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goodness, she is not here. Indeed, I administered to him, with the attendant think a sailor should have nothing to do amazement and discomfiture. " A sailor's with miserable, whimpering sweethearts life is far from all fighting, especially in and wives. His ship should be bis mis. these days. Our squadrons lie along tress, as a priest should be wedded to his many a shore to check more powerful flock."

rascals than slave-dealers. We crush, in My dear Marianne, I never knew you their infancy, aggressions and outrages to had adopted the doctrines of the Roman which the barbarities of the slave-trade Catholic Church,” remonstrated Iris, are a trife.” laughing at her friend's vehemence, and A sort of water-police,” said Marianne feeling for King Lud, at once lifted from contemptuously. a pinnacle of exultation and dashed into “ And sailors are still finding new lands the depths of despair.

and helping to civilize wild states," sug. His very rival commiserated him. “I gested Iris a little injudiciously. thought blue jackets carried all before "Not in my opinion," alleged Mari. them when they went a-wooing,” said Sir anne, with her neat little nose in the air. William, without any suspicion of cyni- " My conviction is, that frigates and guncism.

boats float about in disgraceful idleness, “ They are no better than red jackets, in order to keep up the taxes, which papa or any other jackets," answered Marianne, is always groaning over. Besides, we rather testily than with an implied compli- must maintain a navy which is no longer ment.

wanted, in order to provide genteel sine. Very likely she had forgotten Sir Wil-cures for the younger sons of gentlemen liam's former connection with the army, - fellows who cannot get along on shore. and in good truth he had no reason to For my part I would rather herd sheep in recall it with pride; but the most sensible Australia or hunt ostriches in Africa, or men are silly on some points, so he blushed turn a vulgar, respectable shop-keeper at a shade with gratification, though he home.” maintained magnanimously, “ You don't The attack was so outrageous that it mean to say any woman could have re- became laughable. The eclipse of the sisted the French chap commemorated sun might nevertheless have come to one out yonder, or the boy whose statue we person through a girl's spirit of contradic. saw in marble, the great statesman's son, tion and craven susceptibility to ridicule. who spoke of his mother and his native But to the others the sun declined in its town, and how happy they would be to ordinary fashion as they skirted the shoul. welcome him home, when he lay a-dying der of Blackheath with its girdle of villas. through volunteering to carry succor to It was a mere sunset, but it was such a the forts in the rebellion ? That was be- sunset as the neighborhood of London fore my time; but I've some notion what renders unrivalled in its kind. Iris was it meant. Supposing either of them had compelled to acknowledge that the misty lived to come back and lay his laurels at fiats of Eastwich, or of Holland itself for a woman's feet, do you suppose she would that matter, could do nothing to those have spurned them?"

marvellous shades of saffron and gold, “ The laurels have to be gathered first,” faint coral, dusky sorrel, the dim lilac of said Marianne dryly; "and when I come the autumn crocus, and a grey steely to think of it, I am sick of what people blue. Was there something human in the call the pomp and circumstance of glorious pathetic glory of the skies above the great war. . What did all these battles and all city of vast wealth and grinding poverty, these bloodthirsty commodores and rear-foulest sin and fairest righteousness, admirals come to? I mean what lasting many crimes and many sorrows, much good did they do, unless to their bluster. nobleness, much holiness, and much inno. ing, strutting selves? Who were really cent, grateful gladness? Did the groans the better for them? I believe it would and curses, tears and sighs, smiles and be easier to say who were a great deal the laughter, go up from tens of thousands of

What'hearts they broke! How hearths to paint themselves in that sol. many widows and orphans they made! 1 emn, subdued glow ? think I shall go in for the Quakers and The Academy was not yet shut; and out the bloodless victories of peace.

