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sunset. I found Anpabel standing outside who was urging me to walk with him; so I the front door, leaning against its stone remarked, a little crossly, • I suppose in work and idly surveying the beauty of the Rome we must do as the Romans do.' evening. The sun had gone down behind He looked at me inquiringly for a min. the house, so that the lawn at our feet was ute and then said earnestly, How do the in shadow. The flowers about us were Romans do?' And therein was my igno. closing their petals, and the creeper upon rance exposed, not his; for I am sure I do the house shook out its long tendrils in the not know how the Romans do. I have evening breeze. One of them blew over regretted ever since that I did not reply, Annabel's shoulder as she stood, and she . Very well, I thank you.' That would put up her hand to caress its leaves, hold. have so completely confused the poor ing it there upon her breast. The trees young man." were thick and heavy at our right, but Her pretty lips curled over these last across the lawn in front we saw the fields words with a smile of inward delight at and sky, and on the other side a single the picture they suggested, and my face row of feathery poplar-trees made a light, grew suddenly hot at the thought of my fluttering screen between us and the bend first adventure in conversation with her at ing river. We never grew tired of looking the dinner-table. at the fields; the house stood upon a slight " You ought not to enjoy making people hillock and we could see them for miles uncomfortable in that way," I said. “Why around with their rows of pollard poplar did you not walk with him pleasantly? here and there along the fences, and some. What was he like?” times a piece of bosky pasture land. They “ Something like you," said Annabel were all hues of gold and russet now in idly; "not very tall, with a rather well. the evening light, and beyond them was cut chin. They had some glees afterthe forest, and all about the edge of the wards, and he sang a little out of tune, fat world pink air lay still in level folds just as you do." under the cloudless blue.
I saw that she was in her most perverse I had something to say to Annabel, but mood. I believe by some subtle symI did not find it at all easy to begin, partic. pathy she divined what I had come to say. ularly as she seemed much more interested I said, “ I suppose I must take your words in looking about her than in talking to as a proof of your sisterly friendship for
I had thought that the best way to me, otherwise they are hardly polite.” word my warning would be to express the “Oh, I beg your pardon," she said, hope that she would one day be happily turning her wonderful eyes to me with a married, but it was necessary to find some look of innocent pleading. “I did not preface for the expression of such a wish. mean to be rude; I really was not thinkAt last I said, “What sort of society do ing what I said, I was only telling you you have here in the winter? There are what he was like." some English people in St. Luc, I hear. Had this been true it certainly would Do you never' meet any men that you not have detracted from the sting of her like?”
words, but I knew too well that the innoWith her head leaning backward against cence was feigned. “If he was at all the stone and her eyes still upon the like me, he must have been uninteresting fields she answered me with lazy uncon- indeed," I said dryly; "perhaps you will cern. "Oh, yes, there are some English kindly favor me with a list of your refamilies in St. Luc in winter. They are quirements in a young man.” very good sort of people, sensible, and “ Six feet two — and a beard — musical well educated as far as lesson books go. - and a Christian," replied Annabel, tellWhat they chiefly need is a soupçon of ing off the four items upon her fingers general information which might perhaps with a moment's pause for reflection before take away from the utter dulness of their each. conversation. For instance, this spring If I had expected any answer to my Ernest and I went to a picnic there. question it was a further apology, and I After luncheon I perceived that the dam- was so much astonished by her prompt sels and swains had been equally matched category that I stood silent. Annabel in numbers, and that it was their concep-again leaned lazily back against the stone tion of happiness that each couple should and watched the changes of the evening walk about together. Ernest deserted me light. If I had been certain that by mak. for a girl in blue, and I found myself sit-ing a declaration of love I could have ting by the broken fragments with a man caused her to stand there abashed before
me with eyes cast down, I think I would dinner that night she was not there. She have risked my life's happiness to have had gone to her room with a headache, had the power at that moment to put her they said. It was the only evening in the to confusion; but I felt impotent to touch three months that we spent without her, her perfect self-command. I could not and it was, as she had said of the society even fancy Annabel blushing with down. of St. Luc, unutterably dull. cast looks. It was one of her faults that It was the shooting season and it had she constantly looked before her out of become Annabel's business to go with her big grey eyes, and I sometimes sus. Ernest up the river before breakfast and pected that when she least appeared to be paddle his canoe for him. One morning observing what she saw she was observing I went with them, and I have a happy most. It was some time before I spoke recollection of a reedy river and a crimagain, and in the silence my anger grew son dawn, of wild duck seen for a moment more calm.
