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them skittish. By the way, you ride, don't “Was Mrs. Jacobson pushing ? I didn't you, Miss Dysart? Your sister does, I notice it," she said. "I thought she know. Such a pretty horse, almost the seemed very kind, and I did go there same color as my Rosabelle. Why don't once, you know; Lion took me. What you ride over to Birchwood to lunch some didn't you like in her, Jenny?” day?"

“ What?" repeated Jenny. The quesCertainly there was no way of checking tion took away her breath. She had never Mrs. Jacobson's friendliness or getting contemplated the idea that Sybil would away from her, and she walked on at such not agree with her, or that there could be a pace that Jenny was afraid Sybil would two opinions on the subject. · Why, feel herself deserted, and did not wonder everything. Her over-talk, and her overshe found it impossible to keep company dress, and her lisp, and even her color; with them. It was a comfort to her to for I am sure it was artificial. Why, reflect that when they gained the high- Sybil, I should have thought she was just road their ways lay in opposite directions; the woman you and Lion would have but even then Mrs. Jacobson made a abominated." stand, and not satisfied with saying good- There could be no suspicion as bye, assailed Sybil with the same warmth artificiality in Sybil's color, it came too of invitation which she had lavished on readily; but with it there was a look of her sister.

displeasure at present, and she answered " Your sister tells me doesn't ride. more decidedly than was at all her wont. I am so sorry; for I have been teasing “ I am not given to 'abominating' peoher to come and see me; but you do, I ple, Jenny, and I think it is a pity to use know, so you have no excuse. Now do such strong expressions, even if Lion come to luncheon some day. I shall be does. Besides, I hardly fancy he would so glad. I've been wanting to see more have taken me to Mrs. Jacobson's if he of you ever since that pleasant afternoon had had such a feeling against her, and I on the cricket-field, and you must excuse don't think it is charitable to run down informality. We Mickleham people are other women in that way. You will make shockinglý informal, aren't 'we, Mr. very few friends if you get into the habit Vane?"

of it." “ Are you ?” he said, laughing. "If It was on Jenny's lips to say that she so, I am glad of it. I like informality would not care to make many friends of when I like the people it brings me the Mrs. Jacobson stamp; but she was so among."

petrified by her sister's tone, that for the He looked towards Sybil as he spoke, anoment she hardly sound words to anand though her face was turned towards swer at all. What liad she said that was Mrs. Jacobson he saw the color mount so uncharitable? Was it about the only into it.

too apparent rouge on Mrs. Jacobson's “I shall be very glad to come some cheeks? Well, perhaps she might have day," she said slyly.

been wrong in her suspicions. She must have been, in expressing them, or Sybil would not have been so vexed. Sybil at

any rate was sure to be right. JENNY DIFFERS.

"Was I running her down ? " she said “My dear Sybil, what a horrid woman, good-temperedly. “I didn't mean to do and how could you be dragged into say- so, poor woman, and perhaps she can't ing you would go to see her!” Jenny help her lisp. Still, Sybil, I must own I exclaimed, as the sisters, released at last, thought her very pushing; and if mamma turned their steps homewards. “You are had been there I expect she would have not half severe enough in putting people said the same. Surely you don't like down. I did my best, but it wasn't much her?" good, and I hoped you would second me.” “I don't either like or dislike people

Sybil laughed. She was still looking a I know nothing about,” Sybil answered littlé flushed and excited, just enough to with the same slight touch of petulance; make her prettier than ever, and Gareth “but as for mamma

Well, Jenny, had thought so, as for the second time he you know as well as I that it is not fair io took her hand in bidding her good-bye. quote her, seeing that she hardly ever His eyes said as much; but fortunately takes to any one. If we were to do exshe was as unconscious of their meaning actly as mamma does we might as well as of the outraged state of Jenny's feels live in a hermitage at once; but I don't ings.

suppose she always shunned society as

CHAPTER XIII.