of many visits one stood out in the re“But some men must fight that peace membrance of the little company that so may be preserved, and the helpless de often met together in these weeks. They fended from injury,” remonstrated King had all been tolerably united in their Lud, recovering from the vicious snubcriticism. They had agreed that English



landscape painting held its own as in the mises were disdainfully rejected, propo. days of Gainsborough and Constable and sals to bring the day's visit — the final old Crome ; that the mantle of Sir David visit to the Academy, to a summary close Wilkie still fell, here and there, on the scouted at, humble suggestions of an adpainters of the ruggedness and the humor, journment to the resreshment-room for a the exquisite tenderness of peasant life glass of claret and a slice of chicken, or a with its homely affections. These were cup of tea and a stale bun treated as a

more sordid and petty now, to the positive insult. When it came to this hands that could draw and the eyes that pass, Marianne's adherents drew discould read thein, than they were nearly a creetly apart, freed her from their obsercentury ayo to the brave, gentle son of vation, and sought to occupy themselves the Fife manse. Heroism quailed a little with what remained of their morning's before the cynicism of the generation, but work. Only King Lud was too miserable picturesqueness and passion made a vig. to accomplish the assumption, or practise orous stand against the learned affectation the restraint of indifference. He feared of burning iocense to color and form, and his mistress might be ill, for it was quite rejecting all humanity as devoid of dignity possible that Marianne would only disand interest unless it came in the shape play her bodily distress in this perplexing, of pagan myths, sensuous and sensual, inental fashion. He knew at least that petrified in their passion, cold in their she was unhappy for the moment, and he exaggerated repose, because the faith and could not endure the thought of abandon. beart of man have alike forsaken them. ing her to her unhappiness. He followed

One at least of the visitors was sorry, her at a respectful distance, patiently waitwith a yearning regret and a shamed mor- ing for any sign of relenting and recovery, tification, that the sacred art which once when he would gladly take upon himself made Italy, Flanders, and Spain glorious the blame of having been stupid, tiresome, - on which men spent their lives — into and positively cruel in inciting an unforwhich they could then throw their hearts tunate girl to do too much and exert her. - was so seebly and scantily represented self till she was half dead. in Christian England. Iris was inclined Iris and Sir William were together at to ask, will there come a Renaissance here the farther end of the room.

He was also ? and will the Christ on bis cross, the pausing and brightening at some Indian Virgin Mother, and the noble army of scenes, showing his companion where the martyrs replace once more Apollo and cane brake or the mangrove swamp was Venus with their votaries?

trustworthy or at fault, explaining the naMost people will allow that it becomes tive costumes and indicating the castes. in time weary work for eyes and brains to He stopped at the occasional portraits of study even the flower of the year's pic. military officers as pointedly as if he were tures. But it is not so universal an axiom going to salute them, and became excited to the many, to learn that it is possible for and exultant over the likeness of one who bodily fatigue to end in crossness of tem- had been a chief in Sir Willian's cam. per even with the young and strong, the paign. It was clear that he bore no malardent and intelligent.

ice against the service, that the disgrace Will it be believed that Marianne Dug. with which it had threatened him had dale, after having entered with much en- faded away from his mind, from the time thusiasm on this as on other rounds, by that he had confessed and acknowledged the time she felt a falling to pieces of the the justice of the sentence. It was the backbone, a heaviness and ache of the scar on his neck and breast, and the brows, a slight swimming of the eyes, and sword cut across his arm, which for a mogiddiness of the brain, was about as much ment burnt again with the proud conout of humor as could be said of an impa sciousness that he too had been a soldier, tient-tempered girl who, if she were not and had fought and bled for England and arrested in time, would develop, without his colors. fail, into a hard as well as a true, a fiery Unexpectedly the couple came upon a no less than a warm-hearted vixen? picture hung low which they had not ob.

