Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-02-01
CHATTER XIV.

Lady Seagrove was the happy pos
SCISSOR of grand old mansion at CHS
wick. The grounds attached TO 1t were
extensive and beautiful; some OF the
finest trees in England were to be
found there-stately oaks and spread
ing cedars, chestnut trees that were
magnificent when in bloom, magnolias
that filed the air around with per-
fumes, silver birches, aspens, copper
beeches that looked like FURNISHED
gold in the sun. From the grounds
there were some beautiful views of the
river. Pretty seats and garden chairs
had been placed under the trees.
Once during every season Lady Sea-
grove gave grand fete in the grounds,
and it was eagerly anticipated and en-
joyed. After crowded theaters, heated
bathrooms and their artificial atmos-
Phere, it was refreshing to see nothing
but green foliage and blooming flowers.
Fair faces looked fairer In the sun
light, people we're less artificial, less
.ceremOnious there.
Lady Charnleigh was queen OF the
tete, as she had been queen Of the ball.
She looked daintily beautiful In her
dress Of rich Indian muslin, with its
trimmings Of costly lace; pretty little
hat shaded her lovely face, and gave q
coquettish appearance that did not
usually distinguish her. She looked
around her, but did not see the one
face and figure that had haunted her
all night.
AS soon as she appeared Lady Charm
leigh was surrounded by a little
knot of courtiers; first and foremost
was Lord Falcon, who watched her de-
lighted face with smile.
rs this the first fete you have at
tended, Lady Charnleigh?" he asked,
wien, after great maneuvering he had
secured seat by her side.
YES" she replied.
! Il thought SO; your face tells your
every thought as plainly as your lips
speak them"
q Then | must train my face" she
said, 1t is very inconvenient to have
ones thoughts guessed. :"
Lord Falcon sighed.
why do you sigh?" she asked,
simply.
., Twas thinking that the fairer and
more dainty the bloom, the more easily
II is brushed from the flower. l was
wondering If few seasons in town
would make you as artificial and world
ay as other girls.
! Il am worldly now" she said, with
low, ripping laugh; that is, love the
world and everything in it,"
/ THAT is not being worldly, Lady
lCharnleigh, he rejoined, half sadly;
then he looked at her in wonder-a
beautiful light had come into those
violet eyes, sudden flush to the fair
face. The flush died away, leaving the
face pale, with the least possible
culver.
He had his own share of vanity, and
believed that his words had moved her.
How could he guess that in the far dis
lance, between the waving foliage she
had seen the grand Saxon head and
fair, handsome face Of Sir Bertram
Gordon?
All the serene and beautiful calm
was over. Her heart beat, her whole
soul was engrossed with one idea
would he learn that she was there?
Would he come to speak to her? She
said to herself that Lord Falcon, the
greatest match in England, was most
tiresOme man. She wondered why he
persisted in sitting there talking nom
sense and looking at her, while the
young lord from her silence began to
hope that at last he was making some
impression upon her.
II would make her an offer at once,
hethought to himself, "but that my
mother so strongly advises me to
wait"
4 wish he would go away" thought
Lady Oharnleigh; then perhaps Sir
Bertram might see me"
She sat in silence some minutes
longer, and then silence and inactivity
became a torture to her. What II he
should leave the grounds without see
ing her? What if he should go away
and she should never see him again?
.e'] Il wish to find Lady Fanshawe," she
said, rising; and Lord Falcon, to his
annoyance, saw that the interview was
ended.
They found Lady Fanshawe deep in
CONVEX alton with the Duchess; from
thewellpleased faces of both, the sub
ject had evidently been satisfactory
Then Falcoln left the heiress with a
bow, .inwardly resolving that the time
should be as short as possible before he
g made her his wife. Then, oh, then
the sun grew brighter, deeper, fuller
beauty fell on flower and tree, for Sir
iBertram had seen her, and he was
coming, Bright, sweet roses on her
tace. Walcomedl him. smiles for which