Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-07-19

whats thatT asked the Hon.
Charles.
Something out Of The Belle Of May
fair, but forget the name" said the
girl.
Charley Duguid called to mind that
Robin Seamore had been whistiing
tunes out Of that most popular piece all
the morning, and the notion set him
thinking.
Strange thing that Seamore should
suddenly take 1t into his head to cut
or to India, isn't it," he said careless
".
what did you sayT' asked the girl,
stopping the music and swinging round
on the music stool. There was surprise
in her voice, and something more than
surprise.
He's going to turn tea planter"
The girl turned away, because her
visitor was looking at her, and she was
conscious that her face was scarlet.
isn't it rather sudden?" she asked,
with elaborate carelessness.
ut Is just trihe sudden. We came
across an old school fellow last night
who offered him a job, and he took it.
That's ALL"
The girl began to play again, but she
played softly and absently, as If she
was thinking of something else.
"When-when does he startT'
Tomorrow morning"
Tho Y1fann haoor, sJIo,,A ntI,o,, -. i.
few bars she played very loudly, and
finally broke or with noisy cascade
of discord.
"You must be dying for a cup of
tea" she said. "What wretch l am
to sit here strummlngI"
mo hurry" said Mr. Duguid amla-
bly,, and he reflected that, now that she
had gone deadly pale, she was even
prettier than when she blushed.
80 many people go to India, don't
theyF" she remarked.
Heaps Of people"
II do hope he'll be successful"
$50 do l."
Let me see, do you take sugar." she
asked, balancing a lump aloft in the
silver tongs with charming smile.
mo thanks"
She put the lump In his cup and then
another, and he bore It uncomplainlng-
ly.
Els your tea quite az you like itr'
she asked.
"JolMeSt cup of tea l ever tasted"
said the Hon. Charles Duguid, lying
CALAMITY. "Poor old Bobbiel think
he feels IT. though, of course, he won't
own up. Can't think why he's going"
"Itis funny" said the girl, looking as
If, 30 far from being funny, she thought
1t tragic. "He-he didn't say anything
about 1t yesterday"
HE feels his poverty very acutely."
Miss Farebrother frowned charming
~ and bit her lips. "Don't you think
that's sillyT'
Mr.. Duguid remained silent.
Being poor doesn't make people any
better or worse than they are" she
said, argumentatively. IF you-ltke a
person you don't stop to ask what his
income 10, do your"
Mr.. Duguid laid down his empty cup
and looked at her gravely.
eff were heiress to the best part OF
a Million" he SAID, IL don't know what
should do. But"
swell, 90 on"
IF 1 were in love with such a girl.
and my income were no more than
Boobies, should should 90 to In
dia."
Then his manner changed back to the
approved gaiety Of an afternoon caller.
"And now must really be going"
"Why hurry away?" said the girl.
She had again seated herself at the
piano and was playing softly. But abe
was not playing comic opera now.
81 promised to meet Bobbie at g."
81 daresay he'll call here tonight"
said the girl, in strained voice.
II don't think 90. He said he didn't
intend to call on any one. His notion
is to get away quietly and make no
fuss"
A little melody continued to trickle
from the piano, but che fingers appear
ed to be in difficulty, for the proportion
Of wrong notes was outrageous.
Shall ISay goOd-by to him for your
he asked, mercilessly. HE leaves Vic
toria at o'clock tomorrow morning"
She nodded.
"Good afternoon, Miss Farebrotbsr.
Please don't get up"
She shook hands without letting him
see her face, and he left the house
with a smile.
"It's the incidental music that tells
the tale" he reflected. "She was plav.
ing Robin Adair,' and didn't know Il !"
SCENE THREE.
"You hereP said the man.
Eyes, I'm-rm here" replied the girl, |
TREMENDOUSLY.