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her that she is grown-up, or to hint It must be confessed that Evy did that she is a beauty. Although she bang the door a little, as she jumphas reached the 'sweet seventeen' ed into the hall, threw on a hat, and of poetry and romance, she is still whistled — yes, absolutely whistled dressed as a child. Her short frock for the dogs. Half a dozen came barely touches the instep of her bounding, jumping, and barking at pretty foot, and she wears a black the call. Mrs. Wynne put her head apron with a bib. The coral neck- out of the window, and told her not lace that encircles her white throat to let them make such a horrible is too tight for it, and the tucker noise. beneath it is essentially juvenile. “How can I help it? It is their
As she leans her elbow on the nature,' cried Evy, flourishing a table, and looks out upon the moun- long whip, and apostrophising the tains, she might be a bright picture dogs. set in a pretty frame. Her hair is Gwyngarth was a sort of cottage, thrown off her face, and flows down low and broad as Evy's forehead. her back in wavy locks of darkest Such creeping plants as would brave brown; eyes glance from beneath the mountain breezes ornamented long black lashes, so blue that they it in summer, and the glowing red are as 'violets dropping dew; and of the virginian creeper kindled it her complexion is of that startling into warmth later in the year. The white that sometimes accompanies gravelled drive, on which Evy and those Byronic orbs described as her dogs stood, was surrounded by * darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.' a monster laurel hedge, because Two truant dimples play about her Mrs.Wynne found the smooth green mouth, and set mirth a frolic with of foliage more beneficial to her shyness when she smiles.
eyes than the dazzling white of What is she thinking of as she snow. But Evy loved the manygazes on the peak of that distant faced mountains at all times; in the mountain ? She is simply longing yellowing glory of spring, the shato be on the top of it. Her aunt dowy haze of summer, the purpling looks at her jealously, and wishes resplendence of autumn, and the she were not so beautiful. Yet she bold barrenness of winter. was a beauty in her youth, and still She and the dogs were soon strives to preserve her looks. She amongst them. A sheep walk led startles her by saying,
them across a thymy heathy flat to "You had better take the dogs the Mynydd Mawr, or big mountain out, Evy. You make me quite ner- of the district. Here was an old vous by staring at nothing, and do British encampment, their favourite ing no work.'
resort; for here Evy could sit and Evy jumped up delighted, and read and gaze on the magnificent overturned the work-table. Mrs. prospect of vale and river beneath; Wynne put her hands to her ears, and here the dogs could sleep or and said that no one had any com- prowl about at will. Hither also, at passion for her, and that her niece rare intervals, came tourists and was even more obstreperous than antiquaries, and Evy liked to watch her husband, if that was possible. them from a distance. Evy righted the table and muttered She sat down on a large mossan apology, then walked to the door covered stone ; Bryn, an old mouseon the tips of her toes.
coloured hound, laid his nose on her “You needn't mince as if you were lap; Max, a retriever, made himself walking on eggs,' said her aunt. comfortable at her feet; and the •Where do you learn such manners?' other dogs amused themselves by
snapping gnats, eyeing birds, or a wiser woman might imitate, filed starting after rabbits. She took a from her first temptation. She took book from her pocket and began to to her heels and ran down the mounread. It was Ivanhoe. Scott's ro- tain, shouting 'Bryn, Max, Tudor!' mances were her daily food, and she at the top of her voice. knew them by heart. They were When she paused to take breath, the only amusing books within her she found that she had lost her reach, for her aunt strictly prohi book, and returned to look for it. bited the tempting yellow-ticketed Both her knight and book had volumes that she received monthly disappeared. from London, and Evy was fearfully Will he bring it back, Bryn?' as well as conscientiously obedient. she asked, gazing into the thoughtBut happily there was, in her uncle's ful eyes of the old hound. You private room, a shelf containing the think so; then we will come again whole series of Sir Walter Scott's en to-morrow.' chanting novels, which her aunt Accordingly they were all at the had forgotten, and which her uncle same spot on the morrow, at about ignored. Forgive her if she devour- the same hour. She was musing ed these in secret, dreading another on the handsome face, bright smile, prohibition. It was well that her and pleasant voice of her Ivanhoe, food was as pure and invigorating when the dauntless Rough appeared, as her mountain breezes.
and dashed in amongst her dogs. Just as she was wishing that Ivan His master followed. hoe could have married both Re ‘Did you find my book ?' cried becca and Rowena, she and her Evy, charging him as boldly as the guardians were startled by a strange terrier. dog, that jumped into the midst of 'Here it is. I would have taken them uninvited, and consequently it to your home, but I did not know unwelcomed. It was a Scotch ter where you lived. rier, that stood his ground whilst “I am thankful you did not,' said the natives growled, grinned, and Evy, raising her shy eyes, and resniffed at him. The terrier's mas- ceiving the book somewhat awkter had been watching our group wardly. before his inquisitive dog started 'Your dogs are making friends to make their acquaintance, and he with my Rough,' said he. paused yet a moment, while Evy “They are not as cross as they jumped up to command silence, seem. Down, Max! Good old Bryn! letting fall her book.