against the sky and then lost in the noise “Even though I do not possess your and smoke of the gun. It was real work list of virtues, Aopabel, except perhaps this canoeing, requiring quickness of the last, I know that you have allowed me perception and control of nerve; yet Er. to regard you with brotherly interest, nest would not let me touch the paddle and
when he could get Annabel to work for “Do look at that cow in our meadow!” him. It required absolute silence, too; she interrupted. “ Did you ever see any and Annabel could perceive and be silent. thing so funny as the way it and its I did not go with them often, and it shadow are walking along?' I beg your was after they had been out together one pardon, go on with what you were saying." morning that I said good-bye and started
“ I was only going to say that I may not for my home-bound ship. In the last day's have a chance of talking to you alone the thought of the parting scene with again, and when I am gone I shall hope Aonabel haunted me like a nightmare. I soon to hear that you are comfortably set- felt that when our eyes should meet for tled in a home of your own. I hope you the last time I could not fail to read her will always look back to our friendship inmost soul, and, like a veritable coward, with pleasure, and believe that although I I feared I knew not what. Oddly enough, may sometimes have seemed to you incon- I nearly started without saying good-bye siderate I have not consulted my own to her at all, for she and Ernest did not pleasure so much as I have endeavored return to breakfast. I had taken leave of earnestly to consider both your highest Mrs. Thorold and the trap was at the door welfare and my own."
with my portmanteau upon it before they She looked at me with eyes wide open came from the river. I stood upon the in unaffected astonishment. I am sure threshold talking to a young gardener who that this time her surprise was real, was working among the flowers when although I cannot tell exactly what caused they came racing over the lawn, Ernest it. She was startled at last out of her in- with his gun, and Annabel in her loose difference and stood facing me, apparently boating frock. thinking of what I had said. Then sud. “ You have missed your breakfast," I denly, as some thought struck her, the said. flame of an internal fire leaped to her “Never mind,” said Annabel, "you cheeks and she turned to me with earnest only had duck. We are so tired of eating eyes. "Richard, believe me, the human duck.” And this indeed I felt to be the power of thought and calculation is a very sentiment of us all. fallible thing, while when a man is a good “ I hope you have a partiog blessing man and trying to do right, his impulses for me, now you have come?" I said. are often sent from God.'
“We are so sorry you are going," she When she had said this she left me and said, still breathless. “ We ran all the went into the house. Dear girl! There way from the river to be in time to say was a sort of divine pity in her eyes as she good-bye to you. I hope you will have a spoke. Was it for me, or for herself, or very pleasant voyage. both? If she loved me this was the one “Yes, while we were out we decided protest which she made against the course that on the whole you were a thoroughly I had taken, the one word of pleading good fellow," said Érnest. “We shouldn't that she uttered for her own happiness. mind if you came back." Neither by look nor sign did she refer to “ Indeed, we shall miss you,” said Anthe subject again, but when I went in to nabel, clasping her hands." I shall miss
you very much indeed. I hope you will
From The Speaker. come back to see us."