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she does now. And we have not even tures are so regular, and the eyes her excuse. We are not widows or or Did you notice them, and the face altomiddle-aged people.”

gether, Jenny? It is like a picture.” “I don't want to shun society, I am But Jenny had been scolded, and was sure,” said Jenny, feeling herself put in in a wilful mood. the wrong, but' hardly knowing how. “What picture ?" she asked. “No, "Surely, however, one can tell good style no, Sybil; I will forgive him for shaking from bad, and there is a difference be- hands with you under the circumstances, tween shutting oneself up in a hermitage but I can't admire his eyes. They were and being a little particular. Indeed, I like the wolf's in • Litile Red Riding thought that you would have been more Hood.' Take care of yourself. He has vexed than 1, because you were left to begun by shooting at you. He may

end walk behind with that handsome, fast- by eating you up." looking man who stared so rudely and She turned in at their own gate as she shook hands when he was introduced to spoke, laughing merrily still, but Sybil's you as coolly as if

smile in answer was rather forced, and “He knew me already,” Sybil put in, she was glad that Jenny turned off into her cheeks more crimson than pink now, the yard to visit Rolf the watch-dog, and but speaking in a much gentler tone. so left her free to go to her own room “And so he did! Do you remember, alone. Jenny, my telling you last autumn how Sybil did not like mysteries and unconnearly I was shot one day coming home ventionalities; and her last encounter with through Farmer Dyson's field in the par- Gareth had left an uncomfortable feeling tridge season, and how kind and sorry the on her mind: a feeling which increased

- the person was about it? Well, that to actual embarrassment when, listing her gentleman that we met to-day was the eyes during the sermon, she suddenly saw same man; and I have seen him once him in a pew not far from her and gazing since then as well — only last week, when at her with fixed, appealing eyes, as if Lion and I were out riding: I had dis- seeking the recognition which she felt her mounted, while Lion went into a house, cheeks were giving in spite of herself. and had tied Princess to a tree; but she Mrs. Jacobson's friendly greeting and managed to loose herself and get away; prompt introductions had set that all and fortunately, he — this gentleman was right; and Gareth seemed so delighted passing and caught her for me. I was at it, spoke so gratefully of the happy very grateful to him for it, and I think," " chance” which had brought him and the soft eyes brightening, “ that if he had his hostess to Chadleigh church that been a fast man he might have dispensed morning, and said so many more pretty with an introduction altogether. As it things to her during the few minutes that was, I was very pleased to meet him they were together than she generally reagain, and be able to thank him; and Iceived in the course of a fortnight, that dare say you would have been the same in she could not help feeling pleased and my place; for nothing could have been fluttered too. It is all very well to be kinder or more courteous than he was; quite superior to admiration, and all very and he didn't even know who I was, and nice to be engaged to a man who goes in must have thought me very awkward and for sensible conversation instead of silly troublesome, and — and foolish altogeth- compliments; but at one-and-twenty com

; er."

pliments don't always seem silly, and senWhy, Sybil, of course I should,” cried 'sible conversation sometimes wearies. Jenny, all the more penitently because It was rather a way of Gareth's to talk Sybil's voice had assumed an almost tear. to girls whom he admired as though they ful intonation. “Only, how could I guess were children, and he a man of middle who be was! I remember that fright of age and experience; and it is true that he yours quite well. It alarmed me even to was aged - in the latter. Sybil was not. hear of it; and we didn't tell mamma lest Perhaps for that very reason she felt init should upset her. I suppose that was clined to admire him more un

unreservedly why you didn't m tion having met hin than if he had been quite a young man. again last week. Do you think he recog- Indeed, she thought him much older than nized you then?

he was; the very way in which he alluded "Oh, yes! Why, I recognized him," to Lionel as a young fellow of much said Sybil, adding simply: " It was easier promise seeming to stamp himself with for me, however, because he is so much the seal of seniority, and to take any better-looking than most men. His fea- sound of impertinence from a speech he

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made as he showed Sybil a few half-with-| himself, he told me so, and that he knew ered Aowers in his button-hole.

