"Mr. Crosbie is, at any rate, a gentleman, and knows how to make himself pleasant. That was all that I meant. Mamma said a great deal more about him than I did." "Mr. Crosbie is an Apollo; and I always look upon Apollo as the greatest-you know what-that ever lived. I mustn't say the word, because Apollo was a gentleman." and no road up to the church within a hundred yards of the lawn. The steeple of the church, indeed, can be seen from the lawn, peering, as it were, between the yew-trees which stand in the corner of the church-yard adjoining to Mrs. Dale's wall. But none of the Dale family have any objection to the sight of that steeple. The glory of the Small House at Allington certainly consists in its lawn, which is as smooth, as level, and as much like velvet as grass has ever yet been made to look. Lily Dale, taking pride in her own lawn, has declared often that it is no At this moment, while the name of the god was still on her lips, the high open window of the drawing-room was darkened, and Bernard entered, followed by Mr. Crosbic. "Who is talking about Apollo?" said Captain | good attempting to play croquet up at the Great Dale. The girls were both stricken dumb. How would it be with them if Mr. Crosbie had heard himself spoken of in those last words of poor Lily's? This was the rashness of which Bell was ever accusing her sister, and here was the result! But, in truth, Bernard had heard nothing more than the name, and Mr. Crosbie, who had been behind him, had heard nothing. As the squire House. The grass, she says, grows in tufts, and nothing that Hopkins, the gardener, can or will do has any effect upon the tufts. But there are no tufts at the Small House. himself has never been very enthusiastic about croquet, the croquet implements have been moved permanently down to the Small House, and croquet there has become quite an institution. And while I am on the subject of the garden I may also mention Mrs. Dale's conservatory, as to which Bell was strenuously of opinion that the Great House had nothing to offer equal to it "As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair,'" said Mr. Crosbie, not meaning much by the quotation, but perceiving that the two girls had been in some way"For flowers, of course, I mean," she would put out and silenced. "What very bad music it must have made,' ," said Lily; "unless, indeed, his hair was very different from ours." say, correcting herself; for at the Great House there was a grapery very celebrated. On this matter the squire would be less tolerant than as regarded the croquet, and would tell his niece "It was all sunbeams," suggested Bernard. that she knew nothing about flowers. "PerBut by that time Apollo had served his turn,¦haps not, Uncle Christopher," she would say. and the ladies welcomed their guests in the "All the same, I like our geraniums best;" for proper form. there was a spice of obstinacy about Miss Daleas, indeed, there was in all the Dales, male and female, young and old. "Mamma is in the garden," said Bell, with that hypocritical pretense so common with young ladies when young gentlemen call; as though they were aware that mamma was the object specially sought. "Picking pease, with a sun-bonnet on," said Lily. "Let us by all means go and help her," said Mr. Crosbie; and then they issued out into the garden. The gardens of the Great House of Allington and those of the Small House open on to each other. A proper boundary of thick laurel hedge, and wide ditch, and of iron spikes guarding the ditch, there is between them; but over the wide ditch there is a foot-bridge, and at the bridge there is a gate which has no key; and for all purposes of enjoyment the gardens of each house are open to the other. And the gardens of the Small House are very pretty. The Small House itself is so near the road that there is nothing between the dining-room windows and the iron rail but a narrow edge rather than border, and a little path made with round fixed cobble-stones, not above two feet broad, into which no one but the gardener ever makes his way. The distance from the road to the house is not above five or six feet, and the entrance from the gate is shut in by a covered way. But the garden behind the house, on to which the windows from the drawing-room open, is to all the senses as private as though there were no village of Allington, VOL. XXV.-No. 149.-Yr | It may be as well to explain that the care of this lawn and of this conservatory, and indeed of the entire garden belonging to the Small House, was in the hands of Hopkins, the head gardener to the Great House; and it was so simply for this reason, that Mrs. Dale could not afford to keep a gardener herself. A working lad, at ten shillings a week, who cleaned the knives and shoes, and dug the ground, was the only male attendant on the three ladies. But Hopkins, the head gardener of Allington, who had men under him, was as widely awake to the lawn and the conservatory of the humbler establishment as he was to the grapery, peach-walls, and terraces of the grander one. In his eyes it was all one place. The Small House belonged to his master, as indeed did the very furniture within it; and it was lent, not let, to Mrs. Dale. Hopkins, perhaps, did not love Mrs. Dale, seeing that he owed her no duty as one born a Dale. The two young ladies he did love, and also snubbed in a very peremptory way sometimes. To Mrs. Dale he was coldly civil, always referring to the squire if any direction worthy of special notice as concerning the garden was given to him. All this will serve to explain the terms on which Mrs. Dale was living at the Small House a matter needful of explanation sooner or latHer husband had been the youngest of er. "We'll play sides, of course," said