Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1907-05-08

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other much-well, l have not mucA
soul for picture galleries and autumn
tints, and that sort of thing. Art is
all very we'll when it's got out of
the West Hampstead stage, and come
west really; but it is a little tryins
when one is expected to enthuse over
impossible Madonnas with wooden.
looking babies in their arms, and
that sort of thing
Miss Graham looked at her sister
wistfully; but Lady Elmsworth only
laughed.
Poor Phyl! Is he trying to edu-
) cate you? 1t sounds rather awful"
"No, that's the worst of it! He
imagines the education, artistic feel
ing, and all the rest of it, is there.
That's the fault of what mother calls
the Graham manner We've got a
knack of appearing intelligently SYM
pathetic; and because we are pretty
people take us for granted. Haven't
you found that?"
Lady Elmsworth nodded, and a
slight color rose in her cheeks.
1--WE can't help it." went on Phyl-
lis; "but they have nasty knack
Of turning round on us when they
find us out, and being generally
horrid'
"And you think Mark"
ooh, he won't find out for ever so
long. He's very much in love; and l
well, like him well enough to try
and live up to him, for a time, at
any rate. But it's a good stretch on
ones nerves to be always on the tip
toe of admiration about things one
really does not care button for.
I'm afraid it's the beauties of nature
that will bowl me over. A sunset at
his majesty's, where it's we'll done,
is pretty enough, once in way. But
you know, honestly, I'd rather look
at bonnet shop in Bond street any
day than on the finest scenery any
where. I'm afraid it will be a shock
to Mark when he grasps the fact"
What is he exactly?"
Hes rather ugly, and ridiculously
rich; colonial, you know, proprietor
Of mines, and all the rest of it. His
manners are not quite like every one
else's. oh, you need not raise your
eyebrows; it is not in that way
mean at all. Only, don't think he'd
have cared the least bit if I'd been a
butchers or a bakers daughter, if
he'd cared for me, he'd have married
just the same. I'm afraid I'm rather
proud of the fact"
''You do care for him, them" Lady
Elmsworth stopped little toward her
sister, and looked into her face.
Il" Phyllis blushed. well,
yes, 1 think do, because, if l did not
l don't suppose 1 should care whether
he discovered what a shallow little
soul l am or not after we are safely
married"
Clare bent and kissed her sister.
"He won't find out if you love him,
Phyl! Oh, you don't know how glad
l ami"
Phyllis was startled at her sisters
sudden earnestness. What she had
said was quite true The four years
difference in their ages had always
kept them rather apart. And now
that they were respectively twenty.
one and twenty-five, and that the gull
was bridged, there were the five
years separation to hold them apart.
Phyllis remembered distinctly the
time when Clare had been "out" when
she herself was in the school room.
She remembered, too, all the talk
she had overheard as to her sisters
successes. Looking back, she realiz-
ed that Glare must have refused many
opportunities of brilliant matches, al
though she had finally done exceed
ingly well for herself in marrying
Lord Elmsworth. True, he was near
ly twenty years older than Clare;
and surely among those she had re-
fused before
Suddenly Phyllis started. What
had there been at the bottom of
Clares being ordered off to winter at
Davos the year before she married?
It had never occurred to the girl.
But had there really been anything
the matter with her sisters lungs?
Glare" she said, impulsively, tell
me something. Were you really Ill
when you went to Davos that time,
Or
Lady Elmsworth laughed outright.
COR was il sent off to be out OF
somebody's way, you mean? No, my
dear, 1 believe 1 was really i'll, and
before went to Davos, l had never
cared two straws for any one in my
life
"And-after?"
81 don't know why l should tell
you," said Lady Elmsworth. I've
never told any one. I don't believe
any one ever guessed except
Except him. Go on, Clare
'Oh, there's not much to tell. It's
like every one elses story, l expect;
and you'll only think me fool for
remembering all these years. You
know how l went out. Mother could
not. or would not, come with me.
RI oiun I'm her