Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1902-03-06
CHAPTER XIV.

Going TO where Tom Peyton Is dill
gently wedding. Griselda takes him "a
task.
why didn't you tell me your sister
was the sweetest woman ON EARTH" dc.
mands she, In quite an aggrieved tone.
Because she isa't." says Tom. striv.
ing with giant dock that has trencher.
onsly concealed itself beneath the spread.
ing leaves OF a magnificent dahlia, you
are that"
''Nunaensrs' says Grlscida: ana then.
'1)h. TONI what DO sou think she Il
g0ing 20 do-at 0ncel She III going "a
make an effort 10 induce Uncle Gregory
20 let Vera aud me stay with her az The
Friars' Only fancy if she succeeds!
Wasn't Il perfectly lovely OF her to think
OF III"
'oh, she isn't bad" says her brother.
broadly; "but may ask how she pro-
poses tackling the old gehtlcman7"
Through seaton."
''lf Seaton helps her.
The words die on his lips. his jubilant
air forsakes hm--having turned a cor
ner OF the secluded pathway they had
chosen, they run right into the arms OF
Seaton Dysart! For moment the two
men gaze blankly into each Others eyes.
What Is the meaning Of this masQue.
radeT demands Dysart presently with
nn angry frown: what brings you here,
Peyton, In that dress, and with my
cousin?"
"You certainly have every right TO
ask" says Peyton. with a ruefui glance
at his damnatory clothing, "but surely
you might guess the answer. The fact
Is, Pm-in lover He makes this con.
fession with careful artlessness not to
be surpassed
"ln ove?" exclaims Dysart, frowning
still more darkly.
Quite So" amiably; "fve fathoms
deep. And your father being so--so-ex-
elusive" making hard fight for civil
word, Il couldn't manage to see her in
any orthodox fashion, 50 took service
here"
Her? whom1' asks Dysart, changing
color. A sudden light flashes into his
eyes; to him, as to Tom Peyton, there Is
but one "her" In the world.
why, Griselda." says the latter, as II
amazed at the others stupidity.
"And what do you suppose will be the
upshot of all this?" sternly.
THAT, my dear fellow. Is what | have
never yet gone into. But marriage,
hope"
"Pshaww says Dysart, impatiently, !,
"and what Of Griselda7"
"Griselda has confessed that she--likes
me little. say, Dysart,o with a sud
den change OF tone, ''you won't tell your
dad-eh7"
Il am much more likely to tell your
sister" says Seaton, angrlly.
You needn't. She knows. She was
here just now, and Is full of a desire to
kldnap Griselda and carry her away to
The Friars. say, Dysart, my sister de-
pends upon you to- make your governor
give his consent to the girls going on a
visit to her; you won't dsappoint her.
chi"
IN do what I can," gravely; "but /
shouldn't advise you to be too sanGuine
as to the result of my interference
True to his word, Seaton managed, af-
ter hard fight, to secure his fathers
consent that Vera and Grlselda might
pay two weeks visit to Lady Rivers.
dale.
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rive and enter the spacious hall of The
Friars, that now is filed with a delicate,
somher light A crimson stream from
painted window, somewhere in the dis
tance, casts a food OF glory, blood-red, at
Vera's feet, and a. comfortable tinkling
Of spoons clinking against china smites
their ears.
At the top Of the room, reclining in a
rather listless fashion on some velvet
cushions, are two little girls, Qaite lovely
enough to arrest the gaze of any casual
observer, They have given in to the GU
riosity attendant on the entrance OF the
new guests, and fix their large wide eyes
on Vera, who, In turn. looks back on
them with certain interest.
Lady Riversdale, by word--an In
tensely proud, fond word--had intimated
that they were her children. The young
er, taking her courage in both hands,
slips her little slim fingers under the