The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1894-01-17
STRANGE WEIRD FASCINATING STORY OF LOVE AND HATE
TOLD IN A NOVEL MANNER, VIVID IN THE PlCTUaING OF
EXCITING SITUATIONS.
Full vrty Dramatic Power Stirring and Effective Charming
and Exciting.
THE READER FEELS THAT MORE THAN SPECTATOR OF
THE EVENTS AND TAKES PERSONAL INTEREST
IN THE UNFOLDING OF PLOT
Mastery Tale By Leading Author Julian Hawthorn
and Mystery Of the East.

noticed that tor the first time Miss For.
restal's color slowly deepened. | cannot
imagine why. Perhaps the blush be
longed to an earlier period of the evening
and she had merely postponed it till now.
That is sometimes the way with persons
whose thoughts and emotions come from
far below the surface.
Henry Mainwaring!" she said, rs If
to herself. Then to mother, do you
expect him back sOon?
Mother shook her head mournfully. !
said, Perhaps in seven days, perhaps in
seven years-there's no telling"
IF | only knew where he was, I'd
write him to come on mt once. said John
in an emphatic tone.
At this point the servant came in to
announce supper-a meal which is ordi-
narily little more than Il ceremony with
us, but which tonight was more substan-
tial on account Of our cousin. who had
probably had no dinner. IF you would
like to make any changes in your dress.
my dear" said mother as we arose.
.'you can take all the time you want"
perhaps had better brush my hair"
she answered. And so the two ladies
went out, leaving Johnand me together.
He thrust his hands III his pockets.
turned on his heel and walked to the
window, where he stood looking out,
though he could see nothing.
"Do you think she's pretty" inquired
at length.
II don't know. rye seen nobody like
her." he replied after pause. Then he
came away from the window and sat
down and patted the collie until the
ladies reappeared. So fur as | remember
nothing of importance occurred during
that evening.
| am of Johns way of thinking |
have seen nobody like her. But | have
no doubt about her good looks. She is a
beautiful girl. She has beauty of ex-
preston and movement as well as of
form, feature and color. But it is an un-
usual type. Shei is as dark as Spaniard.
with abundance of black hair, not shiny,
but soft and lusterless, like black smoke
condensed. Her skin is pale transpar-
ent brown, looking like antique ivory at
night and almost golden when the sun
falls ON it. Her eyebrows and eyelashes
are black, but her eyes are blue-a warm
blue, like spring violets. The blood
shows through her cheeks more than
with Spanish women.
Her nose is rather small, delicately
nodded aquiline. Mother has a hand
some nose, but it seems coarse in com
parison with this. 1t gives an exquisitely
- 90 -, 10 thnE a
it is not such a nose as members OF the
English aristocracy are apt to have. 1t
seems to indicate refinement of soul and
noble spirit. rather than mere high breed
ing and blue blood. Her countenance
has the charm of originality-as if she
were the first of her I'd. rather than
the last of somebody q lnever saw
my uncle Edward. Lut he must have
been an extraordinary Englishman If his
daughter resembles him. She must take
after her mother. ii any one, and yet,
according to mother. Uncle Edwards
wife was an invalid and rather plain.
No doubt there is great deal of exag-
geration and humbug in the theory Of
heredity.
| AS | have already intimated, John
would unquestionably marry Sinhre II
she would have him. But neither he
nor nor mother can tell for certain
whether she will have him. All the cir
cumstances render it probable, but you
can no more look into this girls heart
+, than you can look into polished steel
breastplate. Yet there must be some
method of reading her, and shall dis
cover ii in time. She is probably ro-
mantle. lcaEe into mothers boudoir
the other morning Mother was not
there, but Sinfre was standing in front
of Henry's portrait, which hangs on the
wall, rapt in contemplation of 1t. Hen
ry is a very good looking fellow. The
portrait scarcely does him justice, and
| said as much when she became aware
| of nv presence.
''iitIe are some People, replied Sim
fire, ''whose portraits prefer to them
selves"
1T would need very good portrait
to make that true of Henry" said I,
"Oh, l mean portrait can do no
harmr she rejoined.
HAS any one ever done you any
But she only looked at me TRANQUILITY
and said; II was not thinking OF myself.
A good portrait might correct mistake
one had made about the original OF 1t.
The artist would see without prejudice,
and so his Interpretation would be deep
err and truer."
Ireplied that there might be two sides
TO that question. Prejudice might see
more keenly II not more broadly than
impartiality. and love, which Is the
height Of prejudice. is not blind, as the