The Red Cloud chief., 1907-07-05
"pel,ebtedm puncombe answered.

harvest In from the two fields by ket"
toms Gorse. What | wanted to ask
YOU was if we might take your tur-
nips up from Miles bottom to the north
end of the gorsc. We can make our
circuit then without a break"
"My dear fellow" Duncombe pro-
tested, "was it worth while asking me
such II thing? OF course you can
THAT'S settled, then" Lord Runton
declared. turning back toward the ON
nibus. sLct me Introduce you to my
friends" he added, resting his hand
upon the others shoulder, land then
Wen be of"
Duncombc, in whose ears his friends
cry was still ringing, pressed eagerly
forward.
This Is my neighbor, Sir George
| Duncombe," Lord Runton said, look
| ing into the carriage, "who will shoot
| with us tomorrow. Miss Fielding and
Colonel Fielding, Lady Angrave and
the Baron Won Rothe."
Lady Angrave held out her hand.
"Sir George and | are almost old
friends" she said, with a somewhat
languid smile. 1--WE were both at Cas-.
| tie IIolkham last autumn
| Duncombe murmured something con-
ventional as he bowed over his fingers.
| His whole attention was riveted upon
the tall, pale girl in the farther corner
Of the omnibus. Her acknowledge
ment Of his Introduction had been of
| the slightest, and her features were
obscured by a white veil. She looked
away from him ut once and continued
a whispered conversation with the
white haired gentleman at her side.
Duncombe could think Of no excuse
for addressing her.
81 shall have the pleasure of meeting
you all again tomorrow" he said, clos
Ing the door after Lord Runton. 81
won't keep you now. | know what the
journey is down from town. Good
night, Runton."
Good night, George. Ten o'clock
sharp
The carriage rolled off. and Dun.
combe returned to his own domain. An
drew was waiting for him impatiently
by the gate.
"Well." he exclaimed eagerly, you
have seen her. Well?"
The man was trembling with excite
ment. There were drops of persplra-
ton on his forehead. His voice sound
cd unnatural.
II saw Il young lady in the carriage
Duncombe answered, cor, rather, | did
not see her, for she wore Il veil, and she
scarcely looked ut me-, but she was in
troduccd to me as Miss Fielding, and
her father was with her"
"Ficlding! Ficlding!' Andrew repeat
ed. "Nevcr mind that. What was she
like? What color hair had shc?"
II told you that she kept her veil
down" Duncombe repeated. Her hair
was Il sort of deep red brown-what !
could see of it. But, seriously, Andrew,
what is the use of discussing her? One
might rs soon expect one of my house
maids to change into Phyllis Poyntor
as to discover her with q brand new ia
ther, Il brand new name and Il guest al
Runton Place"
Andrew was silent for Il moment
He touched his spectacles with a weary
gesture and covered his eyes with his
hand.
YES" he said. II suppose you are
right. | suppose / am Il fool. But th'
voice.
The laughter Of women" said Dun
combc, lis music all the world over
One cannot differ very much from thu
other"
You are quite wrong, George" An
drew said. THE voices of women var.
like the thumb marks of criminals
There are no two attuned exactly alike
1t is the receptive organs that are a
fault. We who have lost one sense fin,
others Il little keener. The laughter o
that girl! George. will you keep me
few days longer? Somehow l canno
bring myself to leave until / hav
heard her voice nee more"
= Duncombe laughed heartily.
"My lear fellow he said, II shal
bless your ~uncommOnly sensitive ear
II they keep you here with me for eve
an extra few days. You shall hav
y your opportunity too. l always din
. at Runton House after our first shoe
! and l know Runton quite we'll enoug
y to taxi you. You shall sit at the sam
10 table. Hello, what's this light wal
a bling up the drive"
t. He strolled a yard or so away an
~ returned.
"A bicycle" he remarked. zone