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he has been with her a week; and I There was, too, the hush of eve-the shouldn't wonder if the cravats and hush of all save sweet sounds—russnuff-box mightn't be had a bargain tlings, murmurings, wavings of air, by that time.

leaf, and water. The shadow of the “Youth to youth, John, is good old oak fell on us, and the moving of poetryį but youth to youth some- its thick foliage fanned us with a times brings heart to 'heart; and gentle freshness. I had been reading 'twould be well for us to look at the a poem to Rose-a tuneful tender realities of the companionship ere it lay of love-and like the lady of the go farther. You may have views for lay, the guileless Genevieve, your son-hopes and wishes which lead in a different direction; and I

“She listened with a flitting flush,

With downcast eyes and modest grace ;" I could not bear that the shades of a crossed fancy or blighted love should and if “the impulses of soul and dim the light of my hearth.”

sense thrilled then, and hopes and "Honestly said, "Roger ; said like fears that kindle hope;" and "if, like a man, But don't fret about that, or the murmur of a dream, she breathed have any misgivings. The Dame and a name," it was not for me the imI have talked it over often and often. pulses thrilled, nor my name that the Rose is already a daughter in heart, spirit of the poem drew from her and we shall gladly receive her as heart. one under the old rouf, if so God What looks she dared—what wishplease. But we must let things take es she breathed—were Gerald's-his, their own way.

We often balk not mine. Even the musio and the young hearts by trying to help and doleful tale” were soon forgotten in hurry them. This idea has been with his sportive sallies and laughing talk. us for years. Gentle blood, gentle Then the Squire called on her to chalnurture, is all we care for or ask. lenge the nightingale by a song : a They must live on the old acres, as simple sweet song it was, trilled others have lived before. If Rose forth with the soft voice, without art can redeem the remnant of the old or effort-natural and gushing as a mortgage on Penhaddoc, so much the throstle's note. The melody still better; otherwise the old land must swells and swells on my heart. She bear the burden."

was a poem-music-a picture-all Could Trevenna's face have been that spoke of beauty or gladness, to seen then, it would have shown a me and my thoughts. bright happy light, as though it were The nature had grown with the catching and reflecting the dawn of form-gentle, loving, sunny, pure, a rising future.

and joyous. The natures around“ 'Tis too pleasant a thought, John the Squire's healthy true-hearted-too pleasant, too perfect, to realise ness; the gentle, genial ladyhood of at once. It must be left, as you say, his dame; the earnest, deep feeling of to time, and the course of their own the father; the calm, enduring love hearts. God grant the issue may be of the mother; the joyous, free spirit such as we both desire. Meantime, of Gerald—had all fanned, and fosthe hope will be a bright star tó tered, and nurtured hers, as the air follow."

and the sunshine, the dews and the A warm grip of the hand, a look rain, nourish and cherish the flower such as true men give each other, and and tree. Even the grotesqueness they passed forth, to hover round and comicality of Quamino, ever seen, those who were knit to them now by ever before her, had instilled a love a new hope-a new interest-a new of drollery, which showed itself ever future.

and anon, softened in flashes of fun The evening light was waning into and wit. And mine? my nature ; did that soft dimness in which outlines it cast no shadow ? act no ministerbecome confused, colours lost, and ing part? Yes, yes. Again and again, only a few bright spots of sward, or in the sense of beauty, in the touches water, or upland, shine out from the of poesy bright and transient, in midst of masses of shadow, or the the imaginative thought, rare yet shapes of waving, flowing shades. beautiful, I saw myself and my mis

sion. For this I had toiled and under the portico, where the light thought; had studied the face of from the drawing-room shone upon nature like a book ; had culled from us, and little salvers with cake and poet, from fiction, and history, that I wine were being handed round, when might cast and spread around and suddenly Quamino appeared, with a about her the loveliest, brightest, scared air and that ashy look which truest, purest things which were writ fear or fright imprints on the negro in the pages of creation, which had skin. been uttered by the heart or mind “Ah !" said Gerald, “Quamino of man; and they were drunk in, has seen the ghost in the Lady's and inspired, and re-issued in the Meadow again. pure tones and pure breathings of a Our first impulse was to laugh at maiden spirit. I had sown, that an- this; but another look at the man's other inight reap. Ingrate thought! face checked all merriment. There Didst thou reap nought ? Did heart was a serious message on it. Movever thus feed heart without enrich- ing up to his master's side, he whising itself? Did not the thoughts and pered in his ear; yet the whisper, low truths thus gathered and given, throw though it was, vibrated and thrilled back and reflect their purity on the among us. “Massa, John's son is giver? Did they not often after, in the come, saar-your nephew, saar; him hour of trial and temptations, arise waiting at home, saar.” with guardian power ? Did they not, To those most nearly concer

