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CIOL MONDELEY'S CURE.
His Irish estate never cost Hon. years in England without ever conGeorge Barrisford Cholmondeley a cerning himself about Brantam Castle second thought while he was at Oxford. or Ballygavin as they called the His drafts on Needham and Pierce Cholmondeley domain. Now, however, of Dublin were always honored; and that he had attained his majority and so long as the honorable George was bidden the musty university halls a able to bet ad libitum and support willing if not very cordial farewell, he a half-dozen spruce sycophants in was advised by his friends and welljockeys' caps, what did it matter to him wishers, of whom he had quite a host, where the money came from. True, to look after his affairs in Ireland for he remembered that his grandmother, a month or two and be back in the dowager Lady Cholmondeley, née London in time for the season.” McTeigue, now superannuated and So George took to himself as a half-doting, had been accustomed to travelling companion Ensign Vallance tell him of Brantam Castle and the of the Guards, who happened to be off troops of gentlefolk who used to assem- duty, crossed the Channel one gusty ble there on occasion to hunt the fox day in a high condition of unpleasantand sweep across the great braes and ness, reached Dublin two days later, over the hedges on the fleetest of and hied hence by train to Ballygavin. thorough-breds. And he had faint The coming of the Hon. George Barrisrecollections of odd stories the old lady ford Cholmondeley had been announced used to tell about the tenantry, and bits at Brantam Castle, and the old family of injunctions she liked to give him carriage, which had enjoyed a dozen about how he should behave when years of idleness, was furbished up and called to the management of the sent down to receive the estated gentleCholmondeley domain. But that was man under the conduct of some half all. He had been born in Brighton, score self-constituted coachmen 'and brought up in Grosvenor Square, postilions. George and his companion schooled at Eton, and plucked at stared in amazement at the odd group Oxford. His father, who had been which collected around them, bowing the third or fourth Honorable George and scraping with an energy that in lineal descent from Lord Guilford tickled the young land-owner's vanity. Cholmondeley, died while he was yet a “Come here, you fellaw,” said he to boy, and so the young absentee had one of the group; “ do you know the lived every day of his twenty-two way to Brantam Castle ?"
"Is it know the way t the castle / bobbing up and down in it, did they yer honor ’ud be axin. Throth, Mickey have an opportunity of exchanging Doyle 'ud be a quare crathur if he their impressions. didn't know the road t the blessed “ Vallance," said the Honorable spot he was born and bred in. Shure George, “how do you find the we've come t' fetch your honor there. country ?” The coach is beyant.” Then, raising “Beastly, Cholmondeley; beastly, his voice and violently gesticulating, by Jove !” And the ensign, taking “Dhrive up, Tim Murphy,” he cried, Honorable George's arm, paced with “dhrive up! His honor's waitin' for him up the stone steps into the ball
, and thence to an old and very frowzy Thus adjured Tim Murphy came parlor, where the steward and resident grandly through the crowd, mounted manager of the estate received them. on the box of the old state coach, with Mr. Duffield was a short, sallow the reins of four steeds evidently of man, with a shrewd look in his gray vulgar pedigree clutched in his hand, eyes, and some hard lines about the and with a great coat which a half-mouth. He had for years superindozen glaring brass buttons was sup- tended affairs at Ballygavin, under the posed to convert into a livery. advice and direction of Messrs. Need
“I say, Cholmondeley,” said Ensign ham and Pierce, and was reputed to Vallance, “I say, does n't this equi- be a sharp business man among his page
strike you as partaking largely of city friends. The tenantry called him the antique ?”
by another and perhaps a more appro“ ?Pon my soul, Vallance, I don't priate name; “ Grinding Duffield" was know what to make out of the place. this appellation. What do the savages mean by staring Mr. Duffield had for the time being, so ?” Then, aloud, “My good fellaws, however, laid aside whatever semblance I want to go to Brantam Castle. of a grinding disposition he could bear You understand. And be expeditious. about his person, and he seemed to all Vewy !”
intents and purposes a quiet, goodAnd the Honorable George entered humored, gentlemanly body, full of the vehicle, the coachmen and footmen, kind attentions for the honorable and the rest of the crowd, fell into their George and flattering courtesies for self-assumed positions, and the old his military friend. state coach rolled off on a very uneven “And pray, Mr. Duffield,” said the and unpleasant road.