Lily. "Bernard and I'll play together." But this was not allowed. Lily was well known to be the queen of the croquet ground; and as Bernard was supposed to be more efficient than his friend, Lily had to take Mr. Crosbie as her partner. "Apollo can't get through the hoops," Lily said afterward to her sister; "but then how gracefully he fails to do it!" Lily, however, had been beaten, and may therefore be excused for a little spite against her partner. But it so turned out that before Mr. Crosbie took his final departure from Allington he could get through the hoops; and Lily, though she was still queen of the croquet ground, had to acknowledge a male sovereign in that dominion. three brothers, and in many respects the bright- sticks were fixed. The mallets and the balls est. Early in life he had gone up to London, were lying about; and then the party was so and there had done well as a land surveyor. He nicely made up! "I haven't had a game of had done so well that Government had employ- croquet yet," said Mr. Crosbie. It can not be ed him, and for some three or four years he had said that he had lost much time, seeing that he enjoyed a large income. But death had come had only arrived before dinner on the preceding suddenly on him, while he was only yet ascend- day. And then the mallets were in their hands ing the ladder; and when he died he had hard- in a moment. ly begun to realize the golden prospects which he had seen before him. This had happened some fifteen years before our story commenced, so that the two girls hardly retained any memory of their father. For the first five years of her widowhood Mrs. Dale, who had never been a favorite of the squire's, lived with her two little girls in such modest way as her very limited means allowed. Old Mrs. Dale, the squire's mother, then occupied the Small House. But when old Mrs. Dale died the squire offered the place rent-free to his sister-in-law, intimating to her that her daughters would obtain considerable social advantages by living at Allington. She had accepted the offer, and the social advantages had certainly followed. Mrs. Dale was poor, her whole income not exceeding three hundred a year, and therefore her own style of living was of necessity very unassuming; but she saw her girls becoming popular in the county, much liked by the families around them, and enjoying nearly all the advantages which would have accrued to them had they been the daughters of Squire Dale, of Allington. Under such circumstances it was little to her whether or no she were loved by her brother-in-law or respected by Hopkins. Her own girls loved her and respected her, and that was pretty much all that she demanded of the world on her own behalf. "That's not the way we played at-," said Crosbie, at one point of the game, and then stopped himself. "Where was that?" said Bernard. "A place I was at last summer-in Shropshire." "Then they don't play the game, Mr. Crosbie, at the place you were at last summer-in Shropshire," said Lily. "You mean Lady Hartletop's," said Bernard. Now the Marchioness of Hartletop was a very great person indeed, and a leader in the fashionable world. "Oh! Lady Hartletop's!" said Lily. "Then I suppose we must give in ;" which little bit of sarcasm was not lost upon Mr. Crosbie, and was put down by him in the tablets of his mind as quite undeserved. He had endeavored to avoid any mention of Lady Hartletop and her croquet ground, and her ladyship's name had been forced upon him. Nevertheless he liked Lily Dale through it all. But he thought that he liked Bell the best, though she said little; for Bell was the beauty of the family. And Uncle Christopher had been very good to the girls in his own obstinate and somewhat ungracious manner. There were two ponies in the stables of the Great House, which they were allowed to ride, and which, unless on occasions, nobody else did ride. I think he might have given the ponies to the girls, but he thought differently. And he contributed to their dresses, sending them home now and again things which he thought necessary, not in the pleasantest way in the world. Money he never gave them, nor did he make them any promises. But they were Dales, and he loved them; and with Christopher Dale to love once was to love always. Bell was his chief favorite, sharing with his nephew had all dined there on the day before, and the Bernard the best warmth of his heart. About these two he had his projects, intending that Bell should be the future mistress of the Great House of Allington; as to which project, however, Miss Dale was as yet in very absolute ig norance. We may now, I think, go back to our four friends as they walked out upon the lawn. They were understood to be on a mission to assist Mrs. Dale in the picking of the pease; but pleasure intervened in the way of business, and the young people, forgetting the labors of their elder, allowed themselves to be carried away by the fascinations of croquet. The iron hoops and the During the game Bernard remembered that they had especially come over to bid the three ladies to dinner at the house on that day. They girls' uncle had now sent directions to them to come again. "I'll go and ask mamma about it," said Bell, who was out first. And then she returned, saying that she and her sister would obey their uncle's behest; but that her mother would prefer to remain at home. "There are the pease to be eaten, you know," said Lily. "Send them up to the Great House," said Bernard. "Hopkins would not allow it," said Lily. "He calls that a mixing of things. Hopkins doesn't like mixings." And then when the game was over, they sauntered about, out of the small garden into the larger one, and through the shrubberies, and out upon the fields, where they | outward, from