As it was, however, Marianne com- served on their previous visits. It was menced to snap up her companions' barm- not a striking picture in size and situation, less remarks and execute half-comical, or in more than a moderate degree of archildish growls at which no one ventured tistic merit. It was the subject which to laugh, to flout the others, to flounce arrested the two gazers, paled their about by herself.

cheeks, dimmed their eyes, brought a Soothing was tried in vain, compro. I quiver to their compressed lips. The


painter unknown to fame had represented self that in this direction after all, might a drowned woman, washed gently enough lie at once the atonement for his past on a pebbly shore by the rippling waves errors, and the building up of a new and of a sea no longer raging in the fury of a bigher character? storm. The limbs, those of a fine, strong When Iris and Sir William rejoined young woman, were disposed decently and Marianne Dugdale, she had so far come peacefully, as if a friend's hand had laid to herself as to suffer the companionship them to rest; the face turned up to the of the faithful lieutenant, and was summer sky was unmarred in its still longer treating him worse than dog or serenity. The head lay cushioned as it mouse before she could consent to dote were on the wealth of brown hair which on him forever. But the union was not had broken loose and streamed like so indissoluble. Sir William Thwaite apmuch seaweed back from the bare brow proached her with a forcible appeal and a and blanched cheeks. So had Honor lain pathetic reverence expressed in an eager on the Welsh beach. The thoughts of concern for her welfare. Are you tired both spectators flew back to the disaster. out, Miss Dugdale ? will you not allow Then the attention of the pair became me to find a seat for you? I will manage concentrated and fascinated by a likeness it, never fear, though I have to turn out

a double likeness. It was not wonder- by force that stout old gentleman, and ful that with their minds full of a similar that of a lad on the next sofa. catastrophe and its victim, Sir William I see you have your fan, let me fan you. and Iris should see a resemblance to the I have a long, strong, steady arm ; I could late Lady Thwaite in everything, save in work a flail or a puokah without much the rich, warm coloring which, to be sure, effort. After you're a bit rested and re. the cold sea and colder death had already freshed, we'll drive straight home and do stolen from her cheeks and lips before the no more to-day." husband was called upon to identify the Iris knew that Sir William was moved body of his wife. But there was no rea. by the recollection of his dead wife, wbom son why either of the two looking fixedly he was confounding in a manner with and silently at the picture, should simul. Marianne Dugdale. But Ludovic Acton taneously, as if by contact of thought, had no such clue to the problem. He was detect traits, the sanie as those with compelled to believe that his passive rival which they were familiar in a living face had suddenly become active and dead io in that very room. Sir William and Iris earnest; while be was at the same time had never before compared Honor Smith from the support of Lady Fermor, doubt. to Marianne Dugdale. Size, coloring, less- - so well assured of the success of circumstances were all so different, that his suit, that he was already appropriating the comparison sounded absurd even now, the tone of an accepted, privileged lover. yet there were the friends of both, mark. He was proceeding to take care of Ma. ing it decidedly and unmistakably until rianne, to control, and even gently rethe eyes which had been averted, looked proach her, in a manner which she would into each other and claimed the wondering certainly not have stood from another admission. “ You see it also ? Poor person, however much his unbounded Honor and Miss Dugdale !” exclaimed devotion might have entitled him to forSir William, half under his breath ; “I bearance. But, alas, alas ! Marianne was never once thought of it before."

not offended or aggrieved in this in. “ Nor 1,” responded Iris, as low as if stance; she smoothed down her ruffled she were exchanging secrets with him. plumes, and submitted with a good grace

They did not say another word. She to be looked after and comforted. She glanced at him and seemed to find a glanced with shy, puzzled inquiry into Sir shadow of half-superstitious awe on his William's intent face. Her compunction manly, ruddy face. Was he revolving the for something like a child's naughtiness, curious, undefined law, that what has her swift brightening up again were for been shall be again, on which gamblers Sir William and not for King Lud. She base their calculations - the unexplained was a woman, therefore she was caught but acknowledged fact that, in the history by novelty and mystery; she was a wom. of men as of nations, events often repeat an, so she was fickle as the inconstant themselves, against all reason, against all wind. She looked ready to be wooed and warning, in a mysterious, well-nigh grue. won by the altered aspect of the suitor, some, fashion ? Was he judging rashly whoin Lady Fermor had provided for her that it was vain for him to struggle against granddaughter, as King Lud had known his fate? Did he seek to persuade him. all along to his sorrow and dread.