young proprietor as they sat over their The visitors had so much to do to wine, “pray, Mr. Duffield, how do you preserve their equanimity amid the find my tenantry? Are they happy joltings and shakings they were ex- and satisfied with their condition I posed to, that conversation for the time would not wish to see the poor fellows was out of the question, and only hard pressed, I really would not." when they reached the castle and He said this with some warmth, for alighted in front of a big, gaping door- the kind-hearted reception he had met way, with a group of ogling domestics with touched him,
“My dear sir,” Mr. Duffield an-conducted the two young men to their swered him, in a sycophantic tone of rooms. voice, not unmixed however with a cer- Notwithstanding the fatigue of the tain air of authority ; “my dear sir, previous day, George Cholmondeley I have done my best to attend to your awoke early to find the first sunlight of interests, and be worthy of the kind the morning streaming into his room consideration you have shown me. through the heavy curtains. All was And in pursuance of this purpose I quiet in the castle, but outside, a have always endeavored to give your thousand tiny voices were piping their tenants every privilege consistent with matin hymns among the branches. the welfare of the estate. They are, He arose and looked out over the I can assure you, well content with park and down along the avenue of their lot, and in far better condition lordly trees that guarded the approaches than most of their neighbors." to the grand old pile. Beyond these
“A very uncouth set of people, he saw green hills and yellow fields of aren't they ?” Ensign Vallance here corn and barley dim and indistinct in inquired, though in a tone which made the blue mists of the morning. All it evident that he entertained no about him seemed prosperous and pleasdoubts whatever on that point. ant. For a moment the thought came
"Yes, somewhat. But not more into the young man's mind that all these than ordinarily so.”
blooming acres were his own, this lord“You have no—an—no agrarian ly mansion, this spacious park, and the outrages-assassinations and such, you hills and fields, with the little white know?" the military gentleman ask- houses he saw on them—all his own. ed with a degree of interest.
Surely it was worth one's while attend“No;” and the steward smiled as he ing to them. Surely he should know answered him. “The days for mur- more about those big, warm-hearted ders and assasinations are past. We creatures who flocked to meet him have the strong arm of the law in con- yesterday. A dim sense of his respondition now, and the peasantry do not sibility flitted through his brain. But think—no, sir, do not dare to think-in a moment it was succeeded and obof openly opposing authority. We are literated by a gay, giddy memory of no burglars here, gentlemen. We have London life which then occurred to him. the people under our thumb.” Care sat lightly on the young man's
Mr. Duffield spoke a little warmly. thoughts, he scarcely knew what it There was a hard, steely ring about his meant. He was turning from the winwords, and the lines about his mouth dow when suddenly sounds of an alterpuckered up into an expression of con- cation arose below. scious power—it might be of cruelty. “Begone, sir,” cried a voice which
"I should like to see the place to- he at once recognized as the steward's; morrow," said the proprietor as he rose“ begone, I say, and if you haven't to retire.
every shilling for me day after to" I shall attend to your orders, sir,” morrow-every shilling, mind yousaid Mr. Duffield, and he obsequiously out you'll go."
“But, Misther Duffield,” the other the door which had been closed in his voice expostulated, “you know I face, and then, with a heart-breaking was down wid the faver, and sorra sob, he sat down on the moist ground, hand's turn was I able t' do all this and folding the long, thin arms above blessed time. The wife has wrought his chest began to ponder and mutter herself t death, and not a bite has her to himself. The anguish of his mind self or the childre' had since you sent was painted on his face. George Dannie Logan tsarve the notice on us. Cholmondeley had never seen any. Misther Duffield, give me a little time. thing half so terrible. God knows I don't mane t' desaive you Just then a step sounded on the nor wrong any man out of a fardin’. gravel walk, and along came a buxom, I'll pay you, sir, the first fi' pun note I red-faced girl, with a milk-pail in live to make. As God's above me, I either hand. Stopping before the will."
