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gentle, or respectful, do you think? Is it “Where is Dorcas ?" were his first words. her way?"
She has gone to lie down; she is tired “Sometimes,” replied Brian ; " not very out with the excitement of the day.” often.”
“She is easily excited,” answered Brian. “She told me I was wearying the lady “I am unwilling to intrude upon your with my talk—that I was all talk-and had grief this evening, Mr. Halfday,” Mabel said; better be gone. That I had made the lady “but I was uncertain whether your duties in cry speaking of her father and grandfather, Penton might not take you to the city be-as if a woman could not cry without melt- fore I saw you again.” ing away. She-she actually said," he add- “ Madam, I have no great grief at my ed, trembling with passion, that she would heart,” confessed Brian ; " no sorrow that take me by the shoulders and put me out of weighs me down, so far as Adam Halfday is the room, if I did not go. The like of that concerned." to me! You hear-you hear how I have “Why have you kept away from us all been treated—I, who have been jolted to this time, then ? "asked Mabel half reproachpieces in a carrier's cart coming to see the fully, half curiously. last of Adam !"
"I did not think I should be missed ; I “You must not mind Dorcas,” said Brian have been to my house on the Downs," was kindly, “she says more than she means the reply. when the ill temper is in her—and that is “You left me last night in suspense,” said only like humanity in the lump, Peter. The Mabel, “and before you go away, I wish to lady-Miss Westbrook-is easily fatigued. speak of Dorcas, and of She is recovering from an illness—a severe She stopped as Brian raised his hand. shock to her system-and Dorcas is very “Let us leave business till to-morrow," careful of her."
he said candidly ; “I have not the heart for “So it seems !”
it to-night." “What did the lady say to the books and “You will hasten away to-morrow morn. flowers?” Brian asked carelessly:
ing without listening to my arguments," said “That she was very much obliged to Mr. Mabel. Salmon. They're the words, I think, but “I think not," he replied; “I shall not your hateful sister has almost put them out be pressed for time." of my head," replied Peter, "and that it "I have an idea, Mr. Halfday, that you was very kind of him to think of her.” are postponing this out of consideration for “Ah! yes," said Brian, “but perhaps he me," she said ; " if so, it is a mistaken kind
a could not help that. Good day, Peter. A ness, for I am well and strong to-night.” pleasant journey back to Penton.”
“I may have more news for you to-morThe carrier's cart was in sight, and Brian row.” Halfday turned and marched rapidly away "More news! Not bad news, I trust?” from it, passing into a side lane which led to “I am waiting for a message from Penton, the Downs, up which he ascended to his own and I think the morning will bring it to me," cottage quickly and persistently. Here he he answered, and Mabel was too quick not walked to and fro in a restless, wild-beast to read the evasion in his words. fashion until nightfall, when he locked the “It is bad news,” she exclaimed ; “now, door again and went down to the inn at what has happened to cast me into shadow Datchet Bridge.
again? Is there never lightness or brightAt the inn a message awaited him. Miss ness to come to me in England ?” Westbrook would be glad to see him for a “I do not say bad news,” replied Brian ; few minutes.
" but it concerns the money in Penton Bank, “She should have gone early to rest to- andnight," he said. He went up-stairs, however, “Oh ! the money, the money,” she cried and knocked at the door, and her soft voice scornfully ; “why do you strong, hale men from within bade him enter. He passed think so much of money, or believe its loss into the room, and found Mabel in the chair or gain to be the misery or happiness of life? where he had left her last night. There was I was taught better than that in my American a faint but friendly smile of welcome for him home.” as he entered.
"I hope so," answered Brian.
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PETER SCONE CONSIDERS HIMSELF SLIGHTED.