most of the men of the day; so he ought “Do you know what hand dropped to be a judge. I-I should have liked these? Í have kept them, for I had a you to have seen him, mammy." fancy that I should touch it with mine “Ah, I have drifted out of the world of before they faded quite ; but they have literary people since I came down here,” needed a great deal of cherishing to make sighed Mrs. Dysart, “but it was for you my fancy come true.”

girls, and it has been all for the best. I And Lion had knocked their fellows would rather see people through your into the dirt and trampled on them! eyes now. If Mrs. Jacobson calls, as you Sybil must have been more than strong: say she wants to do, I will submit to it for minded not to feel mortified and flattered Lion's sake; but for my own I know quite at the same moment.

enough people.” She said no more about it, however. She did not say anything about submitJenny's raillery, either because it vexed ting to see Mrs. Jacobson's friend; and her, or because she was annoyed at being the idea would not even have occurred to vexed by it, bad that effect, it sealed her Sybil berself. She had done her duty in lips : a bad thing in a woman, say what mentioning him, and in doing so had peryou will to the contrary. Talk is a wom- suaded herself as well as her mother that an's safety-valve. It is not till she is any interest she might feel in him was deprived of that medium for mental evap- on Lion's account. Dear Lion !

It was oration that she becomes dangerous. pleasant to hear him praised by stran

If, however, Jenny's little joke about gers. Red Riding Hood's wolf prevented her Lion himself was ungrateful, however. sister from saying any more to her of its “Mrs. Jacobson !” he exclaimed in object, Sybil's strictures had the effect of anything but complimentary tones, when silencing the young girl on the score of coming to call a day or two later be found Mr. Vane's hostess; and when later in Jenny in the garden by herself, and heard the afternoon she overheard Sybil giving that his lady-love was out, having been an account of the meeting with Mrs. carried off for a drive by the lady in Jacobson to her mother, and describing question. “What on earth brought her in her own pleasant way the former's here?”! friendliness and agreeability, Jenny glided “She called,” said Jenny rather shortly; out of the room lest her silence should then seeing further enquiries in Lion's appear like dissent, and a dissent all the uplifted eyebrows: “Mamma had a headmore unamiable because she saw from ache and was lying down - she is now Sybil's way of putting it that Mrs. Jacob- so Sybil went down; and as it was such a son's warm admiration of Lion formed the lovely day Mrs. Jacobson persuaded her chief ground for her sister's appreciation to go for a drive. Mamma said she might. of the lady.

She will be sorry, though, if she finds you Mrs. Dysart thought the same and came when she was out.” laughed a little as she answered, stroking “I am sorry she went,” said Lion. the fair head: “ I'm afraid my daughter “Sybil is too good to be driving about would find something charming in any one with that vulgar little woman. What who admired her lover. Still, I own our made her call here at all?" Lion's sermons are a trifle better than "Why — didn't Syb tell you ? — she those of young curates in general; and it was at church last Sunday. I think she shows a certain superiority in a woman of said she came over to hear you preach, these parts” (there was always a modicum and admired your sermon immensely. of fine scorn in Mrs. Dysart's allusions to She walked as far as the turning with us the neigliborhood where she had elected afterwards, and praised your eloquence to to dwell) “to be able to appreciate the the skies.” difference. The boy will be Aattered if “Flummery !” said Lion. "I don't people from Mickleham come to hear believe she ever listened to a sermon in him."

her life or could tell you what it was about. “And London people, too, mamma,” | Just like her; all fummery together!” said Sybil a little eagerly.

“Who is uncharitable now !” cried tleman with Mrs. Jacobson, a Mr. Vane, Jenny, looking up from the geranium she had only run down from town for a few was planting to shake her trowel laughdays; and he said he would rather hear ingly at her future brother.

