

“ He knew how grieved I should be ; one of my I cannot belie my name and break my word, Sunday scholars too-such a promising lad;" and can I? I have promised to take luncheon with actually a tear rolled down Miss Nethecote's face Mrs. Grey."

as she spoke. “I would have gone into court and “Come afterwards; come up to dinner -we begged him off myself, only I was down Jane Trashall be quite alone this evening."

vers, who was suddenly taken worse. Never mind, “I must have Humphrey for my vis-a-vis, Mrs. Chichester; poor George must bear his penthen."

alty now." "Very Well."

“My dear Honor, I had no idea of this," and "And I must inake another condition-you Mrs. Chichester took her hand kindly; but Miss must leave Miss Elliott with me."

Nethecote quietly withdrew it. Mrs. Chichester looked at Dym's happy face a “Things will go wrong sometimes; but I don't little suspiciously.

see that Stewart need suffer as well as poor George. “I can't spare her, Honor," somewhat un. Now, Miss Elliott, jump out, please. I don't easily.

think we need detain Mrs. Chichester any longer." . As you please,'' was the careless answer. “How quick you are to dismiss me, Honor !" Do you really want her?” in a relenting tone. exclaimed Mrs. Chichester mournfully. “I have made up my mind not to want any

Miss Nethecote opened her lips as though to thing in this world, Mrs. Chichester."

answer, and then the gray eyes suddenly filled up "Well, well, I ought not to refuse such a trifling with tears, and she turned away. favor. I am getting a crabbed old woman with “Good bye, Honor; you will not be late ?" my troubles. Guy is a dear boy; but he is a “Good-bye !" was the sole reply vouchsafed by grcat care to me."

Miss Nethecote; she bowed quit egravely in an"Most dear boys are," somewhat dryly. swer to Mrs. Chichester's parting smile and wave

" But you will do your best for Stewart to- of her hand. She curved one arm round the night, Honor ?"

mare's neck and leaned on it somewhat heavily ; “I have promised,” was the laconic answer. Dym heard her draw a heavy sigh of relief as the

'Guy is a little difficult just now. I hope you carriage rolled along the sunny road, and then will not have hard work, my dear.”

she turned on her quite gaily. "I can't cheat myself into any such pleasing “Something attempted, something done, hath belief

. If there be one thing the squire loaths as earned a night's repose.' I love that glorious old poison, it is a lie."

blacksmith for that one speech. Isn't life a patch“But Stewart never said anything false before."' work, Miss Elliott ?” linking her arni in hers and

"Well, that is in his favor, certainly. I sup- leading the way to the house. Every day there pose, as the mischief lies at my door—my letter is a fresh bit to put in—a star here, a cross there." being the unfortunate apple of discord-I must do " What an idea !" laughed Dym joyously.

" my utmost to rectify it; but I will not imitate There were the little lawn, the apple trees, the Stewart's falsehood. The business was of the lilies, the doves cooing on the roof; through the utmost importance."

open door she could see great flecks of purple "So I feared," answered Mrs. Chichester. shadow on the grass, the cows had taken refuge in

"A lad down our way was in sad trouble. I the orchard, the geese came waddling up with told the squire all about it in my letter, and outstretched necks to the back door. begged him to be lenient to the culprit. If he “Oh, how delicious! How glad I am to be

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here again !" cooed Dym in unison with them. anywhere in preference to his master; so the “How happy you must be to live in such a little squire told her one day she had better keep him. paradise !"

Kiddle-a-wink was as bad as little Susie Ford last "Are earthly paradises free from briers and Sunday." nettles? Tut, Miss Elliott, you are too imagina- Every one seems to love Miss Nethecote." tive. To-day I only see cows and grass, the returned Dym musingly; and then, as she walked lilies struggle up like weeds. I am still thinking under the sunny wall with Humphrey, she related of my patchwork."

to him the history of last night, poor Stewart's You are fretting over that poor boy, you misfortune, the squire's wrath, and Mrs. Chimean," returned Dym softly. They were standing chester's unavailing intercession. in the porch, and Miss Nethecote was feeding the “Why does she think your sister will have mare with the long coveted dainty.

more influence with the squire ?" asked the girl “Why won't bits of sugar make us happy ?” curiously, she was growing very confidential with moralized Miss Nethecote—she was evidently in this simple honest Yorkshireman. She began to no mood for sympathy. “The worst of patch- understand that, in spite of his plainness, he was work is, one cannot always fit one's pieces, our a man one could respect and trust; during these bit of stuff is three-cornered when we want it weeks she had often met him in the village, and square."

had learnt to prattle fearlessly to him when he We can shape it to our liking, I suppose ?” turned and walked back to Ingleside with her. returned Dym, trying to enter into the humor There was a curious mingling of good nature of the thing

and gentleness in the tone in which he always “ Cut and snip it to pieces, I suppose you answered her. Dym was never quite sure that he

Ah, well”—sighing—“I shall have some did not regard her as a child, and look down on tough work to-night. Now, Hagar, my darling, her from the unanswerable altitude of middle age. sweets to the sweet, but moderation in all things, He would stave off awkward questions like the my pocket is empty. Miss Elliott, my mare never present with a gruff " Ay, ay, young maidens are loves her corn so much as when I feed her myself, always curious,” or “Come, come, you did not so while I attend to her, and change my dress, mean me to answer that now;" and elevate his you may as well bestow your company on Hum. eyebrows in such droll perplexity that Dym could phrey, who is smoking his pipe under the orchard only laugh. . wall."