the crown of her head to the soles found the still lingering remnants of the hay- of her feet, in head, in heart, and in mind, a making. And Lily took a rake, and raked for lady by education and a lady by nature, a lady two minutes; and Mr. Crosbie, making an at- also by birth in spite of that deficiency respecttempt to pitch the hay into the cart, had to pay ing her grandfather, I hereby state as a facthalf a crown for his footing to the hay-makers; meo periculo. And the squire, though he had and Bell sat quiet under a tree, mindful of her no special love for her, had recognized this, and complexion; whereupon Mr. Crosbie, finding in all respects treated her as his equal. the hay-pitching not much to his taste, threw himself under the same tree also, quite after the manner of Apollo, as Lily said to her mother late in the evening. Then Bernard covered Lily with hay, which was a great feat in the jocose way for him; and Lily, in returning the compliment, almost smothered Mr. Crosbie-by accident. "Oh, Lily!" said Bell. "I'm sure I beg your pardon, Mr. Crosbie. It was Bernard's fault. Bernard, I never will come into a hay-field with you again." And so they all became very intimate; while Bell sat quietly under the tree, listening to a word or two now and then as Mr. Crosbie chose to speak them. There is a kind of enjoyment to be had in society in which very few words are necessary. Bell was less vivacious than her sister Lily; and when, an hour after this, she was dressing herself for dinner, she acknowledged that she had passed a pleasant afternoon, though Mr. Crosbie had not said very much. CHAPTER III. THE WIDOW DALE, OF ALLINGTON. But her position was one which required that she should either be very proud or else very humble. She was poor, and yet her daughters moved in a position which belongs, as a rule, to the daughters of rich men only. This they did as nieces of the childless squire of Allington, and as his nieces she felt that they were entitled to accept his countenance and kindness, without loss of self-respect either to her or to them. She would have ill done her duty as a mother to them had she allowed any pride of her own to come between them and such advantage in the world as their uncle might be able to give them. On their behalf she had accepted the loan of the house in which she lived, and the use of many of the appurtenances belonging to her brotherin-law; but on her own account she had accepted nothing. Her marriage with Philip Dale had been disliked by his brother the squire, and the squire, while Philip was still living, had continued to show that his feelings in this respect were not to be overcome. They never had been overcome; and now, though the brother-in-law and sister-in-law had been close neighbors for years, living as one may say almost in the same family, they had never become friends. There had not been a word of quarrel between them They met constantly. The squire had unconsciously come to entertain a profound respect for his brother's widow. The widow had acknowl by the uncle to her daughters. But yet they had never come together as friends. Of her own money matters Mrs. Dale had never spoken a word to the squire. Of his intention respecting the girls the squire had never spoken a word to the mother. And in this way they had lived and were living at Allington. As Mrs. Dale, of the Small House, was not a Dale by birth, there can be no necessity for insisting on the fact that none of the Dale pecul-edged to herself the truth of the affection shown iarities should be sought for in her character. These peculiarities were not, perhaps, very conspicuous in her daughters, who had taken more in that respect from their mother than from their father; but a close observer might recognize the girls as Dales. They were constant, perhaps obstinate, occasionally a little uncharitable in their judgment, and prone to think that there was a great deal in being a Dale, though not prone to say much about it. But they had also a better pride than this, which had come to them as their mother's heritage. The life which Mrs. Dale led was not altogether an easy life—was not devoid of much painful effort on her part. The theory of her life one may say was this-that she should bury herself in order that her daughters might live Mrs. Dale was certainly a proud woman-not well above-ground. And in order to carry out that there was any thing appertaining to herself this theory it was necessary that she should abin which she took a pride. In birth she had stain from all complaint or show of uneasiness been much lower than her husband, seeing that before her girls. Their life above-ground would her grandfather had been almost nobody. Her not be well if they understood that their mother, fortune had been considerable for her rank in in this under-ground life of hers, was enduring life, and on its proceeds she now mainly depend- any sacrifice on their behalf. It was needful ed, but it had not been sufficient to give any that they should think that the picking of pease of the pride of wealth. And she had been a in a sun-bonnet, or long readings by her own beauty; according to my taste, was still very fire-side, and solitary hours spent in thinking, lovely; but certainly at this time of life, she, a were specially to her mind. "Mamma doesn't widow of fifteen years' standing, with two grown-like going out." "I don't think mamma is up daughters, took no pride in her beauty. Nor happy any where out of her own drawing-room." had she any conscious pride in the fact that she I do not say that the girls were taught to say was a lady. That she was a lady, inward and such words, but they were taught to have thoughts which led to such words, and in the early days of their