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down?" said the old lady. “ It's the right sort, you are. If I could find any anniversary of your father's death.” girl, now, like what you were then, see if

“ It's always the anniversary of some- I wouldn't try to get her for a wife.” body's death,” her grandson said, impa- “Oh yes !” said the old lady, vastly tiently ficking at a standard rose with his pleased, and smiling a little ; "there were riding-switch, "and its notbing but snivel, two or three of your opinion at one time, snivel from morning till night, and the Harry. Many a time I feared they would droning of the organ in the chapel, and be the death of each other. And I never the burning of incense all about the place, could have made up my mind, I do be. and everybody and everything dressed in lieve, if your grandfather hadn't come in black, and the whole house haunted by among them to settle the question. It parsons. The parsons about the neigh- was all over with me then. It's the way bourhood ain't enough, — they must of you Trelyons ; you never give a poor come from all parts of the country, and girl a chance. It isn't ask and have, – you run against 'em in the hall, and you it's come and take ; and so a girl beknock them over when you're riding out comes a Trelyon before she knows where at the gate, and just when you expect to she is. Dear, dear, what a fine man get a pheasant or two at the place you your grandfather was, to be sure ; and know, out jumps a brace of parsons that such a pleasant, frank, good-natured way have been picking brambles.

as he had with him! Nobody could say “ Harry, Harry, where do you expect to No twice to him. The girls were all go to, if you hate the parsons so?” the wild about him ; and the story there was old lady said ; but there was scarcely about our marriage! Yes, indeed, I was that earnestness of reproof in her tone mad about him too, only that he was just that ought to have been there. “And as mad about me ; and that night of the yet it's the way of all you Trelyons. Did ball, when my father was angry because I ever tell you how your grandfather I would not dance, and when all the hunted poor" Mr. Pascoe that winter young men could not understand it, for night? Dear, dear, what a jealous man how did they know that your grandfather your grandfather was at that time, to be was out in the garden, and asking nothsure! And when I told him that John ing less than that I should run away with Pascoe had been carrying stories to my him there and then to Gretna? Why, father, and how that he (your grandfather) the men of that time had some spirit, lad, was to be forbidden the house, dear me, and the girls, too, I can tell you; and I what a passion he was in ! He wouldn't couldn't say No to him, and away we come near the house after that; but one went just before daylight, and I in my night, as Mr. Pascoe was walking home, ball-dress, sure enough, and we never your grandfather rode after him, and stopped till we got to Exeter. And then overtook him, and called out, “Look the fight for fresh horses, and off again ; here, sir ! you have been telling lies and your grandfather had such a way about me. I respect your cloth and I with him, Harry, that the silliest of girls won't lay a hand on you; but, by the would have plucked up her spirits! And Lord, I will hunt you till there isn't a rag oh! the money he scattered to get the on your back !' And sure enough he best of the horses at the posting-houses ; did; and when poor Mr. Pascoe under- for, of course, we knew that my father stood what he meant he was nearly out of was close after us, and if he overtook his wits, and off he went over the fields, us, then a convent in France for me, and over the wails across the ditches, and good-bye to George Trelyon " with your grandfather after him, driving “Well, grandmother, don't stop!” his horse at him when he stopped, and cried the lad before her: he had heard only shouting with laughter in answer to the story a hundred times, but he could his cries and prayers. Dear, dear, what have heard it another hundred times, a to-do there was all over the county merely to see the light that lit up the side after that! and your grandfather beautiful old face. durstn't come near the house, or he was “ We didn't stop, you booby !" she too proud to come ; but we got married said, mistaking his remark; “stopping for all that – oh, yes ! we got married for wasn't for George Trelyon. And oh! all that."

that morning as we drove into Carlisle, The old lady laughed in her quiet way, and we looked back, and there, sure

