Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-07-24
CHAPTER XXXVIII.

CHAPTER XXXVIIl.
1t is noon on the morning following
the strange. meeting with the two low
ers, and the spring sunshine is flush
ing Bond street. and woOing the
young leaves of the park trees.
Carriages are just beginning to roll
along the handsome streets; men ap-
pear by twos and threes on the club
steps, with that little, confused, absent,
and no-appetite-just-yet," sort of look,
which lasts from, say, ten to one
o'clock.
Vane, lingering in the coffee-room
of the Rag and Famish,' exchanges
salutations with the inmates, and
glances idly at the morning paper.
AS usual, he has nothing to do, and
is doing it with graceful ease and con-
tentment.
noiselessly, and the young Duke of
Gretnor looks around.
'Halloa, Vane!" he says; "just the
man I was looking for!''
That's what my tailor always says,
confolind him." says Vane, fitting his
hat back what is it. my child?"
"Why, look here, | think of taking
the coach down to Richmond. and
want you and Letchford to come. Miss
| Vavasour half promtsed-that's all one
ever gets out of her now-that she
would join us if Letcnford was coming.
| But I can't find him, at least, couldn't
last night. drove around to Mivart's,
and his man-decent sort of fellow, by
the way-said his master had not
come home. Looked rather anxious,
I thought"
Vane laughs softly.
/ That's a way Parks has got. He
has lived with Heron since ne was a
boy, or something like that, and is
rather more attached to him than is
his own mother. Hadn't come home,
Ell? WE'LL there's nothing in that"
The yorig luke drops into chair
and chuckles knowingly.
Taking last fling OF two, sup
pose. Let's see. when do you chain
him up? Lucky dog. l wish l was
IN his shoes"
"foud better say that to my sister,"
says Vane, coolly; ''I'll bet you what
YOU like she throws Heron over
The young duke shakes his head.
NO, you're wrong. don't know
much about women-oh, grin away
but dc know this-that if ever wo-
man was right down knocked over to
a man, Miss Vavasour is to I4etchford.
| We never stood chance With him,
not even Cornvale! BY the way,
they tell me that Corn has gone to
South Africa-says he hates white
women, they are Sc false, and means
to marry dusky bride When do you
say the marriage is to come off?'
Vane yawns slightly.
| eff / have to answer that question
once have to answer it fifty times a
lday. l wish Rose or Heron would
advertise it in the papers. How long!
| oh, about six weeks. If I had ever
entertained the mad idea of p1unging
into matrimony, this affair would act
as sufficient deterrent
II hate fuss. and there has been
enough fuss over this to last one
lifetime used to think I should
like to be-well-like you and Heron
and the other Plutos, but can see it's
a mistake. It's bad enough when
you've got a couple of rooms in the
Albany to do up and arrange, but with
a lot OF places which people like you
and Heron have got, it must be simply
crushing. Hasn't come back, has he?
Let me see, he went down the day be-
fore yesterday to one of his places in
the country, little place in Wiltshire,
which be hasn't seen fJr years. an!
which e means to make is headquar-
ters."
"But what about Letchford Wold?"
says the young duke, who, like every
body else, feels a strange interest in
Sir Heron Letchford; it is not only be-
cause the great beauty of the day has
refused the great parIi of the day for
his sake-it is not because he IS one
Of the OLD ioblesse: there is something
leyond this. indefinite and intangible
it may be, but effective enough to
make hiza a matter of curiosity wher-
ever he goes.
When he enters ballroom with the
beauty On his arm. women look after
MIN with that fascinated gaze which
a wild life exerts over them, and tley
whisper, behind their fans:
THAT is Sir Heron Letcnford, who
lost ten thousand pounds in one night.