cerned, in many an hour of sadness and Gerald and Rose, it was but an unloneliness, shed a brightness on the toward circumstance, this arrival, hearth, and clothe the spirit with which might interrupt and break the strength ? Yes; the giver ever re- pleasant meetings. To those who ceives some guerdon in return. It knew its meaning, it bore a dark is the law of being and the will of God. boding, a shadow of coming evil, and

shot with a lurid light through the The evening was deepening into bright unclouded sky, in which many night, and all knew that the parting a happy heart that night had seen å hour was

We had retired future.



The evening, so pleasant and so man with the crisp curly hair, and delightful in Penhaddoc Park, was a made no exception at the rather hot and dusty one to the inhabitants thick lips and full fleshy skin, but of the half village, half town of Dun- smiled and curtsied her welcome, brook. They sat in their back par- and summoned Boots to take the lours or courts, trying to catch a gentleman's portmanteau to No. 2, little air from the garden or opening about the extent of the Queen's beyond, and were not to be attracted Head accommodation. "No," said even by the sound of the guard's horn the stranger, with a drawl half announcing the arrival of the mail. Yankee, half West Indian ; " I don't Up the street it rattled nevertheless, want a room. I'm going to Mister and there was the usual apparition of Trevenna's; he lives hereabout, I Boots, the usual uncoiling of ostler believe." The barmaid backed out, and stable-boys, the usual dismount- and the Boots scraped in-for sixing of coachman and guard to com- pence was sixpence to him, wherever pare way-bills and stretch their legs, he carried the portmanteau. a programme familiar enow in those Very smart and very grand was days, but which will be to the next that stranger. Of the extremest generation strange and curious as the fashion and newest cut were his unrolling of a mummy, or the de- clothes. Brummel would have sneerscription of Olympic games. One ed at his brooches, and rings, and passenger only descended. The bar- cane, yet they were only a little, a maid of the Queen's Head rather ap- very little, exaggeration of his own, proved of the dark handsome gentle so narrow is the boundary betwixt fashion and vulgarity, taste and come. At that moment the stranger pretension. Onwards strutted the turned the corner, and, playfully apstranger, on through the street, and pealing to the sensitiveness of Quaup by the churchyard. Here at the mino's shins with his whip, shouted wall Quamino was having an evening out, “Hallo, nigger ! is this you? gossip with his friend the sexton. you're jist the man I want. Where's

“So, Massa Will, you see de ole your master-where's Mister TreCaenzou vault open at last : me tink venna ?". him neber going home-him berry The black fell back against the ole."

wall, his limbs rigid, his eyes star"Yees; I have put he into his ing, and his mouth agape. Another winter quarters : he was the last touch of the whip made him start. of his breed ; and 'twas pretty near “ Come, you fellow, is this the time too, for there wasn't much more way you treat your master's nephew? room. I've see'd every vault now, Show me the house, nigger.” 'cept the Grenfells', and they tell Yes, saar; yes, young Massa me that's an uncommon fine roomy John ; dis way, saar- here him is," place, all paved and floored quite gasped out Quamino as he led the grand. The old Squire was buried way, looking back furtively over his afore my time.”

shoulder, ever and anon, as though “Me hope you neber see him, he hoped the dread apparition might Massa Will

. Phaps you see wed- vanish, and turn out a delusion. The ding first. Dat more better than gate closed on them, and presently burying. More beer, more beef, more Quamino again issued forth, to carry dance, more guinea, den.” And he the unwelcome tidings to the party grinned and chuckled at the thought at Penhaddoc. of the feasting and merriment to