Once when in somewhat bad taste, Dym perSo Dym wandered over the field, and found her sisted in pressing him on some point, he patted way into a tiny orchard, where she saw the well- her gently on the shoulder with his great hand, known shooting coat and straw hat, in company and said soothingly, “Nay, nay, Miss Elliott, I'm with a small gray dog, who ran forward, barking a plain man, one doesn't like to use a downright furiously, and then changing his mind, sat up and No to a lady, so be a sensible girl and don't ask looked foolish.

me any more," and Dym for a long time after “Why, this is not-yes, it is—Kiddle-a-wink?" that felt like a scolded child.

Kiddle-a-wink cocked one ear, and begged till he But he never checked her long girlish preambles scented rabbits, and exchanging the pathetic for the and on the present occasion smoked his pipe in practical, disappeared down a neighboring warren, profound gravity while Dym told her story, and the fag end of a gray tail wagging in mid air. when she repeated her question a second time,

“Why is Kiddle-a-wink here?" she asked, · Why does she think your sister will have more Humphrey came up and shook hands; "he is Mr. influence with the squire ?" he drew a long whiti, Chichester's dog."

and muttered, “It is not thinking, she knows it," “My sister would beg to differ from you, Miss and then in his usual manner: Elliott; there is a great difference between was “Bless me, Miss Elliott, don't you know the and is, he is Honor's property now."

Duchess can do what she likes? Haven't you “I thought Mr. Chichester was so fond of found out yet who is the village peacemaker, and him."

the Lady Bountiful of the whole place?" “Kiddle-a-wink unfortunately took a great “I suppose it is your sister." fancy to Honor, and would follow her about “ Honor-of course it is Honor. From Dame



Ford to the squire there is not one of them that “Who are you?' I shouted out in my gruffest can do without her. Bless her, they know what tones, for a man does not like to be woke out of a a noble heart she has. There is not a lady in the first sleep. land that can compete with her."

"I'm Tabby-Gammer Jebbs' girl,' came up Humphrey's hearty enthusiasm was very pleasant in shrill tones. to Dym. She gave a sympathizing smile, and “ And what do you want, Gammer Jebbs' girl?' waited for him to go on.

I demanded still more wrathfully. “From the moment she grew up to be a woman, “I want t' mistress,' was the undaunted resand almost before, nothing would do but Honor ponse. “I shied up at t'winder, but I didn't --Honor. I never knew the time when a child know it was yourn, maister. Grannie wants t' would not run to her and hide its head in her lap. mistress particular. I have seen the very babies try to clamber out of "Any one sick, Tabby?' I asked rather more their mother's arms to get to her. I suppose there gently, for it was not a thing for Honor now and is something winsome in her very face."

then to be roused for the sake of a dying child, and "That is what I have felt,” returned Dym I knew Gammer Jebbs was rather a favorite with thoughtfully, and then Humphrey took another the Duchess. “Grandmother is not ill, is she?" whiff and went on.

“Grannie's purely, maister, but t'coo is mighty “I don't believe that there is ever a man, bad; and grannie, she says “Tabby,' she says, woman or child taken sick for miles around that just put on thy hood, lass, and run t'mistress. Honor is not sent for. The number of deathbeds If we do naught till daybreak the poor beast will she has attended is astonishing. I have seen her die. She gave me plenty of stuff last year that come home from a child's funeral looking as cured feyther's rheumatiz—so maybe she will think pitiful almost as the poor inother. She is gossip, of somethin' for Daisy.' So please will mistress as they call it, to half the babies in the place. come and see grannie's coo?' Rather a cool She adopted a whole family once.

request, was it not?" "She must be very good," sighed Dym.

“Did you wake your sister, after all?" “Ay, "the good lady,' as they call her. Talk- “ Honor was awake, and was enjoying the fun ing of every one wanting Honor, did you ever immensely, but not being a veterinary surgeon, of hear of Gammer Jebbs' girl ?" and as Dym replied course she knew nothing of 't' coo,' I had to go

”' in the negative, Mr. Nethecote indulged in a myself.” hearty laugh at the reminiscence before he ex- “What, through the snow and in the middle plained himself.

of the night? "It certainly shows no one can do without her. “Would you have had me leave the poor beast Well, it was one desperately cold night in January. to die? You would not do for a farmer's wife, We had had a rare snow storm that day, and our Miss Elliott. I spent a good two hours in the field, and even the garden walks, were a foot shed, and never felt happier than when the poor deep in snow.

