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high-bred hunters as money can procure ; | young woman of seven-and-twenty, and a while some of the hacks and the pairs in very ugly small daughter of seven, were phaetons and double dogcarts, are models at lunch when Gareth arrived; and a perof symmetry and style after their kinds. fect volley of exclamations greeted him He will be struck by clean-built thorough- from his hostess as he entered the dinbreds that look smaller than they are till ing-room; also an ecstatic clapping of he comes to see them extending them- hands from the ugly little daughter, and selves over formidable fences, and laying a blush from the governess. Gareth the wide - stretching enclosures behind Vane very seldom did enter a room full them in their stride. He will admire the of women and children without exciting serviceable animals that carry those sub- these latter manifestations from some stantial farmers, who manage to see a among them; so he merely repaid them sufficiency of the sport though they stick by a smile which adult and juvenile apfor the most part to gates and lanes; and peared to consider as sufficient, and went transfusing their intelligence into the forward to take the two very much beinstinct of the fox, ride krowingly to jewelled hands which Mrs. Jacobson tenpoints rather than in the line of the pack. dered him. And he will understand the universal So you have come, after all! Well, I enthusiasm for the sport when he marks had quite given you up and was just abushow the ragtag and bobtail turn out for ing you finely; wasn't I, Miss Saunders ? the fun from the market-towns, the vil. I said you were a perfidious wretch, and lages, and the solitary hamlets, mounted so you were; for you promised to come upon anything, down to broken-kneed down by the twelve-thirty train in time ponies and ragged-coated donkeys fed on for lunch and to go with me to the Epsom furze. But our article, as we have re- sports; and I sent to the station to meet marked, lies rather in the snow than in you. No, you needn't look miserable sloppy pastures and holding fallows. So about that; I was expecting some fish as we shall not follow the hounds as they well, and it did come; but Vicky here draw from cover to cover; and as for the was in despair at your breaking your tale of the run, has it not been often word. How did you arrive after all, and written by men who were themselves what kept you? The salmon cutlets are unapproachably in the foremost flight, but all cold, and there is nothing fit to eat on who are gone beneath the turf they used the table ; but I'll have something up in to gallop over? The shades of the de: a moment. Sit down, do. Are you very parted warn us to be silent, from Ninirod tired ? " of the Quarterly, mighty among literary "I am not tired at all, and I don't want hunters, to the lamented Colonel Whyte anything up, and there's nothing I love Melville, so lately lost by an accident in more in the world than cold salinon cutthe hunting-field. The hunting-field in lets,” said Gareth, dropping into a chair the south, as the curling-pond in the beside Vicky: Also, my dear Mrs. Janorth, brings many classes together in a cobson, I didn't break my word. I came kindly communion of tastes and sympa- by the coach, and am prepared to escort thies; and long may it continue to do so. you to the sports whenever you like to The greater and the more unreserved the put on your bonnet; so please don't abuse genial intercourse of this kind, the less is me any more or call me bad names, I it likely that revolutionary legislation will want you to tell me something instead.” sow dissensions among those who ought “What is it? You look quite excited.” to be friends — will banish all but utilita- “I am excited. I have just met an rians from rural England, and subvert the angel, and I want to know her name.” time-honored landmarks that our fathers
* Her name
an angel?? have religiously preserved.
“ Yes. This angel was on a bay mare, the latter a tolerably neat animal with one white stocking. If you can't tell me who she is, I shall go forth and hang myself as soon as ever the sports are over and I have given you into Matt's care.”
