Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-10-30
AN ECCENTRIC HEIRESS.

Over the long brown level Of the land |
scape the pink coats made vivid spots !
The gray uppiled clouds parted here and |
there. giving passage to silver lances Of
slanting light. There was a sea wind at |
large, but it was tempered BY interme-
date spaces of sandbar and Of dead |
stretch of meadow grass, shriveled and
dry.
The hunt was over. The wind blew
up more keenly.
Its veering to the east" said the |
young man who rode at Miss Broekton's |
side, and who had managed to keep near |
her from start to finish. Fortunate we |
had such capital day. Therell be rain
tomorrow"
Nothing original in the remarks. But
then why expect originality? Mr.. Thomas
Ashington Revery was good looking
youth, who sat his mount well and was
quite faultless 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 rs hers-such marked, curious ways
OF looking at things and doing things
would really have seemed in questiuna-
bic form. She was even as unseizable at
every point M those long rays of silver
white light that filtered through the
clouds and melted and was gone again rs
you looked. Here, few minutes ago,
with the glad blood in her cheeks caused
nv ffn n1afI Il.
vivid. animated, pleased with herself,
with life, with her companion, perhaps.
And now that the latter had simply utter.
ed a word or two in n softer strain she
had stiifened and frozen, abruptly, un-
approachably.
D the whims of womeng said
Thomas Ashington Revery to himself.
SLOW is one to make Roadway with
such 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 aud said;
What has Mr.. Revery been doing?"
"Doingy Miss Brockton's magnificent
eyes flashed fire. "Do you suppose
care what that-creature doesg"
IF you don't care for him he cares for
you"
For met" Geraldine laughed with in
effable scorn. For my money, you
meant"
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, Geraldine, 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. b.
reasonable. | suppose you are not pre-.
pared to be an old maid? Then don't ask
too much Of men,.
Geraldine looked at her.
Il hate my money! she said, with
slow, vibrant intensity. IL hate i'll"
You would hate more being without
it," observed Mrs. Gwynne. slipping her
tea.
You think SOL said the girl coldly.
you are mistakens'
She paused abruptly. lad had burst
into the room, followed by young man,
tall and dark. This was Eddy, Miss
Broekton's brother and pet, and his tutor
The boy began TO chatter away to his
sister, but the tutor presently said;
Come, my boy"
"Shall ! give YOU cup of tea, Mr..
Severn asked Mrs Gwynne.
THANK you; no"
He was gone with the boy. Geraldine
had not spoken. After little she
laughed:
"What model tutor il isl How well
he keeps to his placed"
Mrs. Gwynne flushed angrily.
Il wonder at you, Geraldinel There
are times when you seem lacking not
only in feeling but in good tastel Mr..
Severn is a gentleman-a scholarl More
of gentleman and undoubtedly more of
scholar than any Gwynne OF Brockton,
perhaps"
Geraldine turned little pale.
How very cutting! How you take
Mr.. Seyern's part! Happy Mr.. Severnr'
Then, abruptly, without warning of any
sort, she bridged the space between her
self and the little Moorish stand, and
Mrs. Gwynne, in deep surprise. felt the
convulsiye clasp of two strong young
arms about her neck.
"Oh. Aunt Martha! Aunt Martha!
Aunt Martha! Don't mind me! Don't
scold me! Ill am unhappy! And in
Doubt ! am so tossed about, So
So
-why-Geraldine!
But the storm-or that phase OF il, at
least-had passed already. Geraldine
drew herself up. She set her teeth, her
lips.
But shall not lie any longer. am
resolved / shall know what to expectr'
Her eyes shone, brilliant smile flashed
over the traces OF tears. She opened the
door and vanished.
When Thomas Ashington Revery called
the next day Mrs. Gwynne was con-
strained to tell him that Miss BrockIon
had gone to town.
WHAT Already? She told me she
expected TO remain out until after the
last meet
"oh. size has only gone in for two OF
three days" Mrs Gwynne fastened TO
explain. ''She told me that she wished
to see her hwyer and her guardian.
Mrs. Gwynne smiled. 'You know, sh,
Is a creature Of moods"
Full well did Tom Revery know il,
Did one ever see clearly hoY one stool