Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-02-17

suspended barrels nor any promise OF |
his voice sound as the startled stiffness |
sounded now about her, for he had |
made something a trihe more than |
mere amends for his rudeness. He |
was OVERRIDING everything a little.
He stood on the thicket's edge, alb
sently unloading the weapon, scarcely
understanding what he had done and
what he had not done.
a moment later a far hail sounded
across the uplands, and against the
sky figures moved distantly.
"Alderdene and Marion Page" said
Siward. 81 believe we lunch yonder,
do we not, Miles?'
They climbed the hill in silence, ar
irving after a few minutes to find 9TH
ers already at luncheon-the Page
boys, eager, enthusiastic, recounting
adventure by flood and field; Rena
Bonnesdel, tired and frankly bored and
decorated with more than her share or
mud Eileen Shannon, very pretty, very
effective, having done more execution
with her eyes than with the dainty
fowling piece beside her.
Marion Page nodded to Sylvia and
Siward with a crisp, businesslike ques-
ton or two, then went over to inspect
| their bag, nodding appreciation as
Miles laid the game on the grass.
Eight full brace" she commented.
"We have five and an odd cock pheasant
from Black Fells, / suppose. The
people to our left have been blazing
away like Coney Island, but Rena's
guide says the ferns are full of rab-
bits that way, and Major Belwether
can't hit fur afoot You," she added
frankly to Siward, fought to take the
cup, The birches ahead of you are
full of woodcock. If you don't How
ard Quarter will. He's into fight Of
jack snipe, / hear"
Siward's eyes had suddenly narrow
ed; then he laughed, patting Saga
more's cheeks Il don't believe / shall
shoot very steadily this afternoon" he
said, turning toward the group at
luncheon under the trees. II wish
Quarter we'll with the cup"
"Nonsensew said Marion Page curt
ly. "You are the cleanest shot ] ever
knew" And she raised her glass to
him frankly and emptied 1t with the
precision characteristic of her: Your
cup! With all my hearth
II also drink to your success, Mr. 81
ward" said Sylvia in low voice, lift
ing her champagne glass in the sun
light ITO the Shotover cup-if you
wish it."
In the little gust Of hand clapping
and laughter he turned again to Sylvia
smilingly, saying under his breath,
LAS though winning the cup would
compensate me now for losing it!'
She leaned involuntarily nearer, You
mean that you will not try for itT'
yes"
"That is not fair to mev'
"Why notF
"Because-because do not ask it Of
you"
you need not, now that know your
wish"
"Mr Siward, I-my-wish'-
But she had no chance to finish. AL
ready Rena Bonnesdel was looking at
them, and there was a hint of amused
surprise in Eileen Shannon's mischie-
vous eyes, averted instantly, with ma
licious ostentation.
Then Marion Page took possession Of
him so exclusively, so calmly, that
something in her cool certainty vague
ly irritated Sylvia, who had never liked
her Besides the girl showed too plain
ly her Indifference to other people,
which other people seldom find anus
ing,
stephen" called out Alderdene anx-
iously counting the web loops in his
khaki vest, what do you call fair
shooting at these ruffed grouse? You
needn't be civil about it, you know"
Five shells to bird is good shoot
ing" answered Siward. Don't you
think so, Miss Pager"
"You have a better score, Mr.. 81
ward" said Marion Page, with a hos
tile glance at Alderdene, who had not
made good Impatient TO start, she
had turned her tailor made back to the
company and was instructing his crest
fallen lordship very plainly: You fire
too quickly, Blinky. Two seconds is
what you must count when a grouse
flushes. You must say, Mark, right,
OF Mark, left, bangr"
And SO the luncheon party, lord and
lady, twins and maidens, guides and
dogs, trailed away across the ridge
distant silhouettes presently against
the sky, then gone. And after a little
, while the far dry. accentless report
of smokeless powder announced that
the opening of the season had been re
, sumed and the birds were dying fast
In the glory of perfect day.
"Are