“How like you! Some woman, of course, and before you have been in the
parish five minutes!” laughed Mrs. JaIN CHADLEIGH CHURCH.
cobson. “ Isn't he incorrigible, Miss The Jacobsons of Birchwood, or rather Saunders ?” Mrs. Jacobson, her governess, a pale Miss Saunders, looking a little paler
From All The Year Round.
than before, smiled faintly in answer. “Dismissed
with some of the flowPerhaps at some period of his intimacy ers by way of thank-offering!” said Mrs. with the Jacobsons (and he had known Jacobson, glancing at Gareth's bouquet; them some time, Matt the husband being then without waiting for him to deny the a stockbroker in the city, and having imputation, if he had been going to do so: assisted at selling out some of his few “A girl riding with a clergyman brown hundreds on more than one occasion) Gar. horse with one white stocking! Why, eth had turned a not ungentle eye on the you must mean Was she sair, rather slim, interesting-looking gover ess, and pretty, with blue eyes ?” had spoken a soft word or two for her • She was fair certainly ; light hair, comfort. Oppressed governesses, when and the bluest eyes I ever saw. As to pretty, always found a champion in this rather pretty,' well, yes. I dare say a reprobate brother of Mrs. Hamilton; and woman would call her so. That's a matthough Miss Saunders was not at all ter of opinion, however.” oppressed, she had certainly been pretty Mrs. Jacobson did not see the innuonce, and he may not have stood strictly endo. on the bond as to her claim to notice. “Well, I dare say you wouldn't think Now, she was hardly pretty at all; and, her so," she said,
for she is not in your therefore, though she remembered the style not at least if she is the girl I soft words he had forgotten them. Even think; and I am pretty sure of it. Fair, the sweetness of his smile came by na- blue eyes, and riding with a clergyman. ture, not intent, and was diffused equally Oh, it must be — mustn't it, Miss Saunover governess, child, and luncheon ta ders? – Miss ble. He did not hear Mrs. Jacobson's Dysart,” said Miss Saunders, speakappeal to her as he answered: “A wom-ing for the first time and in the tone an? Well, I suppose so. She was in of one who thought all this fuss very woman's form, anyhow. My dear friend, absurd. you must know her; for she lives some- “Yes, exactly. She's
Miss Dysart. where in this neighborhood and she knows There are two of them ; but I only know you. She told me so."
the oldest one, and they live with their “ Told you so! When?”
mother somewhere between Epsom and “ Just now, when I was walking by her Chadleigh End, a house overlooking tlie side under Box Hill."
park.” “ Walking with her when you don't “ Ah, indeed! Close to where I met even know her name! Very improper, her the first time then,” cried Gareth. indeed! and I am quite sure she was "Oh, then this is not the first meeting? telling you a fib. I have no young lady Take care, Mr. Gareth, or you will have acquaintances who ride about alone on young Ashleigh down on you. I am bebay mares, or ramble over Box Hill with ginning to be sorry I asked you here." fast young men. Don't tell me any more “ That is impolite, so I won't believe it. about her.”
Who, pray, is young Ashleigh ?" “I won't if you tell me something in- “Her lover, the curate of Chadleigh stead. Let me set you right on two End. They ride about everywhere topoints, however,” and there was a little gether; and Mrs. de Boonyen told me touch of earnestness superadded to the he gave her that horse. Oh, I believe languid gaiety of Garetli's tone, which he's very well-to-do, a son of the rector showed be meant what he said. “She of Dilworth and nephew of Sir William was not riding alone, and she did not Ashleigh. They are county people, you wander over the hill with me; and I am know; and people say that Miss Dysart's very sure she was not improper in any mamma strained beaven and earth to way, even by communication with my make up the match." fastness."
“I should hardly think it was neces. “What did she do then, and how did sary unless the young man was made of you come across her?"
stone. The Dysarts are not well-to-do, I “She had dismounted to gather wild suppose?” flowers, and her horse bolted. I hap- “Oh, no; poor as rats, the De Boon. pened to be near, having missed the right yens say; but proud to an extent. I'm turning on my way here, and caught the quite complimented at Miss Dysart's brute for her. She allowed me to lead it claiming my acquaintance, for they hoid back to the place where her companion themselves so aloof in general that they (a parson by his rig) had left hier, and then will hardly know anybody." dismissed me. Voilà tout!”
