Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-02-15

Duck" said Ferrall "a double for
Stephen. Lord Harry! How that man
can shoot! Isn't it pity that
He said no more. His pretty wife
astride her thoroughbred, sat silent
gray eyes fixed on the distant figures
of Sylvia Lands and Siward, now
shoulder deep in the reeds.
WAS it very bad last nightT' she
asked in low voice.
Ferrall shrugged. "He was not Of
fensive. He walked steadily enough
upstairs. When l went into his room
he lay ON the bed as If he'd been
struck by lightning, and yet you see
how he is this morning"
after awhile" his wife said, ut is
going to alter him some Gay dreadful
ly, isn't 1t, Kemp"
"You mean like MortimerY
Eyes, only Leroy was always a pig
As they turned their horses toward
the highroad Mrs Ferrall said, "Do
you know why Sylvia isn't shooting
with HowardT'
NO" replied her husband indiffer-
emily, "do you7"
No" She looked out across the sun
lit ocean, grave gray eyes Frightening
with suppressed mischief. But half
suspect"
"What?"
"Oh, all sorts of things, Kemp
whats one of 'em?" asked Ferrall,
looking around at her. But his wife
only laughed.
"You don't mean she's throwing her
flies at Siward, now that you've hook
ed Quarter for her! l thought she'd
played him to the gaff''-
please don't be coarse, Kemp" said
Mrs. Ferrall, sending her horse for
ward. Her husband spurred to her
side, and without turning her head she
continued: "Of course Sylvia won't be
foolish. If they were only safely mar
ried. But Howard is such a pill
what does Sylvia expect with How.
ards millions-a man?'
Grace Ferrall drew bride. ''The GU
rious thing is, Kemp, that she liked
| him.
Likes him."
mo, liked him. saw how it was
| She took his silences for intellectual
meditation, his gallery, his library, his
smatterings for expressions of a cult
waited personality. Then she remem
bered how close she came to running
| off with that cashiered Englishman
and that scared her into clutching the
| substantial in the shape of Howard
Still, wish hadn't meddled."
"Meddled how?"
"Oh, | told her to do It'll We had
talks until daylight She may marry
! him-I don't know-but If you think
any live woman could be contente6
with muff like thatw
That's immoral"
Kemp I'm not. She'd be mad not
to marry him, but don't know What
I'd do to man like that If were his
wife And you know what terrific
capacity for mischief there is in Syl
via. Some day she's going to love
somebody And 1t isn't likely to BIZ
Howard. And, oh, Kemp. do grow
so tired of that sort of thing! Do you
suppose anybody will ever make de
cency fashion,"
you're doing your best" sail Fer
ran, laughing at his wife's pretty boy
| ish face turned back toward him ovel
her shoulder. You're presenting your
cousin and his millions to girl who
can dress the part
Don't Kemp! don't know why
meddled. wish ! hadn't
i II do You can't let Howard alone
You're perfectly possessed to plague
him when he's with you, and now
you've arranged for another woman II
keep 1t up for the rest of his lifetime
What does Sylvia want with mar
who possesses the instincts and intel
lect of coachman? She is asked ev
erywhere. She has her own money
Why not let her alone? Or is 1t tot
lateT" -.
"You mean let her make a fool o.
herself with Stephen Siward2 That Il
where she is drifting" e'ST-yNrts
"Do you think. :sisss / s1ls..,-.
YES, l do. She has a perfect geniu.