Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-10-18

gate, who was rather cold toward Audrey,
and then by driving to Dinglewood
House.
Audrey walked into the drawing room,
a slender, graceful form, in her dress OF
dark green velvet, close-ftting jacket,
and small hat to match. Beverley Roch-
fort, az he rose to met the regal girl,
quickly determined that, beautiful as she
always was, she had never looked more
beautiful than now.
Mrs. Watson was knitting by the fire,
grim as a sentinel, and Mrs. Fairfax was
doing over a novel in the most comfort
able chair she could find
my niece is out, Lady john" intoned
Mrs. Watson, rising stifily; she is rid
ing"
Eyes; didn't you know that? How
strange !" And Mrs. Fairfax laughed
softly and disagreeably to herself.
Il don't quite see where the strange
ness comes in" Beverley Rochfort re-
torted, coolly. as he handed some tea to
Audrey and Jean.
Il merely meant it was strange that
your husband should not have told you he
was going to ride out with Sheila this
afternoon, but no doubt, he did not think
1t was necessary; after all, they are such
old friends, Lady John, there is no need
for you to be jealous"
"Of course, had your husband known
he was to have the pleasure of Miss
F'raser's company during his ride, Audrey,
he would have told you" Jean said very
quietly, looking Mrs. Fairfax full in the
face with her honest, clear, gray eyes
Il expect it was a hasty arrangement,
was it not, Mr.. Rochfort?"
II think you must be right, Miss
Thwait," was his answer. He cared
nothing for Mrs. Fairfax's angry glances;
he saw that he had made a great stride
in both Audrey's and Jean Thwait's esti-
nation. How are all your animals"
he said, coming up to Audrey, and con-
versing in a soft, low voice.
Audrey, feeling grateful to him for
his delicate tact, responded more warmly
than she had ever addressed him before,
while Mrs. Fairfax fixed her eyegass on
Jean, and tried to stare down the Sim
pertinent young person" who had dared
to cross words with her.
"Er-you are an old friend of Lady
Johns, l presume, Miss-er-Thwait? 2"
YES" Jean answered, laconically.
you were educated together?"
Yes" Jean answered a second time
$50 you are a charity girl too?" she
observed, slowly.
Pardon me. l was, but am no longer
Would you really care to hear all my fam
lily history, madame? l assure you it is
most interesting My father"
But Mrs. Fairfax drew back her chair
This low-born creature actually had the
effrontery to be laughing at her.
"I-er-really don't think l will trou-
bic you. Miss Thwait"
We'll" declared Jean, as they drove
away, 80 those are the manners of the
aristocracy, are they? Give me plebeian
ways in future. What horrid woman
Audrey, and did you see her face thick
with paint"'
"She is certainly very disagreeable to
me. Why should she have said that about
Jack?"
Because she is a cat, my dear child
and size felt she must scratch"
well, 1 was really most grateful to
Mr.. Rochfort. He came to the rescue
most calamity"
Jean was silent 10 long that Audrey
at last laughinsly inquired the reason.
II was thinking about that man, Au-
drey. you were quite right to fear him ;
he is dangerous. Mrs. Fairfax is a val
gar cat; her warfare won't harm you :
but Beverley Rochfort Is a snake, and he
will sting you when you least expect it.
That is my humble but firm opinion.
may be wrong, but 1 don't think so. Be
warned, my darling, trust to your first i'm
pulse and shun that mani
Ito be continuedl