Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1904-11-04

AAhCl oCNCh CuAot hC hhOhbhNt
expect to meet any acquaint-
ances, but-ah, what luckw
A party OF four were seating them
selves at a table near-a man and wOm-
an Of middle age, beautiful young
woman with eyes that matched the
violets she carried and lemon faced
youth, receding of chin and swinish of
eye.
Browning was about to start for
ward when voice at the nearest table
spoke In subdued. but carrying tones;
LYLE Vaughn's fiancel The engage
ment is conceded, though not an
nounced."
John Browning resumed his seat.
ut would have been far better" he
thought, III had not called halt
on her affection for the trapper. Any
thing but this specimen He Is link
below the missing oner'
One Of the voices at the next table
again had a hearing:
81 admit he il not a bowling success
as to looks, but he has millions and
antecedents."
John Browning scowled and CON
tinued his cogitatiOns.
"Seven years since Lyle had her first
little ripple of romance which ended.
I'll again be disturber Of dreams
or nightmares. l have spur to her
memory in my pocket now. Odd 1t
should have reached me today"
IA 10
paper clipping which no gave to wait
err with Instructions al to delivery.
The violet eyed woman looked up in
amazement at the waiter and then her
gaze again fell on the paper. 1t was
four line local giving the number
of licenses issued to date to deer hunt
ers In northern Michigan.
When she had read 1t she looked
around. Then she rose, and he hur-
ried to her with outstretched hand.
"Lylel Little Lyle Vaughn he said
in a soft, caressing voice that his com
mand would have failed to recognize.
"John Browningl Now do | believe
In the resurrectiOnw
Her father and mother claimed hi
attention, and after his presentation t.
Herbert Stuyvesant he seated himsel
beside Lyle.
The waiter again approached ant
handed Stuyvesant telegram.
my mother has another Of her at
tacks," explained Stuyvesant to Mrs
Vaughn, and, with a lingering glance
at Lyle's lmpasslve features. he took
reluctant departure.
Mrs. Vaughn at once gave Browning
an elaborate and profuse description OF
Stuyvesants fortune and prospects.
"'The lady doth protest too much.
thought John Browning, noting with
amusement and satisfaction the IND
mite boredom In Lyie's face, an ex-
preston dimly reflected In her fathers
quiet, even features.
"You must go home with US, John,
insisted Mr.. Vaughn az they were
leaving. 81 don't care how late II IL.
| want to hear about those seven years
and the wars"
$50 do l." chimed In Lyle.
When they reached the house Mrs.
Vaughn pleaded a headache. The 9th
ers sat by the open fre IN the library.
Soon the soft, blue veil Of good cigars
invoked wondrous tale OF adventure
from John Browning. Back In the
shadows Lyle listened and followed
over battlehelds and African farms.
81 feel like Desdemona tonight"
laughed Lyle, following him into the
hall you've been very good to papa
tonight, but ! want visit with you.
Come down tomorrow morning at H..
Mamma will be shopping then"
"And Mr.. Herbert Stuyvesant won't
be hereT he asked.
"No. Why should her
Che was u little discounted by his
steady gaze.
81 overheard some people In the palm
room say he was your 1ance."
"He isn't" she denied; "not-yet! |
believe he'd like to be, and mamma lies
awake nights fearing he won't be.
Papa is trying to be reconciled."
"And your
"And was fast falling In papa's
state until tonight when
"When"-
IL read that clipping"
She was not looking at him AZ she
spoke and so did not zee the dark flush
that came to his bronzed face.
Tomorrow at H." he said tersely.
"WhO sent you the clipping"
"Plympton. lie still hunts In Mich.
igan every November"
How It carried me backw she sigh
I'd. Those lovely days In the open"
II was very late when John Brown
Ing reached his hotel, but no did not
20 to bed until he had lighted a cigar
and lived over again the deer hunting
season OF seven years ago which q
party Of eastern people, including
Vaughn. Lyle and himself, had spent
In northern Michigan.
Those were halcyon days when he
and Lyle had tramped over fields Hight
ly brushed with snow, through thick
cts and In the brown forest In pursuit
Of deer. At night they would return
tired, happy and hungry to the big
cabin, ready to start out again In the
morning. Lyle had ever been gay
little comrade with him, but up there
in the great northland Of ice and snow
he began TO hope that he might not be
TOO old, after all, TO ask her to be still
tnore than her fathers friend"
At the end Of two weeks, however
he acknowledged to himself his mis-
take. The party had secured Il new
guide, q handsome young CANADIAN
Brenchman with soft voice and lus
trous eyes. He knew every inch oI
ground and every trick Of deer hunt
Ing.
Lyle, romantic, wlllful and head
strong, took snapshots Of him In ey
cry conceivable pose. She demanded
his services on all occasions and chat
ted with him In French, languag'
NOT undarafond nv Inhu browning