drooping figure, she laid down her “Curse your long tongue,” said the burden and gazed at him, with a look steward's hard, sharp voice again; of warm sympathy on her honest face. “curse your prating. Will you be off, “Is it you, Larry Duggan, that's or will you wait till I set the dogs on here this fine morning ?” said she. you? Do not come to me with your “What ails you at all, man? God lies. Tell them to Daniel Logan if be with us, you look as pale as a you choose. But all I tell you is to ghost.” have every farthing for me to-morrow The poor man raised his eyes to the or you'll not have a roof above you big, kind face, and a couple of tears long."
came rolling down his cheeks as he “But Misther Duffield, sir, how can said, II"
“Oh Matty, Matty, what's t'be done! But the steward was gone. The Grinding Duffield's goin't take the listener at the window could hear his roof from over our heads and lave us steps sounding in the corridor below, widout a penny in our pockets or a stitch and the bang he gave the door behind to our backs. And me not strong at all.” him. George peeped out. Upon the “Ah, the hard-hearted ould villain," ground below his window was a man cried the sympathetic Matty. “Who dressed in rags and worn by disease wud a thought he'd be at his mane and want to the last degree of emacia- thricks again, and the young masther tion. His eyes were large, and looked hisself at the Castle. Satan 'll niver out above the dark, hollow cheeks with have his own till grinding Duffield's in a wild, despairing light in them. He his clutches. Though he is my own was in the same posture of entreaty masther I'll say it, for sorra little kindhe had assumed when the steward left ness did he iver show me, or any other him. Poor man! whatever cares the livin' crayture.” world had for him would be of short “What breaks my heart is the duration anyhow. Death had too thought o' the poor childre'. What'l surely marked him for his own. we do or where'll we go widout a roof
For a moment he stood glaring at t cover us.”
“Don't be wake-hearted, poor man. 'sick man, and the terrible words he Maybe he'll not be as good as his had heard that morning from his lips. word. Maybe it's t'fricken you he's The next day George Barrisford thryin," the milkmaid consolingly sug- Cholmondeley and his friend Ensign gested. “Shure he knows,” said she, Vallance were enjoying their cigars " that you wouldn't wrong the child under a wide-spreading beech tree on unborn of a fardin'."
the extreme limits of the park when At this the man struggled to his feet, their attention was attracted by a tall, and dashing back the clustering graceful figure coming up the road in masses of black hair from his brows, the shade of the long avenue of trees.. “Matty," said he, “ Matty, you know “By Jove,” cried Ensign Vallance, that grinding Duffield manes what he starting in his enthusiastic way to his says. But as God's above me he'll feet. “By Jove, Cholmondeley, we're niver live ť tell that he sint Larry in luck. Here is some wood nymph Duggan and his family to die be the who locates, no doubt, on your domain, way."
and is coming, I suppose, with the local And without another word the gaunt, hamadryads' compliments to the lord of attenuated man hurried off. There the manor. was a fixed look in his dark face that The other responded with an eloquent meant mischief. So thought Matty whistle. Vallance," said he, "did the milkmaid as she trudged off with you ever see such a figure? I little her pails. So thought George Chol- thought, old fellow, that the hills of mondeley as he paced the floor of his Ballygavin produced such fruit as that.” bedroom and muttered, “Can this Vallance, after cutting his caper,
subbe ! Has Duffield deceived me? He sided into recumbent admiration on the said my tenantry were happy and con- grass. tented. They should be, anyhow. I “Such grace," said he. am sure I never oppressed them. But “Such a face," said the other. I shall visit the place and then we shall “You're catching inspiration, Cholsee-we shall see." And the young mondeley,” muttered Vallance. “ Your proprietor walked down stairs, mutter- words are being twisted into rhyming ing, “We shall see," where he met with mine by the strain your brain is Ensign Vallance, full of the subject standing. But I say, she is as pretty of snipe-shooting. At breakfast the as a picture.” conversation turned on gunning, and it “Or as an angel,” added Cholmonwas agreed to devote the day to a deley. shooting excursion on Lough Dhevin. The object of these flattering utterOn their way they passed a couple of ances came along the road, quite ignocottages which Duffield caused them rant of the eloquent interest she was to visit. Everything was neat and exciting. clean and prosperous within. They The sun, shining through breaks in did not stop long. A look at the place the heavy leafage, fell upon her face and suffieed, and the young proprietor forgot the few bright coils of hair that strugin the day's sport the wan look of the gled from beneath her hat. She had