Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1906-06-28

game to play with BARLEY Bradstone,
Miss Olivia, If you only knew It,
Perhaps the day will come when you
will lower your pride little. 1t viii
he my turn then. BY Heaven! I'd give
II don't know what | wouldn't give
to see you at my feet! And it shall
come TO that, too, or I'm not. the
clever fellow people think me. 1t Is
very hard If BARLEY Bradstone isn't
match for a dozen Lord Granvilles,
| though he Is the son of an earl"
He rode up the long, newly planted
avenue to The Naples, and a couple
of grooms came out to take his horse;
but, as they kept him waiting half
moment, he snarled at them as he
| flung himself from the saddle and
mounted the stone steps-painiully
white and new-which led to the
| front entrance. A footman was wait
Ing to take his hat and stick, and his
The squire and Lord Garfield were
capable of hanging up their hats for
themselves; but that would not have
been good enough" for Mr.. BARLEY
Bradstone, who liked to see his gorge
Gus footmen whenever he could, and
insisted upon being waited upon lit
orally, hand and foot.
He passed through the hall-which,
Notwithstanding its painted windows
and men in armor, and brown oak,
looked as new as the rest of the place
and going into the dining-room,
rang for glass of sherry: the squire
would have got it for himself from
the sideboard; but Mr.. Bradstone
flung himself into chair while the
builder and footman Served" the glass
of wine on a heavy silver salver.
The master of The Naples drank it,
and looked around with a restless
sigh.
Il was a fool not to stay after all, .
he muttered. ut was cutting off my
nose to spite my face. It's deuced
dreary here by oneself, but it shan't
he for long Before long she'll be
begging me to stay at the Grange
yes, begging me-"
Then he got up and, with his hands
thrust In his pockets, wandered about
the room. Presently he cast glance
at the many pictures, all In heavy
gilt frames, and stood before one rep
resenting q girl reading book. II
was a recent purchase, and he had
bought 1t because he fancied that Il
somewhat resembled olivia; and
twenty times a day he would stant
before 1t and gaze at it.
"I'l have her own portrait here
presently" he muttered, moodily. 'Tl
: give Millais the commission to pain
IL the day we're engaged
This resolution seemed to afforc
some satisfaction for with something
, less Of his recent sullenness, he rams
the bell for his valet to dress him 70
1 dinner.
AS he did so the footman entered
with note on the salyer
= BARLEY Bradstone opened and eyet
| It with an expression of displeaset
surprise.
K Where is hep" he asked.
"rhe person is in the hall, sir re
0 piled the footman
"Show him into the library" sale
T. Bradstone; then he stood looking a
o the sheet of paper, which contained
/ only two Ezekiel Movie
g with thoughtful frown, and a few
minutes afterward went into the Il
o brary.
In the brand-new room with it
s brandnew furniture and rows 0
e newly bound books sat- on the edg
c of one of the morocco chairs, n thir
hatchet-faced man dressed like
It clerk. He would have served yer
4 well as model for Uriah Heep; bu
e instead of that tumble" parsonage
n red hair, he wore a palpable wig
e whose hyacinthne curls, clustern
d In pious falsehood upon the cadavel
Y. GUS forehead, made the face look lik
& a skull; indeed, being close shave
and without single eyebrow or eye
d lash, 1t would have closely resemble
d one under any conditions.
Il Bartlev Bradstone shut the doc
close
"Well, Movie" he said, with mari
W ed coldness, this is an unexpecte
pleasure. What has brought yo
o. down here?'
r, Mr.. Movie stretched his thin, colo
TT less lips by way of a smile, an
coughed apologetically behind a hug
n bony hand.
sr Il thought it best to run dow
)" sir" he said, and his voice matche
ell his person. being hollow and straine
as If his throat were totally devoid {
10 moisture. Il considered the que
N ton most anxiously Mr., 3artley, an
ct / thought it best TO run down. an
,k he glanced upward with a peculi;
20 expression of servile obseQuiousnes
In whats wrong?" demanded Bartlt
S. Brastone, cycling him with suppresse
d. irritation. Why didn't you tel