going out into the world used so to speak of their mother. But a time came to them before long-to one first and then to the other—in which they knew that it was not so, and knew also all that their mother had suffered for their sakes. And in truth Mrs. Dale could have been as young in heart as they were. She, too, could have played croquet, and have coquetted with a haymaker's rake, and have delighted in her pony, ay, and have listened to little nothings from this and that Apollo, had she thought that things had been conformable thereto. Women at forty do not become ancient misanthropes, or stern Rhadamanthine moralists, indifferent to the world's pleasures-no, not even though they be widows. There are those who think that such should be the phase of their minds. I profess that I do not so think. I would have women, and men also, young as long as they can be young. It is not that a woman should call herself in years younger than her father's Family Bible will have her to be. Let her who is forty call herself forty; but if she can be young in spirit at forty let her show that she is so. I think that Mrs. Dale was wrong. She would have joined that party on the croquet-ground, instead of remaining among the pea-sticks in her sun-bonnet, had she done as I would have counseled her. Not a word was spoken among the four that she did not hear. Those pea-sticks were only removed from the lawn by a low wall and a few shrubs. She listened, not as one suspecting, but simply as one loving. The voices of her girls were very dear to her, and the silver ringing tones of Lily's tongue were as sweet to her cars as the music of the gods. She heard all that about Lady Hartletop, and shuddered at Lily's bold sarcasm. And she heard Lily say that mamma would stay at home and eat the pease, and said to herself sadly that that was now her lot in life. "Dear darling girl-and so it should be!" It was thus her thoughts ran. And then, when her ear had traced them as they passed across the little bridge into the other grounds, she returned across the lawn to the house with her burden on her arm, and sat herself down on the step of the drawing-room window, looking out on the sweet summer flowers and the smooth surface of the grass before her. Had not God done well for her to place her where she was? Had not her lines been set for her in pleasant places? Was she not happy in her girls her sweet, loving, trusting, trusty children? As it was to be that her lord, that best half of herself, was to be taken from her in early life, and that the springs of all the lighter pleasures were to be thus stopped for her, had it not been well that in her bereavement so much had been done to soften her lot in life and give it grace and beauty? "Twas so, she argued with herself, and yet she acknowledged to herself that she was not happy. She had resolved, as she herself had said often, to put away childish things, and now she pined for those things which she so put from her. As she sat she could still hear Lily's voice as they went through the shrubbery hear it when none but a mother's ears would have distinguished the sound. Now that those young men were at the Great House it was natural that her girls should be there too. The squire would not have had young men to stay with him had there been no ladies to grace his table. But for her—she knew that no one would want her there. Now and again she must go, as otherwise her very existence, without going, would be a thing disagreeably noticeable. there was no other reason why she should join the party; nor in joining it would she either give or receive pleasure. Let her daughters eat from her brother's table and drink of his cup. They were made welcome to do so from the heart. For her there was no such welcome as that at the Great House-nor at any other house, or any other table! But "Mamma will stay at home to eat the pease.” And then she repeated to herself the words which Lily had spoken, sitting there, leaning with her elbow on her knee, and her head upon her hand. "Please, ma'am, cook says, can we have the pease to shell?" and then her reverie was broken. Whereupon Mrs. Dale got up and gave over her basket. "Cook knows that the young ladies are going to dine at the Great House?" "Yes, ma'am." "She needn't mind getting dinner for me. I will have tea carly." And so, after all, Mrs. Dale did not perform that special duty appointed for her. But she soon set herself to work upon another duty. When a family of three persons has to live upon an income of three hundred a year, and, nevertheless, makes some pretense of going into society, it has to be very mindful of small details, even though that family may consist only of ladies. Of this Mrs. Dale was well aware, and as it pleased her that her daughters should be nice and fresh, and pretty in their attire, many a long hour was given up to that care. The squire would send them shawls in winter, and had given them riding habits, and had sent them down brown silk dresses from London-so limited in quantity that the due manufacture of two dresses out of the material had been found to be beyond the art of woman, and the brown silk garments had been a difficulty from that day to this-the squire having a good memory in such matters, and being anxious to see the fruits of his liberality. All this was doubtless of assistance, but had the squire given the amount which he so expended in money to his nieces the benefit would have been greater. As it was, the girls were always nice and fresh and pretty, they themselves not being idle in that matter; but their tire-woman in chief was their mother. And now she went up to their room and got out their muslin frocks, and-but, perhaps, I should not tell such tales!-She, however, felt no shame |