The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-01-15


sun uppeI rreeUops against a 81! ~
azure stirred like FURNISHED foliage in
q tapestry.
There is nobody here, Of course "
observed Miss Lands to Siward IS
they halted in front of the fireplace.
"The season opens today in this cou BE-
ty, you see"-she shrugged her pretty
shoulders-"and the women who don t
shoot make the first field luncheon Il
function"
She turned, nodded her adieus. then,
over her shoulder casually, IF VI
haven't an appointment with the sand
man before. dinner you may find me
In the gunroom.'
I'll be there in about three min
utes." he said. "And what about this
dog" looking down at the Sycamore
pup. who stood before him wagging,
attentive, always the gentleman to the
tips of his toes.
Miss Lands laughed. Take him to
your room if you like. Dogs have the
run of the house."
SO he followed a servant to the floor
above, where a smiling and very orna-
mental maid preceded him through a
corridor and into that heavy wing Of
the house which frOnted the sea
"Tea is served in the gunroom, sir, ="
said the pretty maid and disappeared
to give place to n melancholy and ST.
lent young man. who turned on the
bath. laid out fresh raiment and. whis-
pering scotch or Irish, sir?' present
ly effaced himself.
Before he quenched his own thirst
Siward filed a bowl and set it on the
floor, and it seemed as though the dog
would never finish gulping and slab
bering in the limpid icy water.
ITS the salt air. my boy" comment
ed the young man, gravely reilling
his own glass as though accepting TIE
excuse on his own account.
Then man and beast completed alb
lutions and grooming and filed out
through the wide corridor around the
gallery and down the broad stairway
to the gunroom, an oaken vaulted
place illuminated by the sun. where
mellow lights sparkled on glass cased
rows Of fOwling pieces and rifles, on
the polished antlers of shaggy moose
heads.
Miss Lands sat curled up in a cush-
toned corner under the open easement
panes offering herself a cup of tea.
Che looIyo1 nm nod1in0 fnvitotiCn IJn
found a place beside her. servant
whispered, scotch or Irisl, sirT' then
set the crystal paraphernalia at his
elbow.
He said something about the salt
air casually. The girl gazed medita-
lively at space.
The sound of wheels on the gravel
outside aroused her from a silence
which had become a brown study, and
TO Siward presently she said, Here
endeth our first rendezvous"
"Then let us arrange another i'm
medlately," he said. stirring the ice In
his glass.
The girl considered him with specn
lative eyes. Il shouldn't exactly know
what to do with you for the next hour
If didn't abandon you"
"Why bother TO do anything with
me? Why even give yourself the
trouble of deserving me? That solves
the problem"
81 really don't mean that you are
problem to me, Mr. Siward," she said,
amused. II mean that 1 am going to
drive again"
81 see"
"No; you don't see at all. There's a
telegram. I'm not driving for pleas
ure"
She had not meant that either, and 1t
annoyed her that she had expressed
herself in such terms. AS a matter of
fact, at the telegraphed request of Mr..
Quarter she was going to Black FEELS
Crossing to meet his train from the
lakes and drive him back to Shotover.
The drive, therefore, was. of course.
drive for pleasure.
II see. repeated Siward amiably.
perhaps you do" she observed, ris-
Ing to her graceful height. He was on
his feet at once, 80 carelessly, so good
humoredly acquiescent that without
any reason at all she hesitated.
Il had meant to show you about