The breakfast at Trevenna's next which even then might be lowering morning was not a cheerful one. over the light on his hearth. All were embarrassed and uneasy The Squire's advice on a former save the nephew, who was quite at trial was still potent, and he girded home, criticising the place, suggesting up his heart to meet the evil, to test his own plans and improvement, its reality, and then to encounter it talking of his own doings, and bring- as he best might. The first point ing deep blushes and frowning shades was to ascertain whether that fatal on Rose's face by coarse praises of foolish compact, made and attested her beauty. The father was scanning in former days, was in existence; his features eagerly and anxiously. whether it would be enforced, and There was a likeness of the brother whether his nephew's coming had of his youth, but it was the likeness any connection with it. It was a of the worst times : there was a trace point on which his fate turned-a of the same beauty, but it was coarser, question which tried his strength more sensual ; the creole blood, too, to the uttermost. That compact-showed itself in the dark, almost those damning clauses, how should tawny complexion, in the stiff curls he meet them? Evade them? No. of the dark hair, and the fulness of His honour recognised their validity; the lips ; and there was a lurking binding were they by conscience, if expression of cunning and of strong not by law. The full penalty should passion which gave little promise be paid. Rose sacrificed ? No, no, of character. Trevenna's spirit God forbid, God forbid, his soul cried sank at the survey-sank at the in its wrestlings; that can be averted. thought how much of his fate might The wealth shall go--the wealth, the be in this man's hands; and he lands which were toiled for, coveted, shuddered as he looked on Rose, and let them go. We can be poor again, saw in dread the dark heavy cloud poor as when life began; but still there may be—there will be-light Rose shrunk back almost in horror on the hearth ; and then the thought at a grossness of feeling so strange of the last night's talk, of the visions and revolting to her, and then, rethen raised, came across him ; how covering herself a little, saidwere they to be realised ? Might not “Old Domingo did us much serthe blight of a faded heart still fall vice; he was always devoted to me; on his child ?

and 'twas he, too, who pointed out There were moments of agony in where my poor brother Jay in the which these thoughts and questions river; he never recovered himself, came whelming on his mind. It was after being carried away by that tera sore, stern trial, but his soul rose rible flood, and was very much broken to meet it, strong and calm. from that time, and grew older and

When the meal was ended, Tre- feebler very fast, until one day, after venna proposed that his nephew licking my face as usual, he lay down should walk over the grounds with at my feet, and I felt his weight him, and tell him all about himself, grow very heavy, and called Quaand his belongings, and the old pro- mino : when he came to lift him up, perty.

the poor old fellow was quite dead. "Time enough for that, uncle," “Why, surely that isn't a tear in said he in reply. "I think I would your eye, cousin Rose ? You can't be rather have a stroll with my pretty crying for a dog? Well, if that ain't cousin Rose here. It is time that we about the queerest thing ever I should get a little acquainted. Why, saw.” she scarcely knew my name, or that “Ah-him, bery good ole fellow, there was such a fellow in the world. Domingo,” chimed in Quamino, who Did you, Rose ?”

had now joined the group ; "not bery Trevenna, with a sigh of reluctance, social phaps, but berry fond of assented. The delay of a resolve is Missey Rose. Me feel quite lonely ever bitter to strong hearts. Rose when he's gone.” and her cousin went forth into the "I wonder, Rose," said her cousin, garden together, and made the tour as they sauntered on down the path of her flower-beds and small green- toward the gate,“ that you allow that house. These interested him little, nigger to be so familiar; those feland her pure spirit was ever and lows ought to be kept well under.” again repelled by some coarse thought “ What, Quamino! who has nursed or familiarity of admiration.

and tended me ever since I was born ? "Hallo," he said, as they came Dear old Quamino," said Rose, with back to the old hawthorn, pointing a laugh. “You would not have me to a mound of turf underneath its treat him like a servant." boughs, "you've been making a “Well, I know that if I had him churchyard of your lawn, cousin. with me, I'd cowhide the impudence What have you buried here?". out of him. There's nothing like

Ah," answered Rose, “that's cowhiding for those scoundrels.” poor old Domingo's grave. It was And as he spoke there grew a savage the spot he always loved to lie on scowl on his face that made Rose latterly, and so we buried him tremble. here."

