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Show 70 UXCLE TOl\115 C.-'I.DIN: OR, CHAPTER XXIII. UE:-i"RlQVt:. ABOUT this time, St. Clare's brother Alfred, with his eldest son, a boy of twelve, spent a day or two with the family at the lake. No sight could be more singular and beautiful than that of these twin brothers. N aturc, instead of instituting resemblances between them, had made them opposites on every point; yet a mysterious tie seemed to unite them in a closer friendship than ordinary. They used to saunter, arm in arm, up and down the alleys and walks of the garden. Augustine, with his blue eyes and golden hair, his ethereally flexible form and vivacious features; and Alfred, dark-eyed, with haughty Roman profile, firmly-knit limbs, and decided bearing. They were always abusing each other's opinions and practices, and yet never a. whit the less absorbed in each other's society; in fact, the very contrariety seemed to unite them, like the attraction between opposite poles of the magnet. Henriquc, the eldest son of Alfred, was a noble, dark-eyed, princely boy, full of vivacity and spirit ; and, from the first moment of introduction, seemed to be perfect! y fascinated by the spirituelle graces of his cousin Evangeline. Eva bad a little pet pony, of a snowy whiteness. It was easy as a cradle, and as gentle as its little mistress; and this pony was now brought up to the back verandah by Torn, LIFE AMONG TliE I .. OWLY. 71 while a little mulatto boy of abeut thirteen led along a small black Arabian, which had just been imported, at a great expense, for Ilenriquc. Hcnriquc bn.d a boy's pride in his new possession ; and, as he admnccd and took the reins out of the hands of l1is little groom, he looked carefully over him, and his brow darkenod. " What's this, Dodo, you little lazy dog! you haven't rubbed my horse down, this morning." ''Yes, ?.ias'r,'' said Dodo, submissively; '' he got that dust on his own self." '' You rascal, shut your mouth! '' said l-Ien rique, violently raising his riding-whip. "How dare you speak1" The boy was a hnndscmc, bright-eyed mulatto, of just Henriquc's size, and his curling hair hung round a high, held forehead. He had white blood in his veins, as could be seen by the quick flush in his cheek, and the sparkle of his eye, as he eagerly tried to speak. " ~1aa'r Henrique ! -" he began. Henrique struck him across the f.qce with his riding-whip, and, seizing one of his arms, forced him on to his knees, and beat him till he was out of breath. "There, you impudent dog! Now will you learn not to answer back when I speak to you 1 Take the horse back, and clean him properly. I 'II teach you your place !" "Young Mas'r," said 'Tom, " I specs what he was gwine to sny was, that the horse would roil when ho was bringing him up from the stable ; he 's so fuiJ of spirits,- that 's the way he got that dirt on him; I looked to his cleaning." "You hold your tongue till you 'ro asked to speak ! " said Henrique, turning on his heel, and walking up the steps to speak to Eva, who stood in her riding-dress. "Dear Cousin, I 'm sorry this stupid fellow baa kept you |