* You were too good for a parson, enough, was my father's carriage a long grandmother, I'll be bound,” said Master way off. Your grandfather swore, Harry Harry Trelyon. “You are one of the '- yes, he did ; and well it might make a


man swear. For our horses were dead into a roar of laughter, and came forward beat, and before we should have time to and shook him by the hand; and all that change, my father would be up to claim he would say then, or at any other time me. But there! it was the luckiest to the day of his death, was only this thing that ever happened to me, for who • By Jupiter, sir, that was a devilish good could have expected to find old Lady pair that took you straight on end to MacGorman at the door of the hotel, just Exeter !'getting into her carriage, and when she “I scarcely remember my grandsaw me she stared, and I was in such a father,” the boy said ; “but he couldn't fright I couldn't speak, and she callcd have been a handsomer man than my out, “Good heavens, child, why did you father, nor a better man either.” run away in your ball-dress? And who's “I don't say that,” the old lady obthe man?' His name, madam,' said I, served, candidly. “ Your father was just ‘is George Trelyon. For by this time such another. Like father, like son,' he was in the yard, raging about horses. they used to say when he was a boy. 'A nephew of the Admiral, isn't he?' But then, you see, your father would go she says, and I told her he was ; and and choose a wife for himself in spite of then quick as lightning what does she do everybody, just like all you Trelyons, but whip round into the yard, get hold of, and so ' your grandfather, my dear, and bundle But she remembered, and checked herboth of us into her own carriage! Harry, self. She began to tell the lad in how my father's carriage was at the end of the far he resembled his grandfather in apstreet, as I am a living woman. And pearance, and he accepted these descripjust as we drove off, we heard that dear, tions of his features and figure in a heedgood, kind old creature call out to the less manner, as of one who had grown people around, Five guineas apiece to too familiar with the fact of his being you if you keep back the old gentleman's handsome to care about it. Had not carriage for an hour !' and such a laugh- every one paid him compliments, more or ing as your grandfather had as we drove less indirect, from his cradle upwards ? down the streets, and over the bridge, He was, indeed, all that the old lady and up the hill, and out the level lanes. would have desired to see in a Trelyon Dear, dear, I can see the country now. - tall, square-shouldered, clean-limbed, I can remember every hedge, and the two with dark grey eyes set under black eyerivers we crossed, and the hills up in the lashes, a somewhat aquiline nose, proud north, and all the time your grandfather and well-cut lips, a handsome forehead, kept up the laugh, for he saw I was and a complexion which might have frightened. And there we were wedded, been pale, but for its having been sure enough, and all in good time, for bronzed by constant exposure to sun Lady MacGorman's guineas had saved and weather. There was something very us, so that we were actually driving back | winning about his face, when he chose again when we saw my father's carriage to be winning; and, when he laughed, coming along the road — at no great the laughter, being quite honest and carespeed to be sure, for one of the horses less and musical, was delightful to hear. was lame, and the other had cast a shoe With these personal advantages, joined

- all the result of that good old crea- to a fairly quick intelligence and a ready ture's money. And then I said to your sympathy, Master Harry Trelyon ought grandfather, 'What shall we do, George?' to have been a universal favourite. So We shall have to stand and deliver, far from that being the case, a section of Sue !' says he ; and with that he had the the persons whom he met, and whom he horses pulled up, and we got out. And shocked by his rudeness, quickly diswhen my father came up he got out, too, missed him as an irreclaimable cub; anand George took me by the hand — there other section, with whom he was on was no more laughing now, I can tell better terms, considered him a badyou, for it was but natural I should cry a tempered lad, shook their heads in a hubit — and he took off his hat, and led me morous fashion over his mother's trials, forward to my father. I don't know what and were inclined to keep out of his way he said, I was in such a fright; but I while the best of his friends endeavoured know that my father looked at him for to throw the blame of his faults on his a minute - and George was standing bringing up, and maintained that he had rather abashed, perhaps, but then so many good qualities if only they had been handsome he looked, and so good-properly developed. The only thing cernatured ! — and then my father burst'tain about these various criticisms was

that they did not concern very much the ways of catching birds, as if you were a subject of them.

