Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-03-15

CHAPTER V.
When a corner near the rhododendrons
has concealed them from view, Dysart
rises from his seat and goes deliberately
sver 10 where Lady Swansdown is sitting.
she Is an old friend Of his, and he has
therefore no qualms about being a little
brusque with her where occasion demands
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Have game? says he. His sugses-
oon is full Of playfulness; his tone. how
ever. is stern.
Dear Felix. why?' says she, smiling up
st him beautifully. There is even a sus-
p!cion OF amusement in her smile.
a changer' says he. His words this
eme might mean something, his tone any
thing She can read either as she pleases.
True says she, laughing. There is
nothing like change. You have awakened
ne to a delightful fact. Lord Baltimore"
turning languidly to her companion, who
has been little distrait since his wife and
son passed by him. What do you say to
tying change for just we two"
"If you WILL" says Baltimore, still Q lit
tle vaguely. He gets up, however, and
stretches his arms indolently above his
head as one might who is hinging from
him the remembrance of an unpleasa Mt
dream.
"The sun here is intolerable," says Lady
ewansdown, rising, too. More than one
can endure. Thanks, dear Felix, for your
suggestion. l should never have thought
Of the glade if you hadn't asked me to play
that game
She smiles a little maliciously at Dy.
sart and, accompanied by Lord Baltimore,
moves away from the assembled groups
upon the lawn TO the dim recesses of the
leafy glade.
"Sodr' says Mr.. Browne to Dysart. 1t
q always impossible for Dickey to hold
his tongue. But you needn't look so cut
up about it. 'Tisn't good enough. my dear
fellow | know 'em both by heart. Bal
timore is as much in love with her as he
q with his Irish tenants, but his imagina-
ton is his strong point. and it pleases him
30 think he has found at last for the twen-
deth time a solace for all his woes in the
dlsnterested love of somebody, it really
aever matters who"
There is more in il than you think"
ays Dysart, glOOmily.
Not a fraction" airily.
"And what of her? Lady Swansdown"
"0f her. Her heart has been in such
constant use for years that by this time
II must be in tatters. Give up thinking
about that. Ali here is my beloved girl
agan"' He makes an elaborate gesture Of
delight as he sees Joyce advancing in his
direction. Dear Joyce!' beaming on her,
who shall say there is nothing in animal
magnetism. Here l have been just talking
about you to Dysart, and telling him what
q lost soul l feel when you're away, and
Instantly. as if in answer to my keen de-
si-
why aren't you playing tennis?" de-
mands Miss Kavanagh, with a cruel disre
gard Of this flowery speech.
Because l was waiting for you"
well, I'll beat you," says she. Il al
ways do"
Hotter and hotter grows the sun; the
evening comes on apace; q few people
from neighboring houses have dropped in,
Mrs. Monkton among others, with Tommy
In tow. The latter, who is supposed to
entertain strong affection for Lady Bal
tmore's little son, no sooner, however,
sees Dicky Browne than he gives himself
up to his keeping. What the attraction 10
that Mr.. Browne has for children has
never yet been clearly defined.
I'll stay with Dicky," says Tommy,
finging himself broadcast on Mr..
compulsory .'WoughT as he does 20.
He'll tell me a story"
Don't be unhappy, Mrs. Monkton,"
says the latter, when he has recovered Q
little from the shock; Tommy is a WELL
grown boy with sufficient amount of adj
pose matter about him to make his descent
fea I'm promise to be careful. Nothing
French, assure you. Nothing that could
Ind fno oh . hox
shoot in the wrong direction. Ny tales
are always strictly moral"
Wen, Tommy, be goodr says Mrs.
Monkton, with last imploring glance at
her son. who has already forgotten her
existence, being lost in a wild wrestling
match with his new friend. With deep
forebodings his mother leaves him and
goes upon her way. Passing Joyce, she
says in a low whisper:
Keep an eye on Tommy
1es, III look after him."
AND so perhaps she might have done had
not light step sounding just behind her
ehalr at this moment caused her to start
10 look round-to forget al but what
she now sees.
ne is a very aristocratic looking man,
"1l' with large limbs, and big indeed in
every way. His eyes are light, his nose
handsome Roman, his forehead ma ssive,
ana II not grand in the distinctly intel
Rctual way, still fine forehead and i'm
presslTe. His hands are Of a goodly size,
out exquisitely proportioned, and very
white the skin almost delicate. He is
lather Ike his sister. Lady Baltimore. and
!els SO different from her in every way that
the resemblance that is there torments
the observer
=, "hy" says Joyce. 1t is the most fool
isn exclamation, and means nothing, but
que nhds herself little taken off her
guard guard ! didn't know you were here."
She has half risen.
Neither did I-how dye do, Dysart?-
until half an hour ago Won't you shake
hands?"
ne hoIds out his own ha nd to her as he
eaHs. There is a quizzical lisht in his
Ses a. he .rAsks. nothing offend, but
,se ne can see that he finds amusement in
,r iact that the girl has been so much
,ba. btessed by his unexpected appearance
a, sue sne mas even forgotten the small acts
tr;oy eIur'esy with which we greet ou,
lends. Lends. She had, indeed, been dead t.
.vy,ning but his coming.
r.. u came" falters she. stammerina
as she notes her mistake.