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the slightest strain on any young person's LONDON was fast becoming a high-class powers. Indeed Marianne used her Ensocial desert, a hot wilderness to be aban- glish woman's privilege of grumbling, simdoned to its tradespeople and its poor; ply because she had that most charming even they were contemplating excursions of all “ Adventures of a Phaeton” running to Margate, and tramps to the hop gardens. in her head, and was possessed by a rue.

Lady Fermor was about to carry out the ful persuasion that she too could have second part of her programme, and to save driven many a mile under sunshine and herself from the danger of being left to shower, and the merry moonlight; and if the insipid society of two "bread-and. she had not been equal to playing on a butter misses,” she determined to journey guitar and singing appropriate songs un. by short stages as far as the neighborhood der difficulties, she would at least have of the first Scotch moor with unlet shoot been quite fit for the gay scramble at ings to which the young men in her train bezique and the judicious balancing of two might be induced to accompany her. No encroachers on her freedom at the end of doubt Ludovic Acion was in daily ex- the day. But even a journey in first-class pectation of an appointment to a ship, and railway carriages by short stages was not might have to leave at a moment's notice, to be despised, when the destination of but in the mean time he served as well as the travellers was the land of the mounanother. The old, despotic schemer,tain and the flood, of romance and canniwhose excess of worldly wisdom some ness. The shortness of the stages and times led her astray, was of opinion that the breaking of the progress by a day's the poor lieutenant with his frantic pas. rest occasionally, to enable Lady Fermor sion, at which she was able to jeer and to dine deliberately at her usual hour, to laugh, served in some degree as a foil and go to bed early and rise late, in order to stimulus to Sir William in what must recruit her forces, also permitted explorprove his suit.

ing strolls in every direction, and subor. King Lud had not given up in despair. dinate excursions in the interest of the No man worthy of the name will easily do younger members of the party. Thus the so, when the prize to be resigned is the banks of the Severn were visited, the ancentre of his fondest hopes and aspira. cient streets of Chester perambulated, a tions. He had fallen out and made it up raid made into north Wales, and merry again with Marianne Dugdale many times Carlisle with its castle and cathedral since the day at the Academy. He was learnt off by heart. The travellers were still not without a lingering hope that the then not far from the Scotch borders ; privilege of travelling with her might do and the final halting-place, the heathery something for his cause. At least it wells of Moffat, did not lie much beyond afforded desperately delightful opportuni- the Marches. But unluckily Lady Fermor ties for being at once the happiest and the caught cold, with a little cough, which most miserable fellow in the world, happy teased her in the next stage of her jour. with a delirious satisfaction in the mere ney, so that she adopted the resolution consciousness of being in her presence, of of stopping short and staying for a couple watching her and serving her – miserable of nights at an old-fashioned inn in which in knowing how soon the close proximity she recollected having been fairly served to bliss would come to an end any way, many years before. It lay at the junction and what a grievous probability existed of the sister countries, and had originally that by indulging his inclinations and stood on a great coach road a good deal feasting his passion, he would only reap frequented in its time. But since the esadditional disappointment and wretched. tablishment of railways and new routes, ness in the end: when the suspense was and the withdrawal of the coaches from over, Marianne was Lady Thwaite presid- the old tracks, nearly the whole of the ing at Whitehills, and he a broken-hearted traffic had departed from the place; still lieutenant far at sea.

the old inn stood, and continued a house In the beginning of the trip, King Lud's of lodging and entertainment for man and star was in the ascendant. Marianne was beast on a new foundation, its later ener. radiant and gracious in the enjoyment of gies having been directed to affording all the pleasurable excitement and con. board and lodging to families seeking a stant change of scene characteristic of an summer retreat, and to furnishing a reexcursion such as she had never taken sort for the anglers who frequented the before. Since it was conducted to suit | becks” and “burns” in the vicinity.