"Well," he rejoined after a pause, “And who the deuce was Domin- so that chap is gone. A good go, cousin ?”

thing, too-good riddance I should “Oh, the old dog, the faithful old think; the best thing that could bloodhound, that papa brought home happen." with him ; he was a true old ser- "Let us come on and see his yant, and we all missed him when grave,” answered Rose, choking her he died."

indignation. “He it is in the sun“Yes, I recollect now something niest corner of the old churchyard." about him. Wasn't that the dog There it stood, in the full heat of that saved uncle's life when that the sunshine, a plain grave, with a chap of his made the stab at his plain slab at the head bearing the throat ?"

few words :

SACRED TO THE MEMORY Rose, who, as it appeared to me, were

left, by some preconcerted arrangeSON OF ROGER TREVESNA, ment, alone under the old hawthorn. "FOUND DROWNED."

The Squire looked back on them as

we entered, and giving me a poke in PEACE TO HIS SOUL.

the ribs, said—“All right; we shall Rose looked sad, as she always did give that fellow the cross-buttock when she came there, and the cousin yet.” muttered between his teeth, “ He's And he chuckled long and loudly well out of the way, at any rate.” at the success of his diplomacy. Par

Old Beelzebub stood at the gate as don me, oh august body of diplomats ! they went out, grinning sardonically, Chuckle-did I say chuckle in conand making an obeisance to Rose, the nection with diplomacy? Pardon humility of which perhaps might be again, most grave and reverent seiattributed to the fact of his having gnors—a half-smile, a rise of the seen a cask of cider just carried into eyebrows is, we know, the greatest Trevenna's house.

demonstration that could ever be al“Thank you, Will; thank you- lowed in that august science. But this is my cousin from the West In- the Squire's diplomacy was of the dies."

rudest kind. What could be ex"He may be yer cousin in blood, pected of a man who felt ? but he ben't your cousin in beauty," And Gerald and Rose were alone growled the old fellow as he shut the under the hawthorn tree — alone gate ; and then went away muttering, with the rich and balmy eve," alone I don't like the looks of that chap." with their own hearts.

In the evening the whole family Happy hour! happy young hearts ! from the Park made a sally on Tre- Love was breathing around themvenna's house ; I had joined them on hope was before them-youth welling the road. There was a look of secret within. There was little need to tell satisfaction on all their faces, which what each had felt and known long I could not understand. The Squire long since. Yet it was sweet to hear was evidently big and bursting with and sweet to tell-sweet from loving some design. Gerald looked radiant lips to give the utterance of pent-up with happy thought, and several treasured hope. Sweet to Rose's ear times slapped me on the back, or was the full, fervid voice of her besmiled in my face with some happy loved ; sweet to his the half-whisimpulse. We found our friends sit- pered, half-spoken murmurs of virgin ting out on the lawn. The introduc- love. The moonlight beamed softly, tion was rather stiff and constrained. the stars shone brightly out, and the The West Indian was abashed at first, breezes swept sweetly and musically and cowered in the presence of gentle through the trees, as the word was breeding Rose was startled and spoken, the troth plighted, which fluttered, Trevenna grave and anx- bound heart to heart for evermore. ious. After a while the conversation Sweet incense must these vows became a little more easy, and the old have wafted to the guardian presences tone was resumed with most of us. which waved and Hoated around, for Rose would give a little shudder now if there be a thing sweet to celestial and then when a vulgar thought natures, it must be the pure true dropped from her cousin, and Gerald's breathings of young love. fist would clench and his eye flash when her name came on his lips ; but The Squire laughed and rubbed his the visit seemed pleasant enough to hands with glee, as he looked on the all, and was evidently pregnant with bright eyes of Gerald and the flushed some purpose to most.

face of Rose, when they rejoined the “Now then," said the Squire, “ we party; and there was more than must be wending homewards, Roger, usual heartiness in the grasp he gave but we will first sit a little, and tres- Trevenna's hand at parting—more pass on you for a biscuit and a little than usual warmth and fondness in wine and water."

the kiss he pressed on Rosa's cheek, In we all went-all save Gerald and and in the “ God bless thee, my

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