cat or a sparrowhawk ?" “And if I am like my grandfather,” he He only ficked at the rose, and said, good-naturedly, to the old lady, who laughed ; lecturing had but little effect was seated in a garden-chair, “why don't on him. you get me a wife such as he had ?” I “Do you think a girl would come to a

16 You ? A wife ? " she repeated, in-house like this,- one half of it filled with dignantly, remembering that, after all, to dogs, and birds, and squirrels, and what praise the good looks and excuse the hot-not, the other furnished like a chapel in a headedness of the Trelyons was not pre- cemetery? A combination of a church cisely the teaching this young man need- and a menagerie, that's what I call it.” ed. " You take a wife ? Why, what girl! “Grandmother,” he said, “these parwould have you? You are a mere booby. sons have been stuffing your head full of You can scarcely write your name. nonsense about me.” George Trelyon was a gentleman, sir.i “Have they ? " said the old lady sharpHe could converse in six languages — " ly, and eyeing him keenly. “Are you

“ And swear considerably in one, I've sure it is all nonsense ? You talk of heard,” the lad said, with an impertinent marrying, and you know that no girl of laugh.

your own station in life would look at "You take a wife ? I believe the you. What about that public-house in stable-boys are better educated than you the village, and the two girls there, and are in manners, as well as in learning. your constant visits ?” All you are fit for is to become a horse-> He turned round with a quick look of breaker to a cavalry regiment, or a game- anger in his face. keeper ; and I do believe it is that old “Who told you such infamous stories ? wretch, Pentecost Luke, who has ruined I suppose one of the cringing, sneaking, you. Oh! I heard how Master Harry white-livered Bah ! used to defy his governess, and would He switched the head off the rose, and say nothing to her for days together, but strode away, saying as he went —

“Grandmother, you mustn't stay here As I was going to St. Ives,

long. The air of the place affects even I met fifty old wives.

you. Another week of it, and you'll be

as mean as the rest of them." Then, old Luke had to be brought in, But he was in a very bad temper, deand Luke's cure for stubbornness was to spite his careless gait. There was a scowl give the brat a gun and teach him to on the handsome and boyish face that shoot starlings. Oh ! I know the whole was not pleasant to see. He walked story, my son, though I wasn't in Corn-round to the stables, kicked about the wall at the time. And then Master Har-yard while his horse was being saddled, ry must be sent to school; but two days and then rode out of the grounds, and afterwards Master Harry is discovered along the highway, until he went clatterat the edge of a wood, coolly seated with ing down the steep and stony main street a gun in his hand, waiting for his ferrets of Eglosilyan. to drive out the rabbits. Then Master! The children knew well this black Harry is furnished with a private tutor; horse : they had a superstitious fear of but a parcel of gunpowder is found be- him, and they used to scurry into the low the gentleman's chair, with the heads cottages when his wild rider, who seldom of several lucifer matches lying about. tightened rein, rode down the precipiSo Master Harry is allowed to have his tous thoroughfare. But just at this moown way; and his master and preceptor ment, when young Trelyon was paying is a lying old gamekeeper, and Master little heed as to where he was going, a Harry can't read a page out of a book, small, white-haired bundle of humanity but he can snare birds, and stuff fish, i came running out of a doorway, and and catch butterflies, and go cliff-hunt- stumbled and fell right in the way of the ing on a horse that is bound to break his horse. The lad was a good rider, but all neck some day. Why, sir, what do you the pulling up in the world could not prethink a girl would have to say to you if vent the forefeet of the horse, as they you married her? She would expect you were shot out into the stones, from rollto take her into society ; she would ex-ling over that round bundle of clothes. pect you to be agreeable in your manners, Trelyon leapt to the ground, and caught and be able to talk to people. Do you up the child, who stared at him with big, think she would care about your cunning 'blue, frightened eyes.