PUNCH'S UNDERSTUDY. I was a little overwhelmed by this un- The first-class smoking carriage was expected expression of regard from them the emptiest in the whole irain, and even boin. "No," I said gravely, “I do not this was hot to suffocation, because my expect to be able to come back."
only companion denied me more than an “ Have you some luncheon?” asked inch of open window. His chest, he exAnnabel instantly. - We should not mind plained curtly, was “susceptible.” As we in the slightest giving you half-a-dozen crawled westward through the glaring couple of roast duck." She flew off for country, the sun's rays beat on the car. some luncheon for me and, with the per- riage roof til I seemed to be crushed un. tinacity which women have about such der an anvil, counting the strokes. I had matters, insisted on putting it into my dropped my book and was staring listlessly hand-bag. I did not want it, but I en out of window. At the other end of joyed her care and attention.
the compartmeot my fellow-passenger had Good-bye, Annabel,” I said, pressing pulled down all the blinds and hidden his her hand.
face behind the Western Morning News. “Good-bye,” she said, returning my He was 'a' red-faced, choleric little man of glance with her sweetest smile.
about sixty, with a salient stomach, a pro. When we drove away they waved their digious nose to which he carried souff hands to us. When we looked back from about once in two minutes, and a marked the gate they were pretending to weep. deformity of the shoulders. For comfort The horses walked up the road, and I and also, perhaps, to hide this humpwatched this dramatic performance for a he rested his back in the angle by the little way, then some trees hid the house window. He wore a black alpaca coat, a from us. When we saw them again they high stock, white waistcoat, and trousers were occupied with something else. Er- of shepherd's plaid. On no definite nest and the gardener were stooping down grounds I guessed him to be a lawyer and to examine something on the ground. unmarried. Annabel was tiptoe upon an inverted Just before entering the station at Lost. flower-pot, uplifting a small watering-can withiel, our train passed between the which she was carefully upsetting over white gates of a level crossing. A moErnest as she held back her skirts with ment before I had caught sight of the the other hand. Among her flowers, with " George ” drooping from the church spire, the old house for a background, for a mo- and at the crossing I saw it was regatta. ment we saw her, graceful in every line, a day in the little town. The road was full very mischief incarnate. Then we drove of people and lined with sweet-standings; out of sight.
and by the near end of the bridge a Punch " You see they have forgotten our very and Judy show was just closing a perform. existence already,” said Mr. Thorold. ance. The orchestra had unloosed his
But I was not so sure. I think Annabel drum and fallen to mopping the back of knew very well that we should see them his neck with the red handkerchief that from that gap in the trees, and I could not had previously bound the panpipes to his but confess that she had baffled my solici- chin. A crowd hung around, and among tude to the last.
it I noted several men and women in black, Sweet Annabel! I often think of her. hideous blots in the pervading sunshine. I think a man in this life is at certain The station platform was thronged as times given opportunities by which, if he we drew up, and it was clear at once that grasp them, he may rise to be something all the carriages in the train would be behigher than he has been before. In some sieged without regard to class. By some moments I feel sadly that in slighting chance, however, we were disregarded, Annabel's affection and friendship, I have and escape seemed likely till the very last slighted such an opportunity which the moment. The guard's whistle was beheavenly power will not hold out to me tween his lips when I heard a shout, then again. For the most part, however, I be one or two feminine screams, and a party lieve I did wisely in leaving her. I some of seven or eight came tearing out of the times doubt if I ever really understood booking office. Every one of them was her character, and it may be that she dressed in complete black; they were, in never once thought of me in the way of fact, the people I had seen staring at the love. As to that perhaps I am not the Punch and Judy show. best judge.