Evidently that rule has exceptions,
for she certainly said she knew you," " The idea ! Why, I don't call there Gareth put in as a conciliatory stroke. myself. I've never even seen the mother, “And now tell me about these sports. and they tell me she is an iceberg.” Matt only said I was to be sure to get “ Then we must manage it some other down in time for them, and that he would way. When you make difficulties you
of meet us there in the evening.”
course inspire one to overcome them. Gareth had said and learned as much Where preacheth this clerical lover?” as he cared to do for the present on the In Chadleigh church, of course. subject of Sybil Dysart, and having Where else ?” changed the conversation he kept it in “ And of course the 'lily maid' goes entirely different channels for the rest of to hear him. My friend, it is not much the afternoon, only taking pains to make in my way, but we will attend Chadleigh himself more than usually agreeable to church next Sunday.” his hostess.
Ard you pretended not to think Sybil She was just the woman to like direct Dysart pretty!” said Mrs. Jacobson. compliments, and he knew it and dosed “What a shameless humbug you are ! her with them. A woman young, good. Well, it's a beautiful little church and a looking, of the large-nosed, full-lipped nice drive, so you shall be spoiled for Judaic type, more than half a Jewess, once. Remember, though, if the mother indeed, and less than three-quarters a is there I sha'n't dream of introducing lady, Gareth knew that by a little love you to your innamorata. I've no fancy making and a good deal of flattery be for being snubbed because a dowdy old could twist her round his finger, and woman happens to be niece to an earl.” bided his time accordingly; It was only when they were driving home through Mrs. Dysart very seldom did go to the dusk of a May twilight, and had church. As she told Lionel's mother on nearly reached Chadleigh End, that he one occasion, her health did not permit took occasion to ask her in the most care- ber to do so. She might have added with less tone he could assuine,
equal truth that young men's sermons “By the way, isn't it somewhere about (even those of her son-in-law elect) bored here that you said my fair equestrian far more than they interested her, and lives?”
that of Lion's ideas in particular she had To his great delight Mrs. Jacobson not full and plentiful feasts served out withonly nodded but pointed to a house not out grudge or parsimony in the seclusion far off.
of her own parlor. But with Sybil and “Yes, that's the place, behind the lau- Jenny it was quite otherwise ; and, as rel hedge on the right. I dare say young Gareth rightly opined, it must have been Ashleigh is there at present."
a weighty circumstance which would have Gareth mentally cursed young Ash- kept the girls from their weekly attendleigh. He had no particular reason for ance at a church, which was not only doing so, seeing that the latter had done endeared to them by being their own, but him no harm, and that he did not even as having for its pastor the future husknow him by sight; but he cursed him band of one and the adopted brother of all the same and with an inward hearti- the other. Perhaps there was nothing ness which
courage to say that Jenny found much more enjoyable aloud,
in her somewhat uneventful life than “If he's a man of taste, he probably Lion's sermons. So often they turned is. But I don't think he is a man of on something the two had already distaste, or he wouldn't have left that sweet cussed or argued over; and though in creature to pick wild flowers by herself that case the argument was often renewed this morning. My dear Mrs. Jacobson, later, and sought out with such irreverent here's something to amuse us. Let us heat by this independent-minded young cut him out."
lady, that Sybil's more submissive spirit “Us!” said Mrs. Jacobson, laughing. was quite scandalized, Lion was always “ Gareth Vane, don't talk nonsense.' sure at any rate of his young antagonist's
" I'm not talking nonsense; I mean it. full and eager attention, the great bright It is too early for grouse; but the game eyes meeting his at every point with quick laws don't apply to all sport. I want to appreciation; while sometimes on the know that little beauty better; and as you other hand Sybil's snowy lids drooped tell me she is engaged, the luxury will be over hers lower than even the meekness a safe one on both sides. Won't you of devotion required; and, but for the help me? Take me to call there." mortification of admitting such an idea.
he might have almost fancied she was bad text for an agricultural congregation; asleep.