Mabel had desired to be present, but she was far from strong ; yet the morning's duties had wearied her more than she had
bargained for, and she was content to sit at "HE adjourned inquiry into the death the window of her room and watch the fu
of one Adam Halfday, late brother of neral party pass into the churchyard. the Order of St. Lazarus, took place on the It was a strange funeral in its little way, following morning, and did not occupy and the villagers and their children marvelmuch time, or arouse a great deal of curi- i led at the stern face of the grandson, and osity. Mabel Westbrook gave her evidence wondered why he looked to right and left of calmly, and in a few words related the fact of him so much, as if expectant of an intera large sum of money being due to Adam ruption to the service, or of a mourner who Halfday, and of her special mission from might be present somewhere in the backAmerica to pay it into his hands. He had ground, and whom he was anxious to disdied from excess of joy, and the county
He had not shed one tear over the newspapers
in due time made out their sen- coffin of his grandfather that those who sational paragraphs concerning it, with more watched him could perceive. “A rare hard or less exaggeration of the details.
bit of stone that man is,” more than one Adam Halfday was buried that afternoon worthy soul at Datchet Bridge declared later in the quiet churchyard of Datchet Bridge, in the afternoon. He had more feeling for with Brian and Dorcas for chief mourners. the living than the dead, for when the excit
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able Dorcas, who was sobbing and wailing servant of your grandfather's. I knew him as though she had lost all that had made when he was a young man; I knew him life dear to her, pressed to the grave's verge when he was rich and proud, and hard and with faltering steps, he drew her arm through hateful; and when he was poor and dishis for her support.
agreeable—awfully disagreeable." There was a third mourner in the church- “Do you remember his son—my father?” yard, or at least one man who had craved a I should think I did," was the answer. holiday, and come his score of miles to do He was a weak ninny, was William. A poor honour to the funeral of old Halfday, and wisp of a fellow, whom nobody cared for. the restless eyes of Brian noticed him Nobody missed him, but his wife, when he amongst the crowd. When the funeral was slipped away from Penton one fine mornover this man lingered in the churchyard, ing. watched the process of filling-in the grave,
many years is that ago ?” and being naturally loquacious, told the sex- “In the winter of 18–, some sixteen ton and his man a great deal of Adam's life years since," Peter answered promptly. “I and his own. He was in the middle of his mind the time well, because he came to my narrative, when Brian Halfday, having seen house the night before, and borrowed three his sister to the inn, returned to the grave- pounds five of me. Ah! I had money to side, touched the man's arm, and drew him lend then-those who get rich by Adam's reluctantly away.
death will perhaps remember what Bill “You have had enough of this surely, Halfday owes me.' Peter Scone?” he asked.
They shall do so, Peter," said Brian ; “I always said I would see the last of "one good turn deserves another.” him. I ! promised myself that I would,” re- “Just as one bad turn deserves another," plied Peter, shaking his skeleton's head to added Peter maliciously. and fro, “and I have done it. I left early “That creed is not taught you at St. Lathis morning in Simpson's pigcart on pur- zarus," said Brian. pose to see the end of him.”
“It is taught me by a good many things in “I have to thank you for coming all this this world,” replied Peter Scone, nodding his way,” said Brian.
head slowly and emphatically, “and what He should have been buried in the Hos St. Lazarus teaches me is neither here nor pital,” said Peter Scone, “and I ought to there. The man who vexes, wrongs, or have had my black wand and walked before slights another must expect vexation, wrong him, and the brothers should have followed and slight in his turn—that's what I say, in good order, and all things been straight sir.” and proper. Poor Adam has been cheated “ Then you are too old a man to say it,” out of a fine funeral for a very so-so affair, answered Brian ; “think of it again when mind you, Master Brian.”
you get home, Peter, and are at your “I could not have given him a grand fu- prayers. neral, Peter, had I had the inclination.” * I'll think of it again over a glass of rum
“Hasn't he died rich somehow ? " said and water if you like,” said the old man, the old man querulously. “Hasn't he come with a leer that would have become Silenus into lots of money?”
on his face. “Who told you ? "
“You can have what you please.” “The people about here."
“ Thank you, Master Brian. It has been “No one else ?"
a dry sort of funeral ; not that I have a right “ No one else."
to complain,” he added, coming to a full “ You have not heard anything of this stop to express his final opinions on the before to-day, or before your arrival here?” subject, “ for I was not asked to follow asked Brian, still doubtfully.