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Lady Fermor declared that her old | dukes and probable bagmen, chatty or plain, comfortable rooms, which were for- frigid, kindly or selfish, old and young latunately vacant, had not fallen off appre. dies. But Iris and Marianne made their ciably, and that she was satisfied she could own of a modest yet frank young chamhave all she wanted, till a little rest ena. bermaid, the daughter of a neighboring bled her to get rid of her cold.

Scotch ploughman. She had lived all her It was a matter of congratulation to life in the vicinity, and could tell her eager Iris and Marianne especially that they questioners the local names and identify should make this halt in an out-of-the-way to their satisfaction the merest purple corner, and begin their acquaintance with crown of every peak and the misty flash Scotland by an entrance which might be of all the “ wan waters

far and near. made on foot, and was not much fre. She was more intelligent than the gener. quented to the destruction of all original ality of her compeers in England - the traits and native simplicity and individu- three hundred years or so of parish schools ality.

in Scotland having had their effect on the As for the male animal, usually so im- brains of the population. She took evi. patient of delay and restive under what is dent pride in her birthplace and country, a purely soothing and agreeable element and proceeded, on a little solicitation, to to the female, the two young men were in pour forth all the old stories which had that normal condition which occurs or gathered round a famous locality. “It ought to occur to a man only once in was a weel kenned part aince, mem. A his life. They were at the beck and call hantle bonnie English leddies and wilfu' of the women; the young fellows were English lads sought it out; whiles there meek and docile, ready to assent cheer- were Scotch leddies and gentlemen came fully to any arrangement, eager to display in secret as far as the bounds o' Dum. themselves in their best colors as they friessbire and Kirkcudbrightshire, and would never be again. For anything rode cockin' awa' in braid day. But there more, Sir William showed himself less was nae needcessity for the like o' them drawn to Marianne when she was full of taking sic a tramp, they just did it to be glee and enthusiasm, than when the neebour-like. What for did they come, shadow of a trouble, however groundless young leddies, are you askin?? Losh! and self-made, hung over her. He left div you no ken this was ane o' the toons * her to a considerable extent to enchant or - my faither ay maintains it was the chief plague King Lud, who was thus still hov- - where rin-awa' marriages were ca'd aff, ering on the confines of gaining or losing the knot tied and the couple buckled so the prize of his life, while Sir William that neither faither nor mither nor lawnursed Lady Fermor, made his own ob- lord, nor minister o'the kirk, nor the king servations, or walked about soberly with bissel could rieve man and wife asunder Miss Compton.

again." There was something of quaint dignity “Oh! how nice ! how funny !” cried in the rural aspect of the inn. It was a Marianne, “ that we should have come by steep-roofed stone house of considerable chance to such an inn. Tell us about pretensions. The walls were rough these runaway marriages, Jeannie. Did dashed and whitewashed, and further cov. any happen in your time? Did you ever ered by honeysuckle in blossoin, and the see one?” while Iris prepared to listen first “red red rose” of Scotland which the with interest and amusement.” English visitors had seen. They were Weel, I cannot just say I have, mem," told the house was an old Border mansion. Jeannie was forced to admit, a little crest. house, much more recent in date than the fallen at having to fail “fine, lichtsome crumbling grey towers and towns they had English young leddies” in such an impor. recently seen in Cumberland, but still old tant particular as would have been supenough to have been beheld by Prince plied by her having been an eyewitness Charlie, had he looked that way in his to the deed, and so able to give personal memorable marches to and from Carlisle. evidence with regard to all that happened. The house stood in a rough paddock Leastways I have never seen sic grand shaded by a few gnarled old trees, and turnouts as I have heard my faither and the whole lay in the shelter of the four mither, and still mair, my grandmither, sentinels Skiddaw and Scafell rising to wha's living to this day with a' her wits the south, with Crisfell and the Lead Hills aboot her, crack about to their cronics starting up to the north.

* The term “ toon" is used freely in primitive Scotch The party had private rooms, and so

for any better sort of house - farmhouse or mansiondid not come in contact with possible house, as well as for a “burgh-toon.”


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