The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-08-22

day, The following morning Lerd Har-
old bethoHght himself Of calling on the
Champions, and Mr.. Hastings volunteer
ed to accompany him. They found Lord
Lancing and his sister playing croquet
with Flora and Reginald Champion, and
on invitation Joined in the game. 1t was
curious enough that, although Flora look
ed handsome, and used all the arts they
had once thought fascinating, both these
men contrasted her unfavorabIy with her
cousin.
The two gentlemen did not arrive at
Endon Vale until it was time to dress
for dinner, and only just appeared in
the drawing room as the gong sounded
for the second time. Sir Clayton gave
his arm to the old French lady. Mr..
Hastings took his hostess, and Lord Har-
old followed with Winifred. They sat
side by side at dinner, and Enrol felt as
if he could scarcely take his eyes off her.
She laughed and talked with Lord Harold
in low, almost caressing voice, Mr..
Hastings thought; and it made his blood
boil.
Enrol had, of course, never heard Miss
Eyre sing. When they went into the
drawing room he said to her:
Il hear you sing very beautifully, Miss
Eyre. Will you give me the pleasure Of
hearing your yoiceY'
81 do not think my singing would give
you aAy pleasure" she answered, col@ly.
you are, of course, accustomed to hear
highly cultivated voices-mine is only a
rude, untaught, country one"
.He drew back, wounded to the quick.
do come and sing, Winifred," ex-
claimed Lord Harold. A..
+. Sitting down to the. piano, she sang her
most touching, plaintive songs, one after
the other, with pathos that went to the
heart Of each one who listened. She new
erz sang more beaatifully than on that
night, and Enrol leaned against the en-
brasure of the window, where his face
was screened from observation, and
drank i'm every tone Of the voice, which
was not only beautiful in itself, but
| which he loved. He never loved her be-
| fore or afterward as he loved her that
night, listening for the FIRST time to the
exquisite tenderness of her voice.
When Winifred finally left the piano
she passed close to the curtain, and Enrol
came forward. She spoke on the inpalse
of the moment.
"After all, my singing was not worth
your thanks"
"You did not sing for me-" he answer
ed, bitterly.
Later, thinking over the events of the
evening, he found it an utter impossible
ity to arrive at any definite conclusion
as to the feelings and motives which IN
| fuenced Winifred's conduct toward him
! Was his presence really hateful to her?-
| did she bear an unrelenting anger toward
| him for his unworthy treatment Of hel
| long ago-and had every vestige Of thu
love he knew she had once borne hin
died out?
"Bahv' he thought, 81 am fool for m!
pains. Is it possible that l, who am t.
all intents and purposes a man Of thu
world, should find myseR eating my hear
out for the love Of simple little coun
try girl? Tomorrow shall decide my fu
ture course of action, and if see she doe
not care for me l will school myself t.
meet her with indifference"
At breakfast the following morning
both Sir Clayton and Lady Grace Far
quhar pressed him to stay until the mex
day, and he consented.
"And now," said Lady Grace, 'yol
young people must go for long ride thi
lovely morning, and l shall shut mysel
up with my husband and his learne'
folios."
Lord Harold went to order the horses
Winifred no longer rode the quiet old ba
horse, but handsome chestnut Sir Clay
= ton had bought for her. Until the prev
GUS day Winifred had never in her lif
been provoking or a hirt. but OF cOurs
those qualities must have been dorman
somewhere in her heart, or they woul
scarcely have cropped up like the drae
on's teeth at moments notice. Tn
whole ride through she fattered and f1irt
ed with Lord Harold, and uttered littl
malicious, biting remarks to Mr.. Has
ings, with the most naive, unconscior
innocence.
The ride must have been fraught wit
; considerable enjoyment for Enrol, as eN
cry turning, every fence, every heat
: seemed to bring to Winifred's min
| some agreeable "Reminiscences connecte
with her other companion. As they wer
nearing the park gates, farmer stoppe
Lord Harold to speak about some bus
ness, and Mr.. Hastings and Winifre
| rode on. Enrol bent down toward ht
presently.
Miss Eyre, have l no hope that yo
8 will ever feel kinder toward me tina
/ you do now?"
/. 81 have no unkind feeling toward yo
: Mr.. Hastings"
/, "Then shall l say less Indifferent
"Can one help feeling inditferentE r
I tnrtad Winifred
81 He turned away, stung to the quick.
0 Winifred kept up the same demean'
: toward the two men during the VINO
ride; and then at night, when she wei
t to her room, she cried bitterly, and hate
= and reproached herself unreasenably.
!, Il do love him-I do love him. 81
sobbed to herself over and over agall
but the next morning she was as co
Q and reRellent to him as ever, and won
d hardly wish him good-by before he noun
y ed and rode away.
l. The afternoons post bag contained tV
d letters in the same handwriting +.
t Winifred, the other for Lady Grace. Ii
s correspondent was Mrs. Clayton.
:. "Dear Winifred' (she wrote to the 10
9 mer(-''Do ask Lady Grace Farquhar