Adam. No one asked me—nobody thought “No. Who was to tell me anything of me-not even Dorcas, who has often hidabout it?"
den in my room out of the way of Adam and “ You will know in time."
his crutch, which he did throw about a good “You might have called and told me deal in his tantrums-not
even Dorcas yourself, Master Brian," said Peter, in the Halfday.” same aggrieved tone of voice. “I was an old " There has been trouble here, Peter ; we
have hardly had time to think of any- slights when a man's grown too weak to bear thing."
it-that's what long life is." “I dare say—I dare say,” said Peter half He drank his rum and water after proincredulously, “it is not worth speaking pounding this new theory, and said, about, any more than I am worth thinking "I'll be going back by the carrier, like a about. I am an old man, and past my time mouldy parcel
, in half an hour or so. And altogether. Why should anybody trouble talking of parcels, I'll take mine, Mrs. Benhimself concerning me?”
nett, if you'll be good enough to give it me, “Come, Peter, you must not make a and the flowers too." grievance of this,” said Brian heartily ; "it “Here they are," said the landlady, passdid not strike me that you or any of the ing over the bar a large brown-paper parcel, brothers would care to follow my grandfa. neatly fastened together, and a bouquet of ther to his grave, and I did not think that hothouse flowers of considerable proportions. you and he had been particularly good Brian regarded the articles with some defriends even.”
gree of astonishment. “We weren't good friends," answered Pe- “What are you going to do with these ?” ter; "he wouldn't be good friends with he asked, anybody. But as an old servant of his firm “I was told to give them into Miss West-head cashier was I, Master Brian, before brook's hands with Mr. Angelo Salmon's you were born-he respected me as much compliments. They're books for her to as he respected anybody at St. Lazarus. read, and this," holding up the bouquet,
” And that's not saying a great deal,” he was cut this moming from the Master's added, after a moment's further reflection conservatory. It's a beauty, ain't it?” on the subject.
“ It is an odd time for a man to send They had passed from the churchyard flowers," said Brian frowning,
. across the road into the inn by this time, “They are not for you," replied Peter and Peter Scone made straight for the bar, quickly, “I am to give them to Miss Westand gave his order for rum and water to brook. the landlady.
“ The waiter will show you the room. “This gentleman will pay," said Peter ; You will find Dorcas there also,” said “having come into property, he will stand Brian. treat to-day, Mrs. Bennett.
“I shall be glad to shake hands with "Let him have what he likes,” said Brian Dorcas—a fine, high-spirited girl she is. to the landlady.
I always liked her," was Peter's comment “ You'll drink with me?” asked Peter of here ; she wouldn't have been too proud our hero ; "you are not too proud to drink to drink my health, I know," he muttered with me, I hope ?” I
to himself. “I am not in the mood for drinking, “You need not stay too long with Miss Peter."
Westbrook,” said Brian, “she is not well “Feel too much in the stirrups, perhaps?" to-day.”
“I am not elated at my fortune,” said “Oh ! I'll take care," was the querulous Brian; “I am tired and dispirited, in reply; "I won't trouble her too long with my fact.”
society, depend upon it. And yet," he “ Drink's good for that kind of complaint, added, “I could talk to her for hours about I have heard," replied Peter Scone; "you'll old times—her father and her grandfathertake one glass with me, surely ? ”
and all I know about them, couldn't I? “No, I can't drink now," said Brian very | That James Westbrook, when he got rich, firmly.
might have thought of me a bit. I was a " Your good health, then, Mr. Halfday,” faithful servant to an unlucky house, but said Peter, gravely surveying Brian over the nobody ever thinks of me.” rim of his glass of rum and water.
“You'll find Miss Westbrook up-stairs,” " Thank you."
said Brian, moving to the door of the inn, "I was going to say, 'and long life to and, looking anxiously up and down the
I you,' but I can't recommend long life. It's road, finally proceeding at a smart pace, a mistake, and a failure," Peter observed ; and for half a mile, along the highway to
” "it's a heap more of disappointments and Penton.