Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-02-13

down and lighted cigar; then, vainly
attempting to control his countenance
as though roguishly anticipating the
treat awaiting them, he began another
endless story.
The Page boys, very callow, very
| much delighted and a little in awe of
| such q celebrated parsonage, laughed
heartily. And altogether there was suf-
ficient attention and sufficient laughter
to make very respectable noise. This
being the majors cue for an exit, he
rose, one sleek hand raised In spright-
ly protest as though to shield the in
visible ladies, to whose bournes he
was bound, from an uproar too mas
culine and mighty for the ears of such
sex.
ASST muttered Alderdene, getting
up and pattering about the room in
his big shiny pumps. "Glve me a
peg-somebodyw
Mortimer swallowed his brandy, lin
gered, lifted the decanter mechanical
ly considering its remaining contents
and his own capacity, then:
Bridge, captain?"
Certainly" said Captain Voucher
briskly.
IN go and shoe the major into the
gunroom," observed Ferrall-"unless"-
looking questioningly at Siward.
1--WE a date with your wife," OBJ
served that young man, strolling to
ward the hall.
The Page boys, Rena Bonnesdel and
Eileen Shannon were seated at a card
table together, very much engaged
with one another, the sealed pack ly-
ing neglected on the green cloth, a
vast pink box of bonbons beside 1t not
neglected.
OHara and Quarter, with Marion
Page and Mrs. Mortimer, were i'm
mersed in the game, already stony
faced and obllvious to outer sounds.
About the rooms were distributed
girls en- tete-tete, girls eating bonbons
and watching the cards, among them
Sylvia Lands, hands loosely clasped
behind her, standing at Quarters ell
bow to observe and profit by an ex-
pert performance.
AS Siward strolled in she raised her
dainty head for an instant, smiled in
silence and resumed a study of her
fiance's game.
A moment later, when Quarter had
emerged brilliantly from the melee,
she looked up again triumphantly, sup
posing Siward was lingering some
where waiting to join her. And she
was just a tribe surprised and disap-
pointed to find him nowhere In sight.
She had wished him to observe the
brilliancy of Mr.. Quarters game.
But Siward, outside on the veranda,
was saying at that moment to his
hostess, II shall be very glad to read
my mothers letter at any time you
choose"
ut must be later, Stephen. I'm to
cut In when Kemp sends for me. He
has lot of letters to attend to- Tell
me, what do you think of Sylvia Lam
dis?'
~ like her, of course" he replied
pleasantly.
Grace Ferrall stood thinking a mo-
ment. "That sketch you made proved
a great success, didn't it?" And she
II.
"Did it2 1 thought Mr.. Quarter
seemed annoyed
Really? What a muff that cousin
Of mine is. He's such a muff, you
know, that the very sight of his point.
ed beard and pompadour hair and his
complacency sets me in fidgets to stir
him up"
NIB Coz
the stick next time" said Siward
Hes not my cousin, you know"
Mrs. Ferral shrugged her boyish
shoulders: by the way" Sic said GU
riously, "who was that grip
what girlY' he asked coolly, look
ing at his hostess, now the very incar-
nation of delicate mockery with her
pretty laughing mouth, her boyish sun
burn and freckles.
"You won't tell me, suppose%
''rm sorry
WAS she pretty, StephenT
yes she said sulkily. 81 wish you
wouldn't
Nonsense! Do you think I'm going
to let you off without some sort of con.
fession? If / had time now-but /
haven't. Kemp has business letters.
He'll be furious. so I've got to take his
cards or we won't have any pennies
to buy gasoline"
She retreated backward, Win gay
nod of malice, and turned to enter the
house and met Sylvia Lands face t.
face in the hallway.
you minx!" she whispered. Aren't
You ashamed?"
Very much, dear. What for?" And.
catching sight of Siward outside in the
starlight OWNED perhaps something
of her hostess meaning, for she laugh,
ed uneasily, like child who winces
under a stern eye.
'You don't suppose for a moment"
she began, that have
Eyes, do. You always do"
''NOt with that sort of man." she re-
turned naively. "He won't"
Mrs. Ferrall regarded her suspicious