Down, Tudor! down, sir, I say ! You inhospitable curs !' she was “They seem very fond of you?' exclaiming, as the stranger came ‘Not half as fond as I am of forwards, shouting, 'Rough, be them; are you, old Bryn?' patting quiet!' and seized his dog by the the hound's head. 'Isyour dog nice?' throat, while hers slunk back at her ‘He is very bold and impudent.' threatening voice and attitude. 'I like bold impudent dogs.
"Inhospitality is not a mountain Good Rough! Does he understand vice,' said he, looking at her. you?'
“Yes, it is,' retorted she abruptly, “When I am very decided.' returning the glance.
'Bryn always understands me; Was this an Ivanhoe, a Waverley, don't you, Bryn? Bring back that or a Peveril? It was an Ivanhoe; stone. she knew it intuitively : here was She hurled a small stone to a her ideal knight at last! Being con- distant heap, and obedient Bryn vinced of this, she did what many brought it back, and watched for another order. She smiled triumph- ing the service by those four eyes. antly at the stranger, and said Whenever she glanced up she met naïvely, “Will your Rough do that?' them; but meeting also her aunt's
No. See how jealous he looks languishing hazels, she looked up of your dog's superior talents. Do no more. She was conscious of you live far from this wild spot ? behaving ill, and blushing crimson I can find no dwelling but pea- beneath her unfashionable hat. sants' huts.'
She walked out of church, de'Ought I to tell him, Bryn?' she mure as a puritan, looking neither whispered to her hound, who looked right nor left. askance at Ivanhoe. "You think "That is Lord Apavon,' said Mr. I had better not. Come along, then;" Wynne in her hearing. and off she started with a sidelong 'He is like his father,' replied nod, a half-veiled glance, and a Mrs. Wynne. dimpled smile, followed by her “He is a paladin, a knight, an dogs.
Ivanhoe,' thought Evy. The next day was Sunday, the From that time forth Evy was eventful period of her week, when, constantly meeting him, sometimes weather permitting, she entered alone, but more frequently with the into the world. This world was a gentleman who had been at church small church, midway up the moun- with him. He always raised his tain. It was surrounded by wild hat, and smiled pleasantly, while hills, giant pines, rustling trees, his companion greeted her with a murmuring streams, and in winter full stare from pale-blue expresdashing cataracts. None but pea- sionless eyes. He could never sants and the Gwyngarth family fre- have been her ideal knight. He quented it, for Lord Apavon, the was neither handsome nor, accordowner of the great house and park, ing to her notions, well dressed; never came to his Welsh property; and she named him Gurth the at least, Evy had never seen him, swineherd.' Sometimes, when she and she had examined the big pew saw them coming, she ran away, anxiously most Sundays for several followed by her dogs; at others she years. No one dared to name a met them bravely; again, she stood young man in her presence. Evy and watched from a distance. Her sat demure, looking alternately at romance had begun, and she was her Bible and the congregation as losing her heart to a pair of deep they trooped in.
eyes, a rare smile, a pleasant voice, The one bell that tinkled such and some fifty words, treasured and of the hill-side folk to church as oft-repeated. did not prefer chapel, ceased sud- One day she encountered Gurth denly, and the clerk appeared in alone. He stood in her path, and the aisle before his time. Evy looked at her with a half-amused, thought he looked unusually im- half-impertinent stare. She was portant, and no wonder, for he un- surprised, but not frightened. locked the great Apavon pew, and Mark him, old Bryn,' she whisheld it open. Another moment, pered to the hound, always at her and Ivanhoe and another gentle- heels. man were seated within it, and both 'I have met you alone at last, were looking at Evy.
he said. “May I ask where you 'I knew he was a prince or a live? lord,' thought Evy, striving to think You may ask, but I need not of her prayers.
tell,' said Evy, essaying to pass. She was much embarrassed dur- “Stay a moment, for I have wished
to know you ever since I first saw the stranger, hurrying up the mounyou in church,' he said, detaining tain. her by a grasp of the arm.
Evy wandered off to a torrent, Bryn's teeth were in his collar, sat down by it, and mused of him, and Evy was free.
losing her wild enthusiastic heart “Well done, old Bryn!' she cried, more and more irretrievably. and ran down the mountain, leav She tried to understand the change ing Gurth to get rid of Bryn with that had come over her. Hitherto many naughty words.
her life had been monotonous, and The following day he waylaid her her uncle and aunt indifferent; but again. She returned his gaze with she had never been quite miserable. a glance half-frightened, half-de- The mountains and the dogs had fiant.
consoled her for much domestic dis“Your dog nearly throttled me comfort, and she had lavished her yesterday,' he began.
love on them. The great yearning "That was because you laid hold to love and be loved which she had of me. You had better not do it felt had been unsatisfied, like a again, or he will kill you. He is as gnawing hunger only half satiated; brave as a lion.'