“ It's you, young Pentecost, is it?, she put on her light shawl and her hat, And what the dickens do you mean by and went out into the fresh air. She was trying to knock over my horse, eh?” now standing in the main street of

The small boy was terrified, but quite Eglosilyan ; and there were houses right obviously not hurt a bit ; and his captor, | down below her, and houses far above leading the horse with one hand and af- her, but a stranger would have been puzfixing the bridle to the door, carried him zled to say where this odd little village into the cottage.

began and ended. For it was built in a "Well, Mother Luke," said young straggling fashion on the sides of two Trelyon, “ I know you've got too many | little ravines ; and the small stone cotchildren, but do you expect that I'm go-tages were so curiously scattered among ing to put them out of the way for you?" the trees, and the plots of garden were

She uttered a little scream, and caught so curiously banked up with the walls at the boy.

that were smothered in wild-flowers, that “Oh ! there's no harm done ; but I you could only decide which was the suppose I must give him a couple of sovo main thoroughfare by the presence there ereigns because he nearly frightened me of two greystone chapels - one the Wesout of my wits. Poor little kid ! it's hard leyans' Ebenezer, the other the Bible on him that you should have given him Christians'. The churches were far such a name. I suppose you thought it away on the uplands, where they were was Cornish because it begins with Pen.seen like towers along the bleak cliffs by

“ You knaw 'twere his vather's name, the passing sailors. But perhaps EgloMaäster Harry,” said Mrs. Luke, smiling silyan proper ought to be considered as as she saw that the child's chubby fin- lying down in the hollow, where the two gers were being closed over two bright ravines converged. For here was the gold pieces.

chief inn; and here was the over-shot Just at that moment, Master Harry, four-mill; and here was the strange little his eyes having got accustomed to the harbour, tortuous, narrow, and deep into twilight of the kitchen, perceived that which one or two heavy coasters came among the little crowd of children, at the for slate, bringing with them timber and fireside end, a young lady was sitting. coal. Eglosilyan is certainly a pictuShe was an insignificant little person resque place; but one's difficulty is to get with dark eyes ; she had a slate in her anything like a proper view of it. The hand; the children were round her in a black and mighty cliffs at the mouth of circle.

the harbour, where the Atlantic seethes “Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss Wen- and boils in the calmest weather, the na !” the young man said, removing his beautiful blue-green water under the hat quickly, and blushing all over his rocks and along the stone quays, the handsome face. “I did not see you in quaint bridge, and the mill, are pleasant the dark. Is your father at the inn? - to look at; but where is Eglosilyan ? I was going to see him. I hope I haven't | Then if you go up one of the ravines, frightened you?

and get among the old houses, with their ** Yes, my father has come back from tree-fuchsias, and hydrangeas, and mari. Plymouth,' said the young lady, quietly, golds, and lumps of white quartz in the and without rising. “And I think you quaint little gardens, you find yourself might be a little more careful in riding | looking down the chimneys of one porthrough the village, Mr. Treylon.”

tion of Eglosilyan, and looking up to the “Good-morning," he said. “ Take doorsteps of another — everywhere a better care of Master Pentecost, Mother confusion of hewn rock, and natural terLuke.” And with that he went out, and / race, and stone walls, and bushes, and got into the saddle again, and set off to hart's-tongue fern. Some thought that the ride down to the inn, not quite so reck- “Trelyon Arms” should be considered lessly as heretofore.

the natural centre of Eglosilyan ; but you

could not see half-a-dozen houses from CHAPTER II.

any of its windows. Others would have JIM CROW.

