|Newspaper Title||Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 - 1907)|
|Trove Title||The Story of a Boy|
Princess Spinaway's Department. .
"THE STORY OP A BOY."
. (By Gipsy Low.)
(Dedicated. to ; "Charon.")
"Lonely'" I looked round at the corners of my big" bedroom, into which, the dull flickering of the candle threw a dark shad«, and.shivered'.
T> had been at the White House three hours, and had scarcely heard a sound. : n ,
-It was about three miles from. fe 6^.1on.^aad seemed to have no other places about it. Driving
Souïh the lodge gates, it had looked bare and
desolate t0 me; and' I won dered how anyone of choice
could live ithere.
? I had seen Mrs. Wain wright for a few minutes on my arrival, then had been shown my i room, after being . told that .dinner was at 7
punctually, to ring when I was ready, and the maid would show me the way. to the dining-room.
1 changed my serge dress for a simple evening one. then unpacked my . boxes. The room looked more fa miliar and home-like, with Babs Ifughing at me from ithe mantelpiece, and other photographs and knick
I did not have time to write home, as lt was nearly 7 when I finished; then I tried to find my way down by myself. Along the land ing t0 the right I went; the one I thought I had come by; then wandered about, but saw no sign of the stair case, nor . could I find my way back to my. room again. I was nearly in despair when I espied a maid dis appearing, at the other end of ithe corridor. I ran after her hurriedly', and asked her to show me tue way.
"If you 'ad rang, miss," she said, "I would 'ave come and showed you the way; as you're apt to get lost amonigst these> passages,^ un less you know: them.-well."
"I thought;1the'way seem ed so easy, or: F would not have tried to find it my self," I said, as w¿ arrived at, the top of the. stairs. Then, thanking; her, -1 went down, and fqiioweä .Mrs.
"Wainwright, 'who ;>at?:. that .
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minute crossed the 'hall, into the library.
It was a large rdóm¿ and the walls were line with books. Thereuwere thin 'books and . thic books, large books ; an d small books ; in fact, ' ther seemed to be books of all sorts and kinds every
where. .< .
A fire was burning in 'the enormous fireplace; i seemed to be the only bright thing in the room.
In an¡ arm-chair in front of lt, an old T-jan sa reading, who put his book down and rose as Mrs Wainwright introduced, him as her father. . H< was tall and stately, with a stern old face, anc
"I hope you have rested af ter your journey, Miss Sabine," he said abruptly, as we went to the din
I was glad when the meal was over; it was so solemn; not at all like our noisy tea table at home.
"Would you like to see your pupils tô-night, .Miss Sabine; or would you rather.wait .until the morning?" Mrs. Wainwright said, as we left the
"I would , rather see them to-night, please," I answered; for I-was both eager and curious to see
what they were like.
"Just as you prefer," she said, as she rang the bell. When it was answered, she told the butler
to show me the schoolroom.
I f ollowed him upstairs, and some distance along,
then catching eight of a door at the end of the' one leading:from which muffled noise floated to my ears, I asked him if that was the room. Being told it was, I said I would go myself.
I opened the door; then discovered why I had heard so little noise. A great thick green door
was on the inside.
Just as I opened it. something whizzed through the air and struck the wall opposite, smashing to atoms, and a dark'liquid ran down the paper.
It was ink ! ' . " .. / -
"Now you;ve doné it, Geoffry, and serves you Jolly well right for getting in such a beastly tem
per; you al wàys-. . .
After the shattered inkpot, my eyes rested first on the boy standing nearest to me. He stopped abruptly as I came in, and stared at me In* sur prise. This must be the s«n, I thought, as he was very like Mrs. Wainwright, big and sturdy looking, with fair hair and grey eyes.
Opposite bira, at the other end of the table,
stood a boy-of about seven years of age. He was small, his thin, Bharp-featured face was flushed, and his big, brown eyes angry. On ¡ his head a lot of soft, dark curls were rumpled and tossed.
"Are. you. the new governess ?" he asked. . ^
"Yes," I answered. "Hadn't you better' get a cloth and-wipe up that ink before it soaks into the paper?"' - s
He looked at me for a minute in astonishment, then silently dragged a dirty piece of cloth out of one of the cupboards, and began to mop up the ink gingerly.
"That is right," I said, as the cloth was restor ed to Its former place, "won't you tell me your
Then the elder boy spoke.
"My name's Hugh Fitzroy Wainwright; hjs" , (nodding his head in his cousin's direction) "Is
Geoffry, just Geoffry Lorimer, no middle name."':;.
"And how old are you, Hugh?" I asked. -
"i'm ten; he's only eight," ho answered, look- . ing scornfully at. Geoffry. . .- » v
"I'm nearly as big as you are, anyhow," Geof fry said, "and I'll soon be, too." ,
"Pooh, nearly as big as I am,"-laughed/Hugh,- . "why you're only-a baby yet, you know, Geoff.".
"I'm not, you 'are, so", stop," his- cousin ore torted angrily, his. face flushing, "I arn't, a baby, are I, new governess?". ->>
"Are I," laughed Hugh, "that's-:-"
Here I hastily interrupted-the argument, as it was getting rather heated, and as I compared Hugh's strong, big frame to Geoffry's thin, small one, I was glad I had not been appealed to by the latter as to whether he was nearly as big as his cousin, for I would not have been able to say
(To be continued.) .