The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-01-07
CHAPTER Y.


therefore no qualms about being little
brusque with her where occasion demands
Il.
Have a game?" says he. His sugges-
ton is full of playfulness; his tone, how
ever, is stern.
Dear Felix. vhy?' says she, smiling up
at him beautifully. There is even sus-
piciOn Of amusement in her smile.
"A change" says he. His words this
time might mean something, his tone any
thing. She can read either as she plcases.
True says she, laughing. There is
nothing like change. You have awakened
me TO a delightful fact, Lord Baltimore,
turning languidly to her companion. who
has been little distract since his wife and
son passed by him. What DO You say TO
trying change for just we two|
If you will says Baltimore, still lit
tie vaguely. He gets up. however, and
stretches his arms indolently above his
head as one might who is fiinging from
him the remembrance of an unplea
dream.
The sun here is intolerable," says Lady
Swansdown, rising, too. More than one
can endure. Thanks, dear Felix, for your
suggestion. | should never have thought
Of the glade if you hadn't asked me to play
that game"
She smiles a little maliciously at by
sart and, accompanied by Lord Baltimore,
moves away from the assembled groups
upon the lawn to the dim recesses OF the
leafy glade
Sold" says Mr. Browne 10 Dysart II
is always impossible for Dickey to hold
his tongue. But you needn't look 50 cut
up about it. 'Tisn't good enough, my dear
fellow. | know EN- both by heart. Bal
timorc is as much in love with her as he
is with his Irish tenants, but his magma
tion is his strong point, and it pleases him
TO think he has found at last for the TWEEN
tieth time a soiace for all his woes in the
disnterested love of somebody. it really
never matters who
There is more in it than you think :"
says Dysart, gloomjly.
Not 4 fraction" airily.
And what Of her? Lady Swansdown?"
"of her, Her heart has been in such
constant use for years that by this time
it must be in tatters. Give up thinking
about that. All, here is my beloved girl
again.. He makes an elaborate gesture of
delight rs he sees joyce advancing in his
direction. Dear Joyce" heaming on her.
who shall say there is nothing in animal
magnetism. Here have been just talking
about you to Dysart and telling him what
lost soul | feel when you're away. and
instantly, rs if in answer to my keen de
sire, YOU appear before me.
Why aren't you playing Tennis de
mands Miss Kavanagh, with 4 cruel disre-
gard of this tlowery speech.
Because l was waiting for you"
We'll, III beat YOU" says she. Il al
ways do"
Hotter and hotter grows the sun; the
evening comes on apace; n few people
from neighboring houses have dropped in,
Mrs. Monlton among others, with Tommy
in tow. The latter who is supposed 10
entertain a strong affection for Lady Bal
timorc's little son, no sooner. however.
sees Dicky Browne than he gives himself
up to his keeping. What the attraction is
that Mr.. Browne has for children has
never yet been clearly defined.
IN stay with Dicky," says Tommy.
hinging himself broadcast on Mr..
Brownies reluctant chest, that gives forth
a compulsory "Woush" as he does 50.
Hell tell Inc 4 story
Don't be unhappy, Mrs. Monkton,"
says the latter, when he has recovered a
little from the shock; Tommy is a we'll
grown boy with Il sufficient amount of adj
pose matter about him to make his descent
felt. III promise to be careful Nothing
French. | assure you. Nothing that could
shock the young mind or teach it how to
shoot in the wrong direction. My tales
are always strictly moral
We'll, Tommy. be good" saws Mrs.
Monkton, with 4 last imploring glance at
her son. who has already forgotten her
existence. being lost in wild wrestling
match with his new friend. With deem
forebodings his mother leaves him and
goes upon her way. Passing Joyce. she
says IN Il low whisper:
Keep an eye on Tommy
Yes. I'll look after him"
And 50 perhaps she might have done mad
not a light step sounding just behind her
chair at this moment caused her 10 start
to look rouud-to forget all but what
She now secs.
lie IS a very aristocratic looking man.
tall, with large limbs. and big indeed in
every way. His eyes are light. his nose
a handsome Roman. his forehead massive
and if not grand in the distinctly intel
lectual way. still n fine forehead and i'm
pressive. His hands are of a soodIv size
but eXquisitely proportional. and very
white. the skin almost delicate. He j
rather like his sister. Lady Baltimore. and
Yet 50 different from her in every way that
the resemblance that is there tormeDts
the observer
"Nhy, says joyce. L ! the most fool
.Sh exclamation. and means nothing but
She finds herself little taken off her