I was just enjoying a first sweet thing got up on its legs again; it is hard to see sleep-it was not long past midnight-when some these dumb creatures suffer.”

— thing hard thrown up to my window roused me; “ There is your sister,' returned Dym, running and as this was repeated again and again, I had forward to meet her; but Kiddle-a-wink was

a vague idea-being only half awake--that some before her, and was jumping and barking around school boy was indulging in a practical jest, and her like a mad thing. Miss Nethecote took him throwing snow balls at my window, and in some up and caressed him as she talked. wrath I thrust my head out and asked who was " Whither away, Duchess ?” there.

“ Down to Woodside, with Miss Elliott." "You must know, Miss Elliott, my window “ Perhaps Miss Elliott would prefer a quiet looks over the outer wall and towards the road, luncheon here,'' suggested Humphrey. and what with the intense whiteness and the faint “Miss Elliott has had sufficient luxury at Ingleglimmer of starlight, I could just see a stooping side, she must make herself useful, and help me figure under the wall, evidently preparing a fresh carve for the children. Come, Miss Elliott, you missile for the disturbance of my slumbers.

shall have your choice, a tête-à-tête meal with

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Humphrey or a noisy luncheon with half a dozen “Well, Humphrey." riotous children, and an overtasked maid-of-all- “I have put in some fine juicy plums and pears work to wait on you?''

to go with your new-laid eggs-I suppose you “Your picture is not inviting, but I will certainly have not forgotten your usual posy?" go with you," replied Dym, who felt truly that As though I should forget it when flowers are she was allowed no choice in the matter, but how Esther's chief pleasures ! Keep Kiddle-a-wink, she did long for a quiet day at the cottage and please, Humphrey, he makes such riot with the another cosy talk with Honor !

children." “My sister is determined to make you a martyr Ay, ay,” replied Humphrey; but he stood as well as herself. No one understands her in- idle a long time in the doorway, watching his fatuation for Mrs. Grey, not even her husband, sister and Miss Elliott disappear down the road, poor man! Duchess !"

before he turned in at the gate with a sigh.



The tinted tops of Autumn's hill and wood-
Touched with her brush in bright and happy mood-
Blazed through the misty, veiled October air
Till all the distance seemed enchantment fair.

Afar, there shone the maple's scarlet spire;
The sumac lifted up its torch of fire
Beside the oak's bronze, burnished armor old,
And nut-trees uniform of moutled gold.
All the great wood with color seemed a-light,
And, like some painted picture glowing bright
Upon a background of a sky half blue, half gray,
Hung in the mellow light of a fair Autumn day.

Two children in the valley's lowland, gazed
Upon the gorgeous sight which burned and blazed
Before their eyes.

“Ah! there," cried they, “ we'll hie
And gather woodland leaves to beautify
And make a summer in our cottage halls
By hanging Autumn's glory on its walls !"

Gaily they went across the stubbled lands
That intervened, with baskets in their hands
And songs upon their lips, two children fair
In search afar, of treasures rich and rare.
The whispering pines with odorous breath and sweet
Lay scalloped brown cone offerings at their feet,
And bush, and briar, and many-tinted fern
With incense greeted them at every turn.
All growing things were bright, and e'en the dead
Great gnarled roots of fallen trees were red
With speckled, ruined vines, and green with trails
of moss that wrapped the Dead in burial veil ;
This way and that they wandered, here and there
Seeking for something still more rich, more rare;
Tossing this lately-gathered leaf aside,
Plucking that branch, and showing it with pride,
Until at last, no newer paths to roam,

Backward they turned their weary footsteps home.
But see! they stand with wonder-opened eyes,
A mystery wakes their eloquent surprise ;
For, woods behind them, stubble fields before,
A splendor shines beside their cottage door;
A clambering, climbing, rugged, ragged vine,
Catching a sunset's gorgeous tints divine,
With fuller crimson flame, and warmer fire
Burns vivid scarlet on its funeral pyre-
More glassy than the maple's satin gown,
More brilliant than the oak's gold-burnished crown,
This lowly vine, unnoticed till this hour,
Blooms now in beauty like some tropic flower !
Down drop the baskets; all the woodland leaves
Are thrown aside for beauteous trails like these,
While lavish words of joy and gay delight
Are showered upon the viny parasite.
“ That we the great woods roamed all through and through,"
They cried, “while leaves like these beside our dorway
Then low, a voice beside them whispered soft, [grew!"
In mournful cadences: “Ah! children, oft,
Like you, we elders search the whole world wide
For that which we might easier find beside
Our homes." The little ones laughed out, por knew
How much of Life's philosophy both sad and true
These words contained! Do we not heights explore
For riches which may lie beside our door?
We watch afar the brilliant, blazing lights
Of Fame, and Glory, worldly vain delights!
And dream our little worlds would be complete
If we might wreathe and fill our lines replete
With their gay colors; while the purest store
Of truest, purest happiness—lies at our door!
Ah women! If there be in stones a sermon clear,
A lesson in these woodland leaves let each one hear!

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