“If Sybil Lion than a good many fashionable Lon- were here wouldn't you get a lecture! I don preachers. He was a literary man I did the other day for finding fault with

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this Mrs. Jacobson; she fancied that you | honestly, and tried to imitate the air and liked her, Lion."

manner which contained it; and Gareth “I? What put that idea into her head ?” saw the effort, and laughed savagely Because you took her to call there within him at the absurdity of it. To

She told me so; and she likes him it was like an ape mimicking a dove; her.”

but he was ungrateful to make such a “ Then I'm very sorry for it. I took comparison, for poor Mrs. Jacobson was her? Oh, yes; I remember now. There going out of her way for his pleasure, was a thunderstorm coming on, and Mrs. and she was not so bad after all. Of Jacobson met us just at her own gate as course, she was vain, and vulgar, and we rode by and insisted on our coming in loud, but there was no harm in her. She for shelter. I didn't like to refuse, be- was quite as fond of her husband as Mrs. cause Sybil had a cold and the other Dysart could have been of hers; and if woman made such a fuss it would have she went on" with Gareth Vane in a seemed churlish; but I never thought she way which Jenny would have stigmatized would have built up a visiting acquaint- as flirting, she cared no more in reality ance on it."

for that dangerous Apollo than for any “I am comforted,” said Jenny demurely. Other good-looking young man with suffi“I was beginning to think I was very cient spare time to enliven Birchwood wicked in not falling in love with that now and then with a visit, and help her Mrs. Jacobson, Sybil seemed so shocked in keeping Matt at home of an vening. at my want of charity.”

That Matt was a terribly black sheep; “Ah, that was because she is always and perhaps his wife wouldn't have used so tenderly charitable herself,” said Lion so much rouge now if she hadn't cried fondly, his ill-humor passing away at the away a good deal of her natural bloom thought of his lady-love's good qualities. during the first year or two of her mar" You know how she hates to be discour-ried life. teous or to hurt any one's feelings. Some- At present she was in high good-humor, times I doubt whether she remembers first at giving the neighborhood an opporthat she has any wishes of her own, she is tunity of seeing one of the exclusive so ready to fall in with other people's. I Miss Dysarts in her carriage, and secdare say she won't even own to having ondly at having secured an attraction to been bored when she comes back. There, detain Gareth longer at Birchwood; and Jenny, leave those geraniums and come she therefore laid herself out to second indoors, l've something to show you. A his efforts at being agreeable with such friend bas sent me a parcel from New success, that when Sybil alighted at her Zealand of the most lovely ferns; and I own door, it was with the bright expresbrought them round with me. They'll sion of one who had thoroughly enjoyed make your mouth water."

herself, and a sincere hope that mamma Sybil in the mean time was on her would let her accept an invitation to lunch homeward way, bowling smoothly along a at Birchwood, which had been given her broad, sunny road in Mrs. Jacobson's for the following week. stylish barouche, with that lady at her “My last day in the country! Do side, and Gareth's blue eyes looking into come, please," Gareth said entreatingly; hers from the opposite seat. They had and Sybil thought she would certainly picked him up on the way, as he was like to do so. * taking a walk," and he had gathered a She came in radiant and glowing as the little bunch of wild flowers, wood anem. afternoon sunshine itself to the school. ones and violets like those Sybil had room where the other two were still benddropped the other day, which he gave her ing over the oak table, a pile of dead with a smile that supplied the need of ferns before them, one or two similar any words. Perhaps he had never in all heaps — Jenny's old collections — littered his idle life tried so hard to make himself about, and half-a-dozen open books scatagreeable to any one as to this shy, sweet, tered over floor and table. Jenny was maidenly girl, who was not like any other just arguing something in her clear, eager he was in the habit of meeting. She was treble, and Lion disputing with her so so utterly destitute of coquetry, so inno-warmly, that they did not hear the door cently sweet and gracious, so trustful in open. Sybil held up both her pretty others, and withal so exquisitely modest grey-gloved lands. and dignified, that she fascinated him like Oh, what a mess!” she cried, with some rare flower, or delicate perfume. half real, half laughing horror.

