The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-12-09
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''What.'
"Why, the feud."
"Oh!"
After this there wassilence again till
we reached the spot where our roads di-
verged. reined up my horse and lifted
my hat. Miss Marston looked up sud-
denly.
..Thank you SO muchl Yes. it is
rather BORE isn't it?" And with lit
tie laugh and little blush she trotted
off. Moreover, she looked over her
shoulder once before a turn of the road
hid her from my sight,
"It's COMPOUNDED bore!" said / to
myself as rode away alone
My father was very firm man. am
not Sir Matthew Marston's son, and
do not scruple to describe him as an OBJ.
stinate man, but in this world the peo-
pie who say eyes" generally beat the
people who say "No;" hence comes
progress or decadence, which you will,
and, although both Sir Matthew and
my father insisted that the acquaintance
between Miss Marston and myself should
not continue, the acquaintance did con-
tinue. We met out hunting and also
when we were not hunting anything ex-
cept one another. The truth is that we
had laid our heads together (only meta
phorically, am sorry to say and de-
termined that the moment for an am
nesty had arrived. 1t was 40 years or
more since the colonel had-or had not
stolen the maharajah's rubies. Many
suns had gone down on the wrath Of
both families. A treaty must be made.
about the crime; the Merridews must
consent to forgive the false accusation.
The Indianapolis rubies had vanished
from the earth Their evil deeds must
live after them no longer. Sylvia and
agreed on all these points one morning
in the woods among the primroses.
'.Of course, though, the colonel took
Them, said Sylvia by way Of closing
the discussion.
Nothing Of the sort" said l, rather
emphatically.
Sylvia sprang away from me. A bean-
tiful, stormy color flooded her cheeks.
"You say" she exclaimed indignant
ly, "that you-that you-that you
that you-well. that you care for me-
and yeti
"The colonel certainly took themY'
cried hastily.
"Of course he did!" said Sylvia. with
radiant smile.
assumed most aggrieyed express
sion.
"You profess, said plaintively,
"to have-to have-to have-well, to
have some pity Oh me, and YETI
= He didn't take themp' cried Sylvia
impulsively.
That matter seemed to be settled quite
satisfactorily. and we passed into an
other. -
elbow dare tell papa?' asked Sylvia
apprehensively.
"Well, shall have row with the
governor, l reflected ruefully.
''Horrid old rubies! lwish they were
at the bottom of the sea!'' said Sylvia.
II wish they were round your neck, -
said l.
Chow can you. Mr.. Merridew?" muir
INJURED Sylvia.
81 could say great deal more than
thatl' cried Bat she would not lei
me.
Now, as went home from this in
terview I was, l protest, moro filled
with regrets that the maharajah IS rubies
, could not adorn and be adorned by Syl
Was neck than with apprehensions a!
!, to the effect my communication might
= have upon my father. Whether Colone
= Merridew had stolen them or not be-
came subordinate question. The grea
y problem was, Where We're they? Why
. were they not round Sylvia's neck?
: suffered sense of personal loss hardly
less acute than the emotion that hat
. brought Sir George Marston posthast'
to the colonel's house 40 years before
/ was SO engrossed with this aspect o
. the case that, as my father and I sa
over our cigarettes after dinner. ex
claimed inadvertently:
" GLOW splendidly they'd have suite
her. by .Jove!'
Whenever anybody in our famil.
spoke of they or "them" withou
further Identification he was under
=, stood to refer to the maharajah 'srubies
y "Whom would they have suited:'
asked my father.
a "Why, Sylvia Marston," ! said.
- When you have an awkward disclc
sure to rpalie, there is nothing like com
mittinc Yourself to it ct once bv an il