but somehow in Lion's levelling hands the On the Sunday following Princess's obligations of the landlords- waxed far escapade, the two fair faces were visible larger than those of the tenants ; while as usual in their accustomed pew, wear- even that “tribute penny" which was to ing more than their usual likeness to one be rendered to Cæsar in return, grew another, because subdued by a common small by degrees and “beautifully less” spirit of devotion and recollection, and until it had dwindled into such insignifimore than their usual unlikeness to the cant dimensions that it showed a palpable rest of the gay, not to say over-dressed ungenerosity and ineanness in Cæsar to little congregation of Chadleigh End, by stoop to exact it at all. the Puritan simplicity of their plain, close- It was a sermon which would have infitting grey dresses and bonnets, the only furiated Mr. Chawler and the Dilworth finery about them a little biack lace scarf squirearchy in general, and shocked and knotted round either throat, with a white angered his father; but which was doubtrosebud nestled into it. The lace was of less exceedingly satisfactory to Hodge real Chantilly, and very fine. The rose sitting at the lower end of the church ; or buds were real, too, and freshly gathered; rather would have been so supposing that but I doubt whether Mrs. Dysart would Hodge had understood anything about it. have permitted the latter adornment if It is perhaps raiher a hindrance, however, Sybil had not cunningly secured Lion's to the enthusiasm of that rural but someadniration for it first, and ordered Jenny what thick-skulled individual's admirers to don one also, that the mother's indul- that he generally finds their perorations gence might find a double claimant. on bis behalí quite as unintelligible as the
Jenny obeyed cheerfully. She would counter arguments of his tyrants and ophave donned a rose or a domino with pressors, and that, unless provided with equal willingness to please her sister, and an interpreter, the former do not receive thought no more about it afterwards. as much gratitude from him as the energy She never gave a remembrance to the of their efforts in his service deserve. flower when once she had passed through Hodge understood Lion perfectly when the church door. The fragrance of it only he was sent for to the vicarage and rated blended with the notes of the organ (a in good frank language as from man to better one than is generally found in vil man for being drunk and lazy. He did lage churches) to lift her senses into a the same when the curate sent poor conhigher and more ideal sphere; but Sybil sumptive old Hodge a jug of ale and plate was not above a little innocent girlish of meat from his own table every Sunday, vanity in such matters, and could not help and apprenticed Widow Hodge's eldest a gentle feeling of satisfaction every time son to a good trade when his father's she felt the cool touch of the petals death left the boy with seven others on against her skin. She knew the blossom the poor woman's hands. was no whiter than that soft white chin All that sort of thing was plain and above it, Lion had told her so, and as she simple enough; and Hodge modified the raised her eyes to his during the sermon, sheepish scowl with which he received she wondered is the thought were still in the lecture by grinning at the charity, and his mind.
vowing “parson were a good ’un in the It was not! I do not mean any dispar: main, an' noan so bad there mightn't be agement to his ardor as a lover; for the worser; but when Lion trenched on young curate
was well aware of the higher ranges of thought or action, when presence of his betrothed, and perhaps he met poor lost Lizzie Hodge sitting unpreached all the better for an occasional der a hedge with her fever-stricken child glance at her fair, pure face; but she on her knee, and taking the little lad from might have worn a bearskin or a yashmak her, carried him right across Epsom Comwithout his being in any way cognizant of mon, and into the town, through a blindit._He would have liked her just as well. ing snowstorm, and with the exhausted
To-day he was giving a sermon after outcast mother clinging to his arm; and his own heart. The text he had taken when on the same day he sharply refused for it was: “Render therefore to Cæsar to allow even the smallest charity to ablethe things which are Cæsar's, and to God bodied men and women who hadn't earned the things which are God's," and he used it, he became wholly unintelligible to the it to illustrate the duties of tenants and bucolic mind, and more than slightly relaborers to their landlords and employers, pellent. Squire, Chawler's curses and those of the latter to them. Not a ljoined with his beef and coals at Christ.