L. DOUGALL. A moment after, the door of our com.
partment opened, and we were invaded. The heat in the carriage by this time
They tumbled in over my legs, panting, was hardly more overpowering than the laughing, exclaiming, calling to each other smell of crape, broad - cloth, and cam. to hurry - an old man, two youths, four phor. The youth who had wedged him. middle-aged women, and a little girl about self next to me carried a large packet of four years old. My choleric fellow-pas- “ fairing,” which he had bought at one of senger leapt up, choking with wrath, and the sweet-stalls. He began to insert it shouted to the guard. But the door was into his side pocket, and in his struggles slammed on his indigoation, and we moved drove an elbow sharply into my ribs. I off. He sat back, purple above his stock, shifted my position a little. rescued his malacca walking-stick from “ Tom's wife would ha' felt it a source o' under the coat-tails of a subsiding youth, pride, had she lived." stuck it upright between his knees, and But I ceased to listen ; for in moving I glared around at the intruders. They had happened to glance at the further end were still possessed with excitement over of the carriage, and there my attention was their narrow escape, and unconscious of arrested by a curious little piece of paptooffence. One of the women dropped into mime. The little girl - a dark-eyed, intel. the corner seat and took the little girl on ligent child, whose pallor was emphasized her lap. The child's dusty boots rubbed by the crape which smothered her – was against the old gentleman's trousers. He looking very closely at the old gentleman shifted his position, grunted, aod took with the hump — staring at him hard, in snuff furiously.
fact. He, on the other hand, was leaning “ That was nibby.jibby," the old man of forward with both hands on the knob of the party observed, while his eye wap. his malacca, his eyes bent on the floor and dered round for a seat.
his mouth squared to the surliest expres. "I thought I should ha' died,” said a sion. He seemed quite unconscious of robust woman, with a wart on her cheek her scrutiny, and was tapping one foot and a yard of crape haoging from her bon- impatiently on the floor. det. “ Cao't 'ee find nowhere to sit, After a minute I was surprised to see uncle?"
her lean forward and touch him gently on “ Reckon I must make shift 'pon your the knee. Jap, Susannah.” This was said with a He took no notice beyond shuffling chuckle, and the woman tittered. “What about a little and uttering a slight growl. new-fangled game be this o' the Great | The woman who held her put out an arm Western's ? Arms to the seats, I declare. and drew back the child's hand, reprov. We'll have to sit intimate, my dears.” ingly. The child paid no heed to this, but
“'Tis first class," another woman an. continued to stare. Then in another two nounced in an awed whisper. “I saw it minutes she again bent forward and tapped 'pon the door. You don't think they'll the old gentleman's knee. fine us.”
This time she fetched a louder growl “'T all comes of our stoppin' to glare from him and an irascible glare. Not in at that Punch an' Judy," the old fellow the least daunted she took hold of his went on, after I had shown them how to malacca and shook it to and fro in her turn back the arm-rests and they were set- small hand. tled in something like comfort. “But I “I wish to heavens, madam, you'd keep never could refrain from that antic - tho' your child to yourself!" I feels condemned, too, in a way - an' * For shame, Annie !” whispered the poor Thomas laid in earth no later than poor woman, cwed by his look. eleven this mornin'. But in the midst of But again Annie paid no heed. In. life we are in death."
stead, she pushed the malacca towards the "I don't remember a more successful old gentleman, saying: buryin'," said the woman with the wart. “ Please, sir, will 'ee warm Mister Bar.
“That was part luck, you see; it bein' rabel wi' this?" regatta-day an' the fun o' the fair not He moved uneasily and looked harshly properly begun. I saw a lot at the ceme- at her without answering. “For shame, iery I didn' know by face, an' I reckon Annie !" the woman murmured a second they was mostly excursionists that caught time ; but I saw her lean back and a tear sight of a funeral an' followed it, to fill up started and rolled down her cheek. the time.”
“If you please, sir," repeated Annie, “Well, it all added."
“ will 'ee warm Mister Barrabel wi' this?” “Oh, aye ; Thomas was beautifully in- The old gentleman stared round the terred.”
carriage. In his eyes you could read the
question, "What in the devil's name does For the next minute, with a beautiful the child mean?" The robust woman chaoge on his face, the old gentleman had read it there aod answered him huskily:- taken the child on his knee and was talk.
“ Poor mite, she's buried her father this ing to her as I dare say he had never talked mornin'; an' Mister Barrabel is the coffin- before. maker, an' nailed en down."
