Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-01-25

the Page boys, Willis and Gordon. de-
lightfully shy and interested and hav-
ing splendid time with any woman
who could afford the intellectual lei
sure
Siward spoke pleasantly to them all.
Other people drifted down-MariOD
Page, who looked like a schoolmarm
and rode like Il demon; Eileen Shan
non, pink and white as a thorn bios
som, with the deuce to pay lurking in
her gray eyes; Kathryn Tassel and
Mrs. Vendenning, whom he did not
know, and finally his hostess, Grace
Ferrall, with her piquant. almost boy
ish, freckled face and sweet. frank
eyes and the figure of an adolescent.
She gave Siward one pretty sun
Drowned hand and laid the other above
his, holding it a moment in her light
clasp.
stephen, Stephen she said under
her breath, Its because I've "a few
things to scold you about that I've
asked you to Shotover."
Il suppose know" he said.
Il should hope you do. I've a letter
tonight from your mother"
From my mOther?'
Il want you to go over it-with me
if we can find minute after dinner
She released his hand, turning partly
around. Kemp. dinners been an
nOunced, so cut that dog story in two
Will you give me your arm, Major
Belwether? Howard" to her c0usia
Mr.. Quarter. who turned from Miss
lands to listen will you please tr.
to recollect whom you are to take in
and do it?' And as she passed Siwar1
in low voice. mischievous and slangy
Sylvia Landis for yours. as she says
she didn't have enough of you on the
cliffs
The others appeared to know how to
pair according to some previous no
tice. Siward turned to Sylvia Lands
with the pleasure OF his good fortune
so plainly visible in his face that her
own frightened in response.
You see,' she said gayly, ''yOu can
not escape me. There is no use in
looking wildly at Agatha Caithness"
he wasn't-"or pretending you're pleas
ed" slipping her rounded bare arm
through the arm he offered. ''You
can't guess what I've done tonight
Nobody can guess except Grace Fer
rail- and one other person. And if you
try to look happy beside me / may tel!
you-Somewhere between sherry and
cognac-oh, yes, I've done two things
I have your dog for your.
mot Sagamore?" he said incredulous.
~ as he was seating her.
rtainly-Sagamore | said to Mr.
Quarter, 1 want Sycamore and when
he tried TO give him to me made him
take my check. Now you may draw
another for me at your leisure. Mr.
Siward. Tell me, are you pleasedI'
for she was looking for the troubled
hesitation in his face, and she saw it
dawning
''NIr. Quarter doesn't like me. you
know
''But do" she said coolly. Il told
him how much pleasure it would give
me. That is sufficient, is it not. for
everybody concerned?"
''He knew that you meant to-
mo; that concerns only you and me
Are you trying to spoil my pleasure in
what have done"
Il can't take the dog, Miss Landis."
oh she said, veXed, Il had no idea
you were vindictive."
There was silence. He bent FOR
ward a tride. grayely scrutinizing q
hand painted name card, though ii
might not have aStoniShed him TO
learn that somebody's foot had held
the brush. Somewhere in the vicinity
Grace Ferrall had discovered a woman
who supported dozens of relatives By
painting that sort of thing for the
summer residents at Vermilion Point.
down the coast. SO, being charitable
she left an order and, being thrifty.
insisted on using the cards spite of
her husbands gibes.
People were now inspecting them
with more or less curiosity. Siward
found his hand painting" so unat
tractive that he had just tipped it over
to avoid seeing it, when a burst Of
laughter from Lord Alderdene made
everybody turn. Mrs. Vendenning was
laughing; so was Rena Bonnesdel, look
ing over Quarters shoulder at d card
he was holding-nOt one of the hand
decorated, but sheet of note paper
containing drawing of man rush
ing after gun shy dog
The extraordinary cackling laughter
of his lordship o6literated other sounds
for awhile. Rena Bonnesdel possessed
herself of the drawing and held it up.
amid shout of laughter, and. to his
excessive annoyance, Siward saw that
uncOnsciously he had caricatured
Quarter, Ferralls malicious request
for Vandyke beard making the carl
cature dreadfully apparent
Quarter had at first flushed up: then
he forced a smile. but his symmetrical
features were never cordial when he
smiled.
WHO on earth did that?" whisnerea