The Red Cloud chief., 1907-07-12

"Oh. fathers never ILL.," the girl an
Ewered. But. then. he eats nothing.
Sir George, | hope you're going to de
vote yourself to me at luncheon. I'm
terribly hungry"
so we all are" Lady Isunton de-
/, clared. Come along, every one"
Luncheon was served In n large open
| barn pleasantly fragrant of dried hay
and with a delightful view of the sea
| far away In the distance. Miss Field
ing Chartered to every one. was anus
ing and amused. The baron gave her
AS much of his attention as he was
ever disposed to bestow upon any one
at meal times. and Duncombe almost
forgot that he had breakfasted at 3
o'clock.
'tCharmlng young person, that said
Lady Runton's neighbor to her. 'One
of our future duchesses, suppose"
Lady Runton smiled.
Lots of money. Teddy" she an
swered. What a pity you haven't a
title"
The young mamie vas in the for
eign oflice-sighed and shook his head.
CuCn tHlnGS are ubt iOI nv, it Ut
clared sententiously. "My affections
are engaged"
THAT isn't the least reason why you
shouldn't marry money her ladyship
declared. lighting Il cigarette. $50 and
talk to herr
Cant spoil SPORT he answered,
shaking his head. by Jove! Dun
connie Is making the running, though,
isn't hep
Her ladyship raised her glasses.
Duncombe and Miss Fielding had
strolled outside the barn. lie was
showing her his house, a very pictur-
esquc old place it looked, down in the
valley.
ITS nothing but Il farmhouse, Of
course he said. mo pretensions at
architecture or anything of that sort,
of course, but it's rather a comfortable
old place"
Il think it is perfectly charming
the girl said. "Do you live there all
alone? You have sisters, pcrhaps?"
lie shook his head.
mo such luck" he answered. "Mine
~ 'AllIiClN II bst'l'lOl NSNlbllSllillNlt. ~
great part of the time l am alone. Just
now | have a pal staying with me-
awfully decent chap, from Devon
shire"
She was certainly silent for q mo-
ment. He fancied, too, that there was
n change in her face.
From Devonshire?' she repeated,
with Il carelessness which, if 1t was not
natural. was exceedingly we'll assumed.
II believe l knew ONE people once
who came from there. What Is your
friends name, Sir George?'
He turned slowly toward her.
ANDREW Pelham" he said quietly.
"He comes from a place called Raynes.
worth"
HE Is staying here now-with your
"Yes," he answered gravely.
1t was not his fancy this time; of
that lie felt sure. Her face for the mo-
ment had been the color of chalk; a
little exclamation Lad been strangled
upon her lips. She shot a quick
glance at linn. He met it steadily.
"You know the name?" he asked.
She shook her head.
1.-The name, yes" she answered, "but
not the person. A very old friend of
mine was called Andrew Pelham, but
he was an American, and he has neve
been in England. 1t startled me
though, to neal the exact name again
from you"
She was herself again. Her explana'
ton was carelessly given. 1t sounded
eve convincing, but Duncombe him
self was not convinced. He knew thai
she wanted him to be. He felt hel
eyes seeking his, studying his face
Perhaps she was only anxious that hi
should not misunderstood.
George, are you readyT" his hos
called out. "We're going to take
Smiths pastures"
"Quite!" Duncombe answered. "Un
til this evening, Miss Fielding"
, "You are dining at Runton Placer
> she asked quietly.
YES" he answered. "Will you tel
, me all about your Andrew Pelham"
She raised her eyes to his and smiled
, "Do you think that you would be in
terested?' she asked.
; You know that | should" he an
; swered quietly.
q For a time he shot badly; then he fel
that his hosts eye was upon him an'
: pulled himself together. But lie wa
never at his best. He felt that tn
, whole world of his sensations had beer
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