given the post of honour to the National

School, which had been there since 1843 ; WHEN Miss Wenna, or Morwenna, as but it was up in a by-street, and could her mother in a freak of romanticism had only be approached by a flight of steps called her, had finished her teaching, and cut in the slate wall that banked up the had inspected some fashioning of gar- garden in front of it. Others, for reasons ments in which Mrs. Luke was engaged, which need not be mentioned, held that the most important part of Eglosilyan; she heard him announcing his arrival to was the Napoleon Hotel – a humble lit- the people of Eglosilyan by playing, in a tle pot-house, frequented by the workers very elaborate manner, “Love's young in the slate quarries, who came there to Dream." discuss the affairs of the nation and hear | The solitary young person who was the news. Anyhow, Eglosilyan was a taking her morning walk now left this green, bright, rugged, and picturesque rugged road, and found herself on the little place, oftentimes wet with the west- bleak and high uplands of the coast. ern rains, and at all times fresh and Over there was the sea — a fair summer sweet with the moist breezes from the sea; and down into the south-west Atlantic.

stretched a tall line of cliff, black, preMiss Wenna went neither down the cipitous, and jagged, around the base of street nor up the street, but took a rough which even this blue sea was churned and narrow little path leading by some of into seething masses of white. Close by the cottages to the cliffs overlooking the was a church ; and the very gravestones sea. There was a sound of music in the were propped up, so that they should air; and by-and-by she came in sight of withstand the force of the gales that an elderly man, who, standing in an odd sweep over those windy heights. little donkey-cart, and holding the reins / She went across the uplands, and in one hand, held with the other a corno. passed down to a narrow neck of rock, pean, which he played with great skill. which connected with the mainland a No one in Eglosilyan could tell precisely huge projecting promontory, on the sumwhether Michael Jago had been bugler mit of which was a square and stronglyto some regiment, or had acquired his built tower. On both sides of this ledge knowledge of the cornopean in a travel- of rock the sea from below passed into ling show; but everybody liked to hear narrow channels, and roared into gigantic the cheerful sound, and came out by the caves ; but when once you had ascended cottage-door to welcome him, as he went again to the summit of the tall projecting from village to village with his cart, cliff, the distance softened the sound into whether they wanted to buy suet or not. a low continuous murmur, and the moAnd now, as Miss Wenna saw him ap-tion of the waves beneath you was only proach, he was playing “ The Girl I left visible in the presence of that white foam behind me ;” and as there was no one where the black cliffs met the blue sea. about to listen to him, the pathos of cer- She went out pretty nearly to the verge tain parts, and the florid and skilful exe- of the cliff, where the close, short, windcution of others, showed that Mr. Jago swept sea-grass gave way to immense had a true love for music, and did not and ragged masses of rock, descending merely use it to advertise his wares. sheer into the waves below; and here

“Good-morning to you, Mr. Jago," said she sat down, and took out a book, and Miss Wenna, as he came up.

began to read. But her thoughts were “ Marnin', Miss Rosewarne,” he said, busier than her eyes. Her attention taking down his cornopean.

would stray away from the page before “ This is a narrow road for your cart.” her — to the empty blue sea, where

“'Tain't a very good way ; but, bless scarcely a sail was to be seen, and to the you, me and my donkey we're used to far headlands lying under the white of any zart of a road. I dü believe we could the summer sky. One of these headlands go down to the bache, down the face of was Tintagel; and close by were the Black Cliff.”

ruins of the great castle, where Uther “Mr. Jago, I want to say something to Pendragon kept his state, where the mysyou. If you are dealing with old Mother tic Arthur was born, where the brave Sir Keam to-day, you'll give her a good extra Tristram went to see his true love, La bit, won't you? And so with Mrs. Ges- Belle Isoulde. All that world had vanwetherick, for she has had no letter from ished, and gone into silence; could anyher son now for three months. And this thing be more mute and still than those will pay you, and you'll say nothing about | bare uplands out at the end of the world, it, you know."

these voiceless cliffs, and the empty circle She put the coin in his hand – it was of the sea ? The sun was hot on the an arrangement of old standing between rocks beneath her, where the pink quartz the two.

lay encrusted among the slate ; but there “ Well, yü be a good young lady ; yaas, was scarcely the hum of an insect to yü be," he said, as he drove on; and then I break the stillness, and the only sign of

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