Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-11-01

sight however. But tell me once more
when and where am to see you aeain?''
Miss Elliott is playing with her fan,
and contrives with it to hide the color
that Tor q moment Overspreads her face
ut this question. =
AS she remains silent, he repeats i;
more eagerly.
You know my hours-I ALWAYS ride
in the evening during this hot weather
six to eight. shall probably do SC
| Tomorrow
Tomorrow. Vane.'s handsome face
betrays evident disturbance. 81 am
afraid l shall be out OF. town Very
provoking-an old engagement with a
relation"
.'Why stoop to prevarication, Sir
|, Reginald?" Blanche has risen now,
and her dark eyes are flashing. "You
are Your own master. See, mamma is
reckoning to me. Good night. You
will find it cool and pleasant on the
river tomorrow" And with this part
ing shot she is gone: leaving Vane,
looking decidedly foolish. and what is
worse, unpleasantly conscious that he is
looking so.
"By Ge6rgen' he soliloquizes, as he
lights cigar during his walk to his
club. ''How savage she can look when
she pleases! Yet [ don know but that
admire her all the more-a tiare-up
shows off those magnificent eyes and
the very fact of jealousy betrays an in
terest in my movements. Still, the
widow is decidedly pretty-and have
been down on my luck lately and sadly
need a windfall. And | really believe
she is fond OF me. dear little soul
And Sir Reginald Fane's rreAection,
not leading MIN to amy satisfactory con-
clusion. the next afternoon finds him at
Waterloo, taking a return ticket to
Twickenham. -
Five minutes walk from the latter
station brings him to charming little
villa. with green lawn sloping down to
the river, while from beneath weep
ing-ash dainty little figure. emerging
from the depths of chaise lor que,
comes with hand extended to meet
him. - E = -
In her eco. white summer draper:es
and with the tiickering sunDeams light
ing up her great childish blue eyes
and waves of pale gold halr, Mrs. Fair
fax IS as pleasant an object on blaz-
ing July day as any mans eye could
wish to rest upon. So Reggie Fane
thinks, as with Il sigh and murmur OF
satisfaction, he sinks into seat by her
side. takes off his hat, and helps HIM
self unlimited from the fra grant pile #
strawbelr eS in the basket nearat hand.
..Frightfully hot in London. is not it?"
asks his hostess, sympathetically. Even
here, Queenie and l have been able to
do nothing but lounge about in the
shade and eat Strawberries. Where is
the child. by-the-by?' 81
A tiny counterpart of herself, giving
promise of even greater beauty, here
comes up, and presents 81 little hand to
Fane; but when he attempts to kics her
she shakes her yellow curls over her
face and struggles away.
"Why, Queenie. what have l done?'
he asks, half-offended, yet too languid
to 90 in pursuit of the baby coquette.
The mother silvery laugh rings out
merrily. ..You forgot to take away the
rose she gave YOU when you were last
here. Never mind, Queenie, you must
forgive him now &
"And won't YOU bring me another in
token of pardon?'' as the rosebud
mouth meets his half-reluctantly.
tMeenie hesitates, but is finally con-
quered by that winning voice and
smile, and goes off in quest of the de-
sired gift. = ~
land now, Monsienr,' SAYS the, little
woman, leaning back on her cushions.
and surveying her visitor through the
large innocent blue eyes, chow has the
world been treating you since we last
met? Come, give an account of your
self. Where were you last nght?''
..Dined- at the st. Elmos Stupid
affair, and intolerably hot and no one
worth speaking to-"
miss Elliot was not there?' This
in careless little tone of inquiry.
"No. took in one of the girls of
the house, who had not two words to
say for herself
..And so left the field open for Your
eloquence! Come, Reggie, don't be
cross; take some more Strawberries.
want you to amuse me now you are
here. Where did you go afterwards"
ITO a couple of stupid Enthusiastically
a barbarous institution in this weather.
Lady Heatherington's rooms were toll
erably cool, however"
"And you enjoyed yourself there9 1t
is hardly like you to honor an evening
rout, when there is no dancing-unless
some special attraction tempted you"
"And how could that be, when you
were at Twickenham?" -
"Well meant, my friend, but hardly
so gracefully expressed as L should
have expected from you. Queenie, dar-
ling. run in and ask why they don't
bring tea rr ..-r<,<o
|. Herr it comes rand-confound it, II
another visitor. Why can not that butler
of yours learn discreBions"l ~
'Beeailse prefer to exercise my
own" replies Mrs. Fairfax. And the
little figure is drawn up, and the baby
face takes an expression for a moment
which warns Vane he has gone too far.
D. Who would have thought he muir
murs into his beard, that the little
pussy cat could show such claws?"
Meanwhile Mrs. Fairfax has risen and
moved forward toreceive her new guest.
The servant mumbles name which she
does not catch, and she lifts her pretty,
eyes in some perplexity to the
strangers face.