“Are you her mother?” he asked, “Now," said Annie, this time eagerly, looking up suddenly and addressing the “ will 'ee warm him, same as the big doll womad opposite. did just now?"
“Her mother's been dead these two Luckily the old gentleman did not un- year'. I'm her aunt, an' I'm takin' her derstand this last allusioa. He had not home to rear 'long wi' my own childer." seen the group around the Punch and Judy He was bending over Annie, and bad show; nor, if he had, is it likely he would resumed his chat. It was all nonsense have guessed the train of thought in the something about the silver knob of his child's mind. But to me, as I looked at malacca – but it took hold of the child's my fellow-passenger's pose and the de. fancy and comforted her. At the next formity of his shoulders, and remembered station I had to alight, for it was the end how Puoch treats the undertaker in the of my journey. But looking back into the immortal drama, it was all plain enough. carriage as I shut the door, I saw Annie I glanced at the child's companions. bending forward over the walking-stick There was nothing in their faces to show and following the pattern of its silver-work that they took the allusion. And the with her small finger. Her face was next minute I was glad to think that I turned from the old gentleman's, and be. alone knew what had prompted Annie's hind her little black hat his eyes were speech.
THE COMEDIE FRANCAISE AND ITS TREAS trances, and he did not always get the best of URES. – How did the Comédie obtain all their the bargain, as we may see from his correworks? From letters preserved in the archives spondence, published by M. Jules Guiffrey in we shall learn the secret. Caffieri, we find, his excellent volume, “ Les Caffieri Sculpteurs estimated the terra-cottas of La Fontaine and et Fondeurs-ciseleurs” (Paris, 1877). The Quinault at twenty-five louis each, and his example of Caffieri was followed by other marble busts at three thousand francs each, artists as soon as it became known. In but the comedians did not pay in money. In March, 1778, Houdon offered a marble bust 1773 Piron died; Caffieri conceived the idea of Voltaire in exchange for a life entrance. of making the bust of that author for the Pajou, Foucou, Boizot, and Moret treated on Comédie, and asked his friend De Belloy to the same terms for the busts of Dufresny, Dan. make terms with the comedians. The negotia. court, Racine, and Regnard, and so from year tions took place by correspondence, and here to year the number of works of art increased. is the first letter from De Belloy to the actor In 1780 Madame Duvivier, niece and heiress Molé : "Mon cher Molé, - Caffieri offre aux of Voltaire, gave to the Comédie the pearl of comédiens d'exécuter le buste en marble de its collection, that superb marble statue of Piron, à la seule condition de ses entrées en Houdon, which is the glory of the public foyer. tout temps pendant sa vie. — DE BELLOY."
Magazine of Art. The comedians accepted the offer and placed Caffieri on the free list for life, and hencefor- TENNYSON'S PENSIONS. — Lord Tennyson ward in exchange for each bust in marble has often been censured for continuing to take they gave the sculptor a free pass for his life- the pension of £ 200 which he received now time, with the right of transferring it to an- nearly forty years ago. It ought to be known, other person. Thus the comedians adorned however, says a London correspondent, that their green-room without any outlay, and for many years the poet laureate has derived Caffieri received indirectly payment for busts no personal advantage from the pension. He to make which interested him, but which he has given the whole of it for the relief of would doubtless have found difficulty in dis- authors in distress. We has, in fact, constiposing of otherwise. The price of a life tuted himself the almoner of a fund of £ 200 entrance at the Comédie Française was reck. a year, and has used it — no doubt with judg. oned at three thousand francs. A private ment and care — to relieve the necessities of individual who wished to purchase such an authors. If he relinquished the pension it entrance had the advantage of credit and would not be conferred on another less pros. payment by instalments in dealing with Caf- perous writer. Its abandonment would merely fieri rather than with the Comédie directly. save the State £ 200 a year, and Lord Tennyson Indeed, the sculptor seems to have amused thinks that the money may be well employed himself by speculating with these life en-' in relieving the distress of men of letters.