“ Lion, Even Mrs. Jacobson felt the charm as you are too bad. Untidy yourself, and

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making Jenny worse. How am I to shake them all about it; and her confidences hands across all this litter!”

had been rebuffed, and her friends sneered “ Try,” said Lion, stretching across it at ! to prison one hand in his big hold. When Jenny came running up-stairs a “Never you mind her, Jenny. She scolds little later, to say tea was ready, and us because she has been bored herself. mamma and Lion calling out for their sunWell, you poor victim to politeness, how beam to sweeten it, she went down at have you survived it? I was very angry once and showed herself as bright and

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serene as a sunbeam should ; but she said Angry! Why?” asked Sybil inno- no more of her late companions, and cently. Indeed, it was very pleasant; Jenny did not even know whence came and oh, Jenny, what do

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think?" the little bunch of wild flowers which she But Jenny interrupted her.

found in a glass of water on the table by There, Lion, I told you so! Sybil her sister's bed. never will own that being amiable to uncongenial people is unpleasant. I believe she makes a principle of it. Sybil, come and look at these lovely foreign ferns. Now, isn't this an Aspleninu? Lion

From Temple Bar. declares it's a Gymnogramma, but I am

LORD EDWARD FITZGERALD. sure it's as like our Asplenium Ruta- AMONG the Irishmen who took part in Murarin as it can be. Look.”

the events which led to the rebellion of Very like,” said Sybil, glancing at the 1798, and stood out boldly to denounce fern without much attention. Dead plants and resist the corrupt despotism beneath were by no means as interesting to her which their country groaned, there are few as green and growing ones. “But, Jenny, who hold so high a place as Lord Edward did you hear what I was saying Mr. FitzGerald. It was patriotism, wholly Vane has been in Austria. He was there disinterested, that urged him to the two years ago, and stayed several days in lengths he went; and had the cause he our town; he

espoused been gained, instead of lost, “Mr. Vane? Oh! the man with the he would have been ranked among the Red Riding Hood wolf's eyes,” said Jen- heroes of modern history. As it is, his ny'. “Was he with you, then? Does he memory will always be cherished by his live with the Jacobsons ?”

countrymen. “Surely Mrs. Jacobson hadn't the cool. He was born in 1763, being the fifth ness to bring her men friends here?” son of James, first Duke of Leinster, by cried Lion. “What impertinence! It his marriage with Lady Emilia Lennox, was well for her your mother wasn't down. daughter of Charles, second Duke of Don't, for goodness' sake, get intimate Richmond. He was ten years old when he with that woman, Sybil. Jacobson is lost his father. The following year, his thoroughly bad, fast and hard-living, and mother married Scotch gentleman, his friends are the same. Now, Jenny, named Ogilvie, who proved an excellent you are putting the wrong ones together. stepfather to her younger children. That's no more an Asplenium than I am. The army was the profession for which Look at the arrangement of the spores, young FitzGerald was intended, and to and —"

which his own taste inclined. We find Sybil went quietly away to take off her him at seventeen, in America, serving bonnet. She was not cross with either with his regiment, the 19th, in the war Lion or her sister for their strictures on with our revolted colonies. Here his gal. her new friends or their absorption in the lant conduct procured him the post of occupation they had in hand; but she was aide-de-camp to Lord Rawdon. Wher. disappointed. The drive had been so ever the danger was greatest, there he was pleasant. Such pretty things had been to be found; in one engagement be resaid, both of her sister and her lover. ceived a deep sword-cut in the thigh, was Mr. Vane had even compared the latter's dashed from his horse, and left on the style to that of Kingsley, and expressed a field for dead. He was discovered in wish to know him; and it had been so such sorry plight, by a poor Indian, who delightful to hear that old town on the carried him to his hút, and nursed him till Adriatic, where her earliest years were he was able to be removed to Charlespassed, spoken of with the interest of town. This negro, who became strongly intimacy. She wanted to share her attached to the young man he had be. pleasure with Lion and Jenny, to tell | friended, refused to leave him, and we

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