The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-09-20

oAe Wrlnkfed ner straight DrOWS.
About falling in love with a lady of
rank" he explained
She leaned back in her seat and al
lowed the lace ruffle of her sunshade
to droop between her and her neigh
Dor. She did not speak for a moment.
Then, in the tone of one who suits the
conversation to the company:
do you like driving?" she said.
Very much!" he answered promptly.
do your"
Il have never driven professionally -
said Lady Evelyn Maud.
THE process is the same" he said.
Patrice's lips trembled into a smile
behind the parasol. She dropped the
ruffle lower.
1T is going to rain," said Mr.. Adam
son. IF you can dispense with those
lace ruffles I'll put this umbrella up.
There! that's better" He smiled at her
as the parasol came down. I'VE won't
be long getting to shelter"
do you mean the studio?"
Heaven Forbid There's a covered
bridge mile on" He gathered up the
reins and wheeled the horses back into
the main road.
Patrice sat up straight But pre-
fer" she began.
He turned to smile at her again. The
itOioCo WCic IlylnS QOWn Ile- levei
stretch. His dark face was boyishly
elate.
I'm glad that umbrella hasn't any
ruffles,'' he said.
The pink crept over Patrice's face.
She tried one further protest: But the
others"
Don't speak of Them" he interrupted,
they are a discordant note"
And 1t isn't raining a Bit
But 1t is going to-" he returned
happily. 1T is going to rain volumes
presently Therer' as a solitary drop
struck the umbrella. ''They are safely
shut up In the studio and we Oh, by
Jove! Miss Lithgow. we have the
luncheon" The jubilation In his tone
was too much for Patrice. To imagine
Evelyn Maud running away with the
driver and the lunch staggered the
Therefore she simply
crinkled up her eyes in her most de-
lightful manner and gave way to laugh-s
ter, to the unconcealed joy of her COM
panion.
You laugh exactly as / knew YOU
would" he told her. Sometimes
watching you 1 have seen your eyes
break suddenly into boisterous merri-
ment@"
This is a lovely road" said Patrice.
Isn't it? Die you bring your sketch
book %
Miss Lithgow shook her head and
grew slightly pinker.
THAT was one of the DAVIS" he said
when your ewes
There is the bridge" said Patrice.
The dark opening was close before
them. A minute later the horses hoofs
pounded on the wooden floor
Mr. Adamson threw down the reins
and took the umbrella from Patrice.
Listen to the rain on that roof" he
exulted. May I help you down? 1t
is always proper to explore your desert
island the first thing
Il am the more willing" said Patrice.
because this particular part of your
desert island leaks"
Our desert island" he corrected. He
sprang out and held up his arms.
'Nowr' in a tone of great satisfaction
as she alighted beside him. 1--WE will go
TO the furtherest extremity and
look"
For a SAIL suggested Patrice.
Not at ALI" decidedly. 1--WE have
no use for sail. 1 was going to saw
we would look for lurking savages
while we continue our discussion"
The face she turned to him was more
flowerlike than ever in the half-light of
the bridge. He paused a moment be-
fore going on.
You have forgotten again." he said.
1t was question of rank. We had
Just come to the point of falling In love
with countess
Patrice laughed lightly. "That is not
a thing that interests either of u.s." she
said.
Only Theoretically" he assented. II
am going to marry an American girl"
Ar said Lady Evelyn Maud How
interesting" Her voice was high and
,ool and sweet She FASTENED her steps
4 trifle and looked out through the rain
1T the winding gray road.
DO you remember that day began
Mr.. Adamson, and from his tone one
might well have thought that both the
American girl and his Socialist ideals
had been forgotten. His eyes were on
MS companion.
Patrice pointed to the road. I'VE are
going to have company on your desert
sle." she said animatedly. How very
nice,"
Mr.. Adamson bit an exclamation of
disgust in two. Then as the vehicle
came near enough so that the driver
was recognizable he gave another ex-
this time of chagrined as
and, with a hasty excuse
about seeing to the horses, he plunged
back into the darkness of the bridge.
Patrice, surprised and displeased.
stood where he had left her and the
new arrival came to a stop beside her
and pulled off his hat He was a pink
laced, middle-aged man, and when he
spoke his accent was Enthusiastically
English.
Il beg your pardon" he said, "but as
drove up l was quite sure 1 saw an
Did acquaintasce-Mr. Robert Eskdaile
Adamson. son of Sir James All! there
ne isl" the jovially inquisitive tone
to one of satisfaction.
Mr.. Adamson was returning: "Halloo.
Etheridge!" he called, the tone patiently
aiming at cordiality. "Are you doing
the States?"
Patrice walked on to the end of the
bridge. The voice of the stranger fol-
owed
II knew you the moment 1 saw you.
Bob. my boy" he explained tri-
lmphantly. though 1 must say you've
got quite American He burst into a
oud laugh. Il saw your uncle, Lord
Wrexhan. before I sailed. He and Lady
Anne were-Eh? Yes, I'm getting back
% 1nterdale for the noon train I'm
Tue in Boston tonight. What do you
hear from Sir James? Eth? Is that so?
fancied / had plenty of time" The
wheels receded. the two men still talk
ng. When Mr.. Adamson returned
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