The Chanute times., 1900-11-16
UnArTER vl.-(Continued.)

daily more silent and morose. an
while she absolutely adored tn
ground her little French dandy of
son stepped upon, they often had fierc
quarrels In private.
Madames only amusement was reck
less driving, and the sight of the mai
phaeton with its fiery chestnuts tear
ing about the country, and madame
sitting square and grim in the driving
seat, grew q familiar one round Rev
erton. Henri generally declined to ac
company her; he had not nerve Il
stand it, nor had Kate; but Mollie oft
ell went for she rather enjoyed 1t, ant
it had the great advantage Of taking
her out of Hcnri's society for time
at is all very WE'LL" exclaimed Reg
gle half angrily. Let her break hel
own neck IL 1t pleases her, but she has
no business to break yours!"
1t was a glorious spring afternoon
bright sunshine was hooding the quain
old Reverton High street, and tha
phaeton had no sooner drawn up with
a clatter before the post Office, and
macame gone in, than Mr.. Anstruth-
ers tall, soldiery form appeared at
the Conservative club doorway oppo-
site, and he lost no time in coming
round to Molle's side. The groom
was at the excited horses heads, so
they could talk unrestrainedly, and as
Reggie's brown face was upturned to
Mollie's, and his blue eyes sought hers,
they were certainly making the most
of their chance.
81 don't mind; she drives very
WE'LL" she replied. "You never saw
such strong hands as she hast"
"She drives as If she were pos
we'll, 1t is not fit for you to be whirled
round the country like a tornado"
1T is better than stopping at home"
Mollie answered, laughing. "You see,
there is no room for Henri"
Henri" said Mr.. Anstruther, with
a slight grimace. "One rarely sees
you nowadays without that detestable
little tailor's block. There, Mollie, l
beg your pardon; you may like him,
but you are not going to throw over
your old friends for your new, are
you? The mater and Joyce declare
that they believe you are not allowed
to come to see them. Tell Inc, is it
true?"
II am afraid it is, Reggie" was the
response. given dolefully. "Please beg
them not to think me ungrateful. 1t
is not very nice at Chalfont; but shall
do the best"
1T is a burning shame!" he burst
out hotly. "What right have they to
make you unhappy? 1 should like to
wiring their necks."
Don't be bloodthirsty"- and she
laughed. "And l do not intend to
be unhappy, especially if you will ex-
plan to Mrs. Anstruther-"
"All right" replied Reggie prompt
ly; then persuasively: "Mollie, don't
you think that 1t is very selfish Of you
to wear those violets, when you see
that l have none?"
Il had not thought of 1t in that
light" she said demurely. Poor lit
tie Kate gathered them for me-"
Suppose you see how they look In
my coat?"
We'll I don't wish to be selfish"
she said, unfastening them, and lean
ing down to put them in his out
stretched hand.
Reggie caught the hand, flowers and
all, and, as he looked up into those
beautiful soft grey eyes that had
played such havoc with his heart, he
said, with quickening breath:
Look here, Mollie, l hate to think
of you miserable; 1t is more than L
than any fellow can stand. Oh.
bother! here she comes! l can see
her feathers bobbing through the door.
When shall see you again?"
impossible to say, for madame and
Henri seem to have taken a dislike to
everyone. But don't worry. am not
miserable; at least, not very; tell
Joyce"
"And Henri-do you Ike him? Is he
a pretty good sort?" he demanded
hastily.
But madame had caught sight Of
pair of broad shoulders, a closely
cropped sunny head, and ere Mollie
could reply she had swept out, her
glance falling with equal d.sfavor on
Reggie fastening the violets in his but
tonhole, and Mollie's smiling face.
You arc making long stay in Rev
erton this time, Mr.. Anstruther," she
said blandly, as che gathered ul the
reins.
'Yes, there Is no place like home,
and have heaps of friends herei" he
answered pleasantly. raising his hat.
by the way, Nadine Dubois. hope
the rumor I heard at the club this aft
ernoon is true-that the police have
some important clue respecting poor
Mr.. Barlowe's assailant?"
For a moment madame turned her
eyes with a quick. Wild glance on him.
reminding Mollie somehow Of a savags
anima' aught in a trap: but the next