The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-05-09
CHAPTER XX

romance. Day by day she found some
new trait to love and admire.
As for Jack. he cordially liked the
pale, intellectual-faced girl; she was by
nature thorough lady. and her mind
gave evidence of deep thought, that only
required culture to blossom into great
cleverness.
After they had been at Craiglands a
fortnight there was a hustle and a con
fusion. Miss Fraser returned to Dingie-
wood House. She brought back with her
about half dozen guests, among whom
were Mrs. Fairfax and her daughter, the
Honorable Lancelot Twist, and Beverley
Rochfort. Lady Daleswater was to join
her in few days, and the earl also prom
ised the honor of his presence.
II suppose we shall be having a wed
ding at Dinglewood before long," declar.
ed Jack, one morning at luncheon.
Audrey was silent for a moment.
GLADYS will be at Dinglewood next
week. Must we ask them to dinner?'
she said at length.
II really don't see why we should. II
Gladys wants to visit Mountberry she
ought to come and stay with us she
knows that"
But Sheila asked her first. and we
can't quarrel at her for accepting an in
vitation. can we, Jean"
why not ask Lady Daleswater to
come to Craiglands when her visit ends
at Dinglewood House?" Jean suggested
timidly.
You mey do as you like, Audrey, but
l still mai ltain that Gladys should have
come to US first: there, kiss me, darling
I am going to ride over to leighton or
business"
Audrey ran to the door with him, and
saw him mount and ride away.
'Now for our visiting, JEAN" she said
and ordered out the barouche, ami wen,
to dress herself for the occasion.
They called at a number of houses, al
Lady Grace Huntley's, at the Everests'
and many others, and ended by alightine
for few minutes chat with Mrs. Thorn
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 oil
dark green velvet, close-fitting jacket
and small hat to match. Beverley Roch
fort, as 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" intonet
Mrs Watson, rising stifiy; ''she is rid
ing"
"Yes: didn't you know that? How
strangew And Mrs. Fairfax laughed
softly and disagreesbly to herself.
II don't quite see where the strange
ness comes in" Beverley Rochfort re
torted, coolly, as be handed some tea t.
Audrey and Jean.
II merely meant 1t was strange tina,
your husband should not have told you b,
was going to ride out with Sheila thi.
afternoon, but, no doubt, he did not thinl
old friends, Lady John, there is no neet
for you to be jealous"
"Of course, had your husband known
he was to have the pleasure of Mis-.
Fraser's company during his ride, Audrey
he would have told you" Jean said, very
quietly, looking Mrs. Fairfax full in thu
face with her honest, clear, gray eyes
Il expect it was hasty arrangement
was it not. Mr.. Rochfort?"
II think you must be right, Miss
Thwait," was his answer. He cared
70 IT, 80. - l.
he saw that he had made a great strid,
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 soft, low voice.
Audrey, feeling grateful to him fol
his delicate tact. responded more warmly
than she had ever addressed him before
while Mrs Fairfax fixed her eyegIass or
Jean. and tried to stare down the lin
pertinent young person" who had dared
to cross words with her.
"Er-you are an old friend of Ladl
Johns, / presume, Miss-er-Thwait p
YES" Jean answered, laconically.
"You were educated together?"
"Yes," Jean answered a second time
$50 you are a charity girl, too" sh,
observed, slowly.
Pardon me- I was, but am no longer
Would you really care to hear all my fam
'ly history. madame? l assure you it i
most interesting. Ny father"
But Mrs. Fairfax drew back her chair
This low-born creature actually had th'
effrontery to be laughing at her.
I-er-really don't think l will trou
BILE you, Miss Thwait."
WELL" declared Jean, as they drove
away, so those are the manners of th'
aristocracy, are they? Give me plebeiar
ways in future. What horrid woman
Audrey. and did you see her face thicl
with paint?"
"She is certainly very dfsagreeable t.
me. Why should she have said that abou
Jack?"
Because she Is a cat, my dear child
and she felt she must scratch"
"Well, l was really most grateful t.
Mr.. Rochfort. He came to the rescue
most CALAMITY"
Jean was silent so long that Audre.
at last laughingly inquired the reason.
Il was thinking about that man, Au
drey, you were quite right to fear him
he is dangerous. Mrs. Fairfax is vul
gar cat: her warfare won't harm you
but Beverley Rochfort is a snake, and h
will sting you when you least expect it
That is my humble but firm opinion.
| may be wrong, but don't think so. b
warned. my darling. trust to your first i'm
pulse and shun that manw
Ito be continued.)