Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-03-16
Continued.

mis- arm. The wealthy owner of
Gresam House is generally blessed
with a red face, but tonight it is as
scarlet as the red silk handkerchief
which lies concealed in his coat-tail
pocket, and which he will use in pref
erence to the white cambria one when
ever he an get a chance of doing so
unseen.
What is the reason OF the mysteri,
Gus affection which old Chancery
judges and men of the Dalton stamp
have for red silk handkerchiefs?
Tonight the worthy gentleman
face is not only crimson, but full of
self,satisfaction and pride, and he
holds his head well up above his large
collar. and clears his throat with pom
pous emphasis
May stands for a moment on the
stairs and looks at him with mingled
pride and irritation.
1t would be false to say that she is
ashamed of him; she is only and
simply annoyed that he should consent
to go where his want of breeding and
purse-proud vulgarity will meet with
derision and contempt.
How pleased papa looks" whis,
pers Carrie.
Why does he wear such an enorm-
Gus collar and a frilled shirt? Not
that it matters, for no eye could rest
long enough upon him to detect 1t.
One. two. three-six diamonds, and all
l. to- Cd / tnh uFil
think we own a diamond mine. And
no one-no gentleman at least
wears diamonds now, No matter!
Lead on. scent the battle from affair."! -
'The battln--I don't understand"
says Carrie, but May only laughs, and
tripping lightly down the stairs in her
white satin clad toes, leads on to the
carriage. With the usual little fuss
which attends all Mr. Dalton's meve-
ments, they get seated, the four-head-
ed footman mounts to the box. and
they start.
Five minutes late already" says
Mr., Dalton, consulting an enormous
keyless repeater which he wears at
the end of gold chain, strong enough
to hold a mastiff.
I'VE shall be quite early enough for
Lad Letchfold," says May, with grave
significance,
And, indeed, SO it would seem, for
that lady. sitting bolt upright in her
high.backed chair beside the drawing
room fire, was looking anything but
delighted at the approach of the yisi-
tors.
Il hope-I hope we have not made a
mistake Rose" she said, looking up at
the tall, exquisitely- beauty who
stands warming one small foot at the
fire
"Mistake?"
The. old lady mods almost patheti-
cally.
Eyes. do not feel at all convinced
that we have done the wise thing
almost wish we had told Heron that
we were going to call, and had waited
to see how he took it. When | told
him that we had called. and had ask
ed them to dinner, he showed the
greatest Indifference; 1t really seem
ed as if he didn't care; and-and he
has been in the most awful"
Temper" said Rose Vavasour, with
a smile ever since. Yes, l know;
but notwithstanding all that, do not
think We have made mistake. Where
is ne now?"
Dressing. suppose" answers Lady
Letchford, but doubtfully. "Of course,
he has not said he is going to dine at
home. and | have no reason to suppose
that he Is going out, but he may not
put in an appearance at ALL
ooh he would not be so unmerciful
as to leave us TO bear the brunt alone.
Ought they not to be here?"
Yes" said Lady Letchford; but
this sort of people think it is vulgar
to be punctual There is the carriage,
| think"
II was the Dalton carriage. and it
dashed up to the broad stone steps
that led to the hall as If it were the
travelling chariot of an emperor en-
tering a conquered town.
A man-seryant In subdued, dark.
colored livery, contrasting finely with
the gorgeous giants who lounge in the
Gresham hall. comes forward, and the
guests are ushered into the hall.
The hall of the Void is perhaps the
most picturesque and imposing part of
the mansion Its oak-paneled sides
run clear up to the bare rafters of the
timbered roof In the center stands a
long carved table. at which Charles
the Martyr dying from long carved
table. at which Charles the Martyr,
dying from Cromwell and his Round
heads, snatched hasty meal. High
up above the gallery which runs along
the end hang the torn and battered
tanners of the Letchfords; from the
panels scoEl smile and frown, accord
ing to their respective dispositions.
the deal-and-gone men and women of
that naughty race dim religious
light" falls softly from dozen candles