Robert Kimberly

fterward. She had invited Alice out from town for a fortnight at Black Rock while MacBirney, with McCrea and the ac

, my dear, most sincerely on any issue that associates y

pe if they do come to terms, your brothers will find Mr. MacBirney's Western acquaint

rfectly how enga

terday, when he was leaving home, that Mrs

ecure the little Cedar Lodge estate on the west shore--and

looked forward with interest to the trip. If it should be objected that Dolly was no

r inner selves. They let you at once into the heart of affairs about them--it is the price that the brilliant talker must pay. Such a on

tire lake connected with one another, they were obliged to use the high-roads but little. E

lls, they approached another group of the country places. The houses of these estates belonged to an older day than those of the lake itself. Their type indicated

ul French roofs we have been passing, give you the latest dates on this side of the ridge."

marriage--she died seven years ago. This villa belongs to Fritzie Venable. She was Roger Morgan's niece. But she hasn'

of stone in the midst of a cluster of elms at some distance to t

the Morga

ay we

, less enthusiastically. "D

Why, yes, if we may. How quaint-looking

, a medi?val st

two women had alighted and walked up the steps to the porch, Alice fou

crazy about, Santa Maria in--dear me, I never can remember, Santa Maria in something or other. But I want you to look at this balustrade, and to walk up into one of these ambone

very well there yourself on

ell anywhere, as long as I have an audience," continued D

perfect light on the chancel window," said

, and saw in a niche removed from casual sight the bronze figure

Dolly; "ordered most of

e, Mrs. De Cast

f a son of Be

nscription set in the tomb at his feet took Alice's attent

y do you say this i

one of Bertha'

burie

nd on The Towers estate--where we shall all with our

dread

sad a sto

cour

idly sensitive

relatives of the Mrs. M

signifies nothing. These, as I told you, w

the distance, to the south and east, the red gables of a clu

hool, is it?"

ing of a charitable and training school. The Catholic church of the village stands just beyond there.

ill confronted them and they began to wind around its base toward the lake and home. Half-way up they left

think, neglects it. Of course, it is a place that stands hard treatment. But

very

bert, I fancy, cares for the

lives he

Uncle John is all alone in

nfortu

ny kinds. Uncle John! mercy! he led his poor Lydia a life. And she was a saint if ever a wife was one. I hope she ha

a minute. I don't know why it has to be, but each generation of our family has had a brainy Ki