but natural spirits and good health And you are as beautiful as had, in some sort, filled up the void. Una. Why will you not stay? Now shelonged for love with a great
'Because I don't choose. Let desire, and was lonely and unhappy. me pass, and beware of Bryn: see, She knew that if a day passed on he shows his teeth already.
which she did not meet Ivanhoe, What do I care for his teeth as she still called the stranger, life when you are here ?! said Gurth, seemed a blank; but that when she detaining her.
had only passed him by and been 'Let me go. You have nothing recognised, all the world was gay. to do with me, sir. Come, dogs!' She was just conventional enough cried Evy.
to know that Lord Apavon would Again she was off like a wild un- not naturally think of a country girl tamed animal, saying,
like her; still she was woman enough I knew he was a swineherd, to fancy that he sought to meet her. Bryn.'
She knew that her aunt was right A moment afterwards, Ivanhoe when she accused her of being longer appeared, and asked if she had seen dressing, longer out of doors, more a gentleman on the mountain. indolent, and less patient than ever;
I saw the man who sits with you but she 'lived and loved,' and every in church, but he is not gentle,' thing else seemed indifferent. It replied Evy. “He is near the en was the dawn of her first new day, campment.'
and her heart beat and her blushes Not gentle? What did he do ?! came and went as she sat thinking, “He seized me, and Bryn seized thinking, and always of him to whom him.'
she had scarcely spoken a hundred "You are young to wander about words. “What did he mean when he so much alone. Are you not afraid?' said, “I think I could follow their he said, glancing angrily towards example?”' she asked old Bryn, and the encampment.
he wagged his tail, and gave an unNo, I am never afraid; for the satisfactory glance up the mountain. dogs would murder any one who Then he growled. Her heart sank. was unkind to me.'
If Bryn misdoubted him, he could "They would be right. I think not care for her. But Bryn was I could follow their example,' said growling because he saw Gurth ap
proaching with his gun over his "I have found you at last! shoulder, and his dogs at his heels. The new-comer took in the scene The growl attracted his attention, in part, and with unhesitating imand he saw Evy. He was at her petuosity cried, side in a moment. She told him ‘Let her go, or I'll knock you brusquely that his friend was look down ! ing for him, and he laughed and ‘Such strong measures are unsaid that he might look on. Bryn's necessary. I am only restraining eyes and mind were attracted by her from running into the lion's the strange dogs, so Gurth had the jaws,' said Gurth, releasing Evy, field to himself for a few minutes. who ran to her Ivanhoe for protecHe stood looking at the beautiful tion. girl before him, who had risen has. The young men looked as untily, and was about to pass him by. pleasantly at each other as did the He told her politely that he would dogs, and poor Evy lost courage. not hurt her, but that if she per- She was, in truth, very much frightsisted in running away, he would ened at her novel position. She set his bloodhounds upon her dogs, could no longer run away, for she and make such a hullaballoo as was in a ravine; so she whispered would waken up all the echoes of to her protector to keep back that the mountains.
horrible man while she climbed its You are not a gentleman, like sides. Lord Apavon,' said Evy,facing him. “The horrible man' said, “Three's
He smiled, and said that was no company,' and glanced haughpossible, but whether gentle or sim- tily at them; but Ivanhoe was not ple, he wanted to make her ac- daunted. He said decidedly, "It quaintance, and did not care whe- is getting dusk. I will see you ther she were a lady or a servant. home,' and prepared to help Evy Evy's pride was roused, and she up the pass. But Evy grew more assured him in voluble English that and more terrified, as a vision of she was a lady, and knew a knight her uncle and aunt presented itself. from a swineherd.
She put her hand a moment into 'Whatever you are, your are pi. his, then said hastily, 'I must not, quante and beautiful; and I think they will be angry,' and sprang up this an awfully jolly place to make the ravine alone, calling her dogs. love in,' was his rejoinder.
She heard hot angry words as she Evy knew nothing of the men of disappeared, and hastened towards the period or their slang, so she a mountain sheep-path. stared at him, and her eyes lost The heavy mists of the autumn their shyness. His met them boldly, twilight were beginning to fall, and and she was frightened at their ex- she ran till she was out of breath. pression. Seize him, Bryn,' she Pausing to recover it, she glanced cried, and Bryn seized, not him, round, and saw two figures in the but one of the bloodhounds whose distance like spectres, apparently acquaintance he was making. The pursuing her and one another. Sie hullaballoo threatened by the stran. was sure that Gurth was foremost ger succeeded, and a battle would by his big dogs, so she ran off again have ensued had not he in voice of for very life. It was nearly dark thunder stayed his hound, holding when she reached home, and she back Evy forcibly, who was about was severely lectured by her aunt. to attempt to separate the dogs. In All that night she lay awake, fancybounded Rough, followed by his ing that these strangers might have master, exclaiming,
quarrelled and murdered one an