|Chapter Title||A VISIT TO THE YOUNG HEIR.|
|Newspaper Title||Adelaide Observer (SA : 1843 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||The Sexton's Secret|
A VISIT TO THE YOUNG HEIR.
Well nigh three years have sped einoe then. Life in the grand old Russian city goes on now as before. The daily crowd pureueB its way as busily and also, it may be, reok Iessly. Each member composing it must fight on bravely, however hopelessly, to the end.
"There, darling 1 Now go to Lisa. Al&ma Is tired."
The little one addressed, however, was evi dently in no mood to do his handsome mother's bidding. The rosy-lipped heir de clined to obey, and hid his ourly head snugly within the shelter of hiB mother's arm. Saoha evidently preferred having his own
" Take bim away, Lisa cbild," oame autho ritatively. " There, coax him in some way. Your master iB bringing a gentleman to dinner to-day, and the timepiece I see nearly marks the hour."
Again Lisa sought to accomplish her object; and on this oooasion with suoceBS, She carried away Saoha triumphantly.
" And I have one of the moat charming child's maidB in the world," as the happy Vera exclaimed, after her first welcome to her husband was over. She had not seen him for the paBt week, Cyril having been absent on important family business, and the wel come in question was indeed a warm one.
[ "fhats all right," was the rejoinder.
"New brooms, of course always sweep clean,
Anything, however, that makes you happy j plesBes me, as a matter of course,"
"Yes; yes. I am happy as a queen," was
the soft, earnest answer. " You know that1
fact fuli well.. Sometimes I almost think, Cyril, do you know," and the speaker's arms were laid softly around the listener's neck, " that happinesB such as mine can never last; that it mnst be only one long blisefnl dream from which one morning I imust awake and find myself ."
" Where, my Vera?" he interrupted in hh own grave, clear voice, Be did not even
" Because, Cyril, then, there are not many Russian married women so happy as myself, I know it; every one tells me BO. Even my Blight lady aoquaintanoeB say often what a luoky woman I am."
'.What !-from the mere faot of your having Buch a true and devoted husband ?"
" Yes: that's jnst it, Cyril. Now, don't be orosB and think me foolish for talking In this way."
The admiring husband laughed now, and gaily too.
"I don't look cross, do I?" he retorted; " and of oourse I think you the very wisest and most sensible wife in all Russia, But the guests are waiting to be also duly welcomed, galoubtchi.k"*
"Yes, yes. Now, I'm ready."
Already the stately wife had quitted the apartment, swept aoross the broad hall, and entered the room in which her gneatB awaited her welcome.
That evening when it was quite late and the guests had taken their departure the husband and wife stole softly into the norsery. Sacha lay there in his white oot fast aBleep, and by his side sat LiBa, the new maid. She rose promptly as her master and mistress entered, then became suddenly pale and laid her hand an instant, as if for sup port, upon the table close at hand.
"You must take good oare of my son, 'nannia' (nurse)," observed Cyril Cyrilo vitcb, pleasantly, after first greeting her with a kindly word, " the little fellow is all in all to us; never forget that." Lisa pro mised, as in duty bound ; but hertongue mean while clave, as the saying is. to the roof of her mouth, and her eyes flashed in unrestful fashion from master to mistress.
" You are a good girl, your mistress tells me," oame again, "and I have no donbt will doyourdntv. You dont ezaotly look as if town-bred, by-the-way?"
Lisa had already recovered herself,
"I am from Graminsky, bdhrin" came steadily in answer. " My home is in the forest yonder, amidst the pines," and then the girl's voice faltered a moment. Trae, she had left the dear old home of her own free will, and having heard that there might be splendid chances for her in the far distant city, had accordingly found her way there.
The old Demetrieff had been terribly opposed to the idea of his winsome daughter thus leaving home, and all alone too.
As he said over acd over again, dangers were rife and many in this world, and especi ally for good-looking folks like his own Lisa.
But the latter had been firm in her resolve. What was the nBeof her staying at home, she said, when she was only the means of taking the bread ont of her old father's mouth? There wasn't enough for both of them, and theiefore why not go and fight her own way
"Go, then," the old man had answered at last, " bnt remember that you do so against my will though not absolutely against my consent. I yield thiB much. You will be back again, child, one day; lfeel well asBuredof that," he juged bitterly, for hisheart was indeed sore at the prospeot of parting with her whs was his best pride in life, ana for whose sake he would have risked every thing possible. " God blesB you! That's all your old father in the forest says. And keep you safe from all harm and evil!"
There wttB a hurried exclamation from the » vile at that moment.
" Why! How startled you look, hnsband .
tnioe ! What's the matter?"
" Nothing, Vera, dear. Only a trifling pain
here, an instant," and he laid his hand a ?? moment npon his heart. "That'salL"
" FerhapB you know Graminsky, bahrin?" The new niai|i Bpoke softly, and aleo simply,
"Graminsky! Fes: Ive heard of the place, that's if its the same Graminsky as that to which I refer. Bat
we shall wake the baby between us,. my good girl, and that won't do. Never mind
as to whioh Graminsky it is, so long aa yon . do yenr duty by your mistress here," and he glanced towards his still anxious wife, who felt considerably perturbed in mind on her husband's aooonnt. "Now, then, wife j I think onr visit to the young heir this evening; has been long ssongb," and so saying, he drew Vera gently away.