Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-10-21
AN ECCENTRIC HEIRESS.

Over the long brown level Of the land
scape therpink coats made vivid spots.
The gray Implied clouds parted here and
there, giving passage to silver lances Of
slantiDg light There was sea wind at
large, but it was tempered by interrne-
date spaces Of sandbar and Of dead
stretch of meadow grass, shriveled and
dry.
The hunt was over. The wind blew
up more keenly.
ats veering TO the east" said the
Young man who rode at Miss Brockton's
side, and who had managed to keep near
her from start to finish. Fortunate we
had such capital day. There'll be rain
tomorrow.
Nothing original in the remarks. But
then why expect originality? Mr.. Thomas
Ashington Revery was a good looking
youth, who sat his mount well and was
quite fauItless in the matter Of coats and
collars, nails and hands and boots
What more could one ask?
But Miss Geraldine Brockton appeared
to have an attitude Of asking the absurd,
the impossible. Had she not owned q
million in her own right such peculiari-
ties as hers-such marked, curious WAYS
of looking at things and doing things
would really have seemed in questiona-
bic form. She was even as unseizable at
every point as those long rays of silver
white light that filtered through the
clouds and melted and was gone again as
you looked. Here, few minutes ago.
with tine glad blood in her cheeks caused
by the rapid motion, she had seemed
vivid, animated, pleased with herself,
with life, with her companion, perhaps.
And now that the latter had simply utter
ed word or two in a softer strain she
had stiffened and frozen, abruptly, I'm
approachably.
ID the whims of women said
Thomas Ashington Revery to himself.
"How is one to make Roadway with
such a girl as this?'
When Miss Brockton had dismounted
at her own door she went straight into
the pretty room where sat her chaperone,
relative and companion, Mrs. Gwynne,
making tea.
This lady glanced up. caught the look
in the girls eye and said:
What has Mr.. Revery been doingY'
"DoingF' Miss Brockton's magnificent
eyes flashed fire. "Do you suppose
care what that-creature does:"
IF you don't care for him he cares for
you"
"For me!' Geraldine laughed with in
effable scorn. For my money, you
mean"
So that was the trouble again. Mrs.
Gwynne had perceived at once that the
girl was in one of her moods"
Il shall advise you, Gera ldine, to rid
yourself of that prepossession of yours.
You are grown morbid on the subject.
You are quite capable of being liked for
yourself, even if you are an heiress. Be
reasonable. | suppose you are not pre-
pared to be an old maid? Then don't ask
too much of men,
Geraldine looked at her.
II hate my money! she said, with
slow, vibrant intensity. II hate it'll"
You would hate more being without
it, observed Mrs. Gwynne, slipping her
tea.
You think soT' said the girl coldly.
You are mistaken,"
She paused abruptly. A lad had burst
INTO the room. followed by a young man,
tall and dark. This was Eddy, Miss
brockton's brother and pet, and his tutor
Inc boy began to chatter away to his
sister but the tutor presently said:
Come, my boy"
Shall l give you cup of tea, Mr..
Severn asked Mrs. Gwynne.
THANK you; no."
de was gone with the boy Geraldine
had not spoken. After a little she
laughed:
What model tutor it isl How well
ne Keeps to his placer
Mrs Gwynne flushed angrily.
i wonder at you, Geraldine! There
are Times when you seem lacking not
only In feeling but in good taste! Mr.
severn is gentleman-a scholar! More
oi gentleman and undoubtedly more of
scholar than any Gwynne of Brockton,
perhaps."
ueraldlne turned little pale.
n now very cutting! How you take
MI Severn's part! Happy Mr.. Severn!"
men, abruptly, without warning of any
sort she bridged the space between her.
sen and the little Moorish stand, and
.ais uwynne. in deep surprise, felt the
oonVuislve clasp of two strong young
arms about her neck.
oh. Aunt Martha! Aunt Martha!
aunt Martha! Don't mind mel Don't
S Stoiu me! Ill am unhappy. And in
uouot! am so tossed about! So
So
-why-Geraldine!
ou' the storm-or that phase of it, at
N'.had passed already. Geraldine
lips. Inv 'e' "e' 'ee'n' "''
but shall not be any longer. am
Ig'veu! shall know what to expectr'
iei eyes shone. brilliant smile flashed
AZ. az Tue traces of tears. She opened the
uoOr and vanished.
81, men Thomas Ashington Revery called
sno next dav Mrs. Gwynne was con-
Las s'nea TO tell him that Miss Brockton
uaa gone to town.
exn' "nati Already? She told me she
last Meet w '''''' ''''e' '"e
tb,0 W. she has only gone in for two or
srn Je uays, Mrs. Gwynne FASTENED to
10 p]lh, She told me that she wished
Mr. s' q ner lawyer and her guardian.