The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-02-12

sat uer nor-e IKE BOY, tne wnTUe nag
| lifted high in the sunshine, watching
the firing line until the last laggard
was in position.
"All right. Gracew said Ferrall brisk
ly. Down went the white flag. The
| far ranged line started into molten
straight across country. dogs at heel.
From her saddle Mrs. Ferrall could
see the advance strung out far afield
from the dark spots moving along the
Fells boundary to the two couples
| traverslng me salt meadows TO north
Crack! A distant report came family
over the uplands against the wind.
Voucher" observed Ferrall, "proba-
bly, a snipe. Hank! He's struck them
again, Grace"
Mrs. Ferrall, watching curiOusly,
saw Siwards gun fly up as two big
dark spots foated up from the marsh
and went swinging over his head.
Crack! Crack Down sheered the
black spots, tumbllng earthward out of
the sky.
Duck" said Ferrall "a double for
Stephen Lord Harry! How that man
can shoot. Isn't it a 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 1t very bad last night?' she
asked in a low voice.
Ferrall shrugged He was not Of
fenslve. He walked steadily enough
upstairs. When | 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, lit is
going to alter him some day dreadful
ly, isn't it, Kemp?"
"YOu mean like Mortimer"
Yes, only Leroy was always a pig"
AS they turned their horses toward
the hghroad Mrs. Ferrall said, do
you know why Sylvia isn't shooting
with HowardY'
NO" replied her husband indiffer-
emily, do your"
NO" She looked out across the sun
lit ocean, ave gray eyes Frightening
with suppressed mischief. But half
suspect"
"What?"
"Oh. all sorts of things, Kemp"
whats one of emf" asked Ferrall,
looking around at her. But his wife
only laughed.
"You don't mean she's throwing her
files at Siward, now that you've hook
ed Quarter for her! 1 thought she'd
played him to the GAR
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 MANI
Grace Ferrall drew bride. THE Gu
rious thing is, Kemp, that she liked
him"
Likes himT'
mo, liked him. / saw how 1t 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, l wish hadn't meddled."
| asNTaH1IaH boxt~
ooh, I told her to do 1t! We had
talks until daylight She may marry
him-I don't know-but If you think
any live woman could be contented
with a muff like thatv'
That's immoral"
"Kemp, I'm not She'd be mad not
to marry him, but l don't know what
I'd do to a man like that If l were his
wife. And you know what a terrific
capacity for mischief there is in Syl-
via. Some day she's going to love
somebody. And it isn't likely to be
Howard. And, oh, Kemp, / do grow
30 tired OF that sort of thingl Do you
suppose nybody win ever make de-
cency a fashion,"
you're doing your best" said Fer.