mas were far easier to comprehend, as snub him well,” said Miss Jenny to her. were the indiscriminate sixpences and self. soup-tickets of the Miss de Boonyens Apparently Sybil had left church in a even when accompanied by the donors' more charitable mood. She let Gareth shrinking avoidance of the objects of their take her hand and even smiled too; and liberality; and Hodge accepted both of he bent a little forward and said somethese, and ran after them with a servile thing which if Jenny could have believed greediness which at times lashed his her ears sounded like, would-be champion and idealizer into al- "You see I was right. We have met most impatient despair.
again. I am so glad. At that moment, Today, if he roused excitement in any however, Mrs. Jacobson had turned to one it was in Jenny. Disagreeing utterly ber, and, in listening to and answering with Lion's social theories, while rever- her, the girl felt that she might not have encing and admiring with her whole heart caught the words properly. She had not the nobility of character which gave them bargained, however, for what followed. birth, he kept her in a small tempest of The stock-broker's lively young wife was enthusiasm and deprecation which held certainly disposed to earn her guest's her attention riveted on bis words to the gratitude by no half measures, and to that exclusion of all else ; and only when the end she poured out pretty speeches and hymn was given out at the end, and she civilities on Jenny, asking why she and turned towards her sister with the book her sister never came to Birchwood. The which they shared in common, did she latter had called once, and Mrs. Jacobson notice that the latter's cheeks too were had quite hoped she would do so again. glowing with equal fire, and her eyes It wasn't so very far, nothing like the disbrilliant, with an expression quite differ- tance to Dilworth, and she knew they ent from the angelic indifference which visited there. Indeed, she would have tbey usually wore in church.
called at Hillbrow herself but that never Jenny was sure that Sybil was feeling having met Mrs. Dysart she felt rather with her, and burnt with eagerness to dis- sliy: She was quite charmed that they cuss the whole subject as soon as they had happened to encounter one another were free. She rather burried their exit that morning. from church when the service was over in While all this was being uttered she her impatience to get away from the other had moved on, keeping Jenny at her side, people and begin the comments which while Gareth and Sybil were left to follow. were tingling on her lips, and had just Jenny would have found it impossible to succeeded in beguiling her sister into a detach herself without positive rudeness; different path from the rest, when a very but it was not pleasant to her, for she stylishly-dressed lady whom she only knew nothing of Mrs. Jacobson save that knew by sight disengaged herself from she had once met her at a juvenile cricketthe crowd, and crossing the grass held match at Chadleigh Park, and that she out her hand to Sybil with a greeting bad heard Lion allude to her as “rather quite effusive in its cordiality:
rapid.” She disliked " rapid ” ladies, “ How do you do, Miss Dysart? What however, with all her heart, and Mrs. a long time since we have met ! And Jacobson's over-bright eyes and bloom, what a clever preacher you have ! Quite her gorgeous dress, her jewellery, and the delightful to hear anything so original. 1 lisp with which she spoke, all tended to almost wish we were in this parish, but confirm ber belief in the justice of the at any rate my friend Mr. Vane here owns stricture and to inspire Jenny with repug. I haven't brought him to church to-day to nance. She answered very coldly, her hear twaddle. By the way, let me intro- soft, high-bred tones sounding as if iced, duce Mr. Vane, Miss Dysart. What! and walked as slowly as she could, glancYou have met before ?"
ing behind her for her sister at intervals “ Twice, I think,” said Gareth, with a in the hope of a rescue ; but it is not easy smiling look into Sybil's eyes; and those for nineteen when shy and modest to snub stag-like ones of Jenny's opened to indig nine-and-twenty when neither, and Mrs. nant width. A handsome enough man, Jacobson did not seem to see the intenthis stranger; but what business had any tion. stranger to make her sister blush by star- “This is your way, too, I suppose," she ing at her so boldly, and to offer her his said cheerfully. “I told our coachman to hand with almost the eagerness of an old wait for us in the village ; for my horses friend?
are young and not very well broken, and “Very free and easy! I hope she will | a clash of church bells is apt to make