|Newspaper Title||Launceston Examiner (Tas. : 1842 - 1899)|
|Trove Title||Matched and Mated: A Romance in Real Life|
CHAPTER XIv. Clifford strolled into the garden. Hugo had gone for his great coat ; his long illness had naturally left him delicate, and more to escape a scolding from his mother and Pauline than from any love of muffling he always wrapped up. Clif ford lighted a cigar and walked towards a well uhaded arbour,where he and Hugo had often smoked together. Upon reach ing the well remembered spot he was surprised to find it occupied. Up to the present he had never met any of the younger members of the Brandon family. Besides Hugo there were five more- C three little sisters at home and two mar ried in England. Hugo was the only son Mr Clifford took his cigar from his lips with a 'beg pardon,' and a most cere monious bow to the occupant of the arbour. ' Don't mention it, and who are you 1' said a delightful girl of uncertain age, for from the tace and voice she might be 17 or 18, but from the white pinafore and long black legs she must be much younger. ' My name is Clifford.' ' Oh, how do you do?' she cried, throw- t ing down her book. ' I have heard of you.' She stood up, and shook hands a warmly, saying she was awfully glad to ° meet him. 'And your name now?' enquired a Clifford. 'Oh, I am Ariel Brandon, of course. f Didn't you know ? Clifford regretted not having had that s pleasure sooner. She seated herself c beside him, crossing her hands upon her i: knee with all the dignity of a young lady. t Her pinafore just reached her knees, the t rest of her costume downwards was simply black stockings. ' What a beautiful child,' thought ° Clifford, as he gazed into her bright blue eyes with thin large black pupils and C lashes. Her golden hair was worn in a long plait which hung down her back, and f was tied with a blue ribbon. Her transparently fair skin, with the first flush of girlhood upon her cheek, her perfectly shaped nose and mouth, all spoke the true born Brandon. ' I might have known you,' said Clif ford. 'You are so like Hugo. Bow is it that I never met you before,Miss Ariell ?' ' That is because we are always in our own quarters. I, of course, can go and dine in the dining room if I please. I am grown up. But I prefer staying with the children because of Delaugh. Delaugh is so sweet. I am never happy away from her.' ' Anl pray who is Delaugh ?' enquired Clifford. 'Why, Delaugh, of course, is our governess. I am so sorry for you that you do not know her,' she said pityingly. 'But you coax mamma,I am sure you will be allowed to come into the school-room. Then you can see the little ones, and our toys and dolls. We have loads of them. I, of course, do not play with them now I am grown up, but sometimes I dress them for the little ones.' 'Who are the little ones ?' enquired Clifford. ' Claudie and Violet, my sisters. They are such dear little things. We might dance for you if you are permitted to come.' 'After such inducement I must try; but how old might you be, Miss Ariel ' 'I am eleven, how much are you ?' 'I am thirty years of age,' replied Mr Clifford. ' Thirty years of age !' she cried, empha. sising every word. ' Oh, how dreadfully old! It must be awful to live so long. I wonder how old papa and mamma are. 3 They are always having birthdays, but mamma says it is quite unpolite to speak of ages. So does Delaugh; but since you are thirty years of age, I suppose you t have travelled a lot. Have you been to Switzerland 7 I never tire of hearing of Switzerland ; that is dear Delaugh's country.' ' Yes,' replied Olifford, ' I have. Pt is a lovely place. If your mamma allows me to pay you a visit at the school-room, I will relate to you a very interesting occurrence which took place once there.' ' Ah, do! dot' she cried, clasping her hands and looking into his face. ' Hello!' cried Hugo coming up to them and interrupting their conversation. ' This is where you have got to, making friends with Ariel.' ' Yes, Hugo,' she answered. 'Mr Clifford and I introduced ourselves to each other, and he is going to ask mamma to let him come in the school-room to Ssee Delaugh, and he has been to her Scountry, and he is awfully sorry that he Sdidn't know me sooner.' Hugo stopped her mouth with a kiss, and off she bounded, this tall child with the sweet face, and the melodious voice fof what she longed so much to be-a grown up. r (I'o be continued.) r 'Well Really, My Dear!'-Mrs .: 'Christopher, darling. I never can remem t ber whether"sodawater" is written as one word or two joined together by a siphon !' SCobble: 'Bilter has invented a balloon that he says is a great success.' Stone ; 'Has he made an ascension yet?' Cobble: d 'Xo. He is waiting to get some one to n goupin it.' t. Overcharged Client (to doctor): 'Yours a ain't a perfesslon, Dr Spots; it's a craft, that's what it is.'