Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-01-27

mo. sir, never! We're like brother
and sister, nothing else, save my un.
cle's absurd, obstinate nov cured
whim since childhood to match his heir
with Brookwood's heiress. Odzooks.
Ken, you're like every other swain that
ever sighed-always looking for rival
to be jealous of. Lady Di cares for
you. An you doubted it before, tits
time to take up hope. since you are ask
ed TO Brookwood for visit, and go
popping off tonight, with me left home
TO think alone on Peggy"
BOUNDS, sir, it's not YOU only that's
thinking of herr" cries the young man,
rising and crossing to the fire. But
what would you? If call out the bell
man, publish her disappearance in the
newspapers. get word to my father
and my mother-what comes oft all
but scandal and like as not dad an
apoplexy and my lady mother a set
of fits and deathbed"
Ken, I'm fool ever TO stop inside
of doors or to cease pacing streets,
haunting inns, shadowing Sir Robin
McTart until find her"
"Fie, sir, if she's GONG off with Sir
Robin McTart, it's, promise you, with
a wedding ring OH her finger and not
else. An she loves him, what's to be
said or done if he's her lawful lord?''
"Naught. l myself Went down to
Kennaston yesterday. said nothing
to you Ken" he adds, noting the 9TH
er's surprised and reproachful start,
with hand upon his juniors Shout
der.
81 thought I'd not interrupt the epic
and your frenzies about Lady Di with
my troubles
well, what news of Peg? Any?"
asks her twin anNiously.
None. 1 saw Chockey and only got
from her what Grigson had-the. 80
tive assurance that her mist
gone up to London. of
,vTii!a' .tsEeu. Yes, ST az.
she. Alone? 1 inquired. No, Sir Per-
cy,' was her answer, nor could l force,
frighten or buy the baggage into any
further confidence. She did beg of me,
however, seek out her ladyship, il
could, and find how she fared.'
"Gad's life, sir! She has eloped. Ills
clear as crystal"
"One thing more l asked Chocli: Had
her ladyship money in her parse?
'Lawk, Sir Percy cried she, f2oO
know of"
1.-Two hundred pounds!" repeats Pegs
twin in amazement. "'Tis sure more'n
she ever saw before in our lives put to-
gether. Oh, the girls safely welded,
sir, beyond a Doubt"
"Sir," says Percy, sitting at the table,
with his head low in his hands, 1.-The
blackguard's won her from me"
81 fear SO, SIR" The two mems hands
meet and grasp in the silent fashion
Of their sex, ofttimes more eloquent
than any words e'er speeched.
"Would l had made a hole in his
heart that night in Lark lane" cried
Sir Percy next.
'Sir Robins nimble, sir, and knows
trick or two with steel us well as
dice"
AYE, gallant every inch. Ills for
that hate him all the more, and yet,
Ken, sometimes, lad, when I've been
a-staring at him from afar, I've caught
something in his countenance resem-
bling Peg, and it's made me halt like
chit at provoking of him further"
Kennaston mods. "Aye, I've remark
ed it, but held my peace, Percy, for
It's said man and wife often grow to
look alike, and doubt not sometimes
begin after the same pattern"
Sir Percy signs again, turns up the
room with dropped lids, in silence get
ting that grip upon his soul which no
blest natures insist on with themselves
even in crises like this. TITS bitter
battle.
''Kennaston," says he, very quiet and
effhand, I'm thinking I'll so to the
colonies-to Virginia."
Kennaston turns off, with tears in his
eyes.
Mostly says he brokenly, were
not Peggy my twin I'd be in ripe mood
for Accusing of her! When, Percy?'
asks he after a pause.
''As soon as may be-" is the reply.
'Ive the promise offs commission by
my uncle's influence. Come, come, lad
O. my heart" laughs he through his
own misty eyes. THE winds not in
my ships sails yet. / promised Mr..
Brummel for his expedition to Ivy
Dene for the morrow, and I'll hardly
be ready i'll all points to get under way
before you're back in town from your
visit to Brookwood, whence | foresee
you'll fly with Diana's yes betwixt
her kiss ON your cheek
Twas now Mr.. Brummel's famous
and long talked about party to Ivy
Dene this very next day that dawned.
Now, her ladysliip had vowed to her
self that, come what might, she would
avoid this, even did fate keep her in
London. Twas no part of her pro-
gramme, although she could do it as
well as any sporting squire, to make
for her future any such memory as rid
ing horse astride for thirty miles out
and back in the company half score
of gentlemen must furnish, yet SO is
each of us rather the creature of cir
cumstance than will that the hour ap-
pointed found Peg mounted on gray
with blood in his veins and a-pacing
down Piccadilly to the White Horse
beside Beau Brummers bay.
She could not, with Sir Robins muir
derous pact in her perpetual view,
make up her mind to omit company
that should include Sir Percy.
1t seemed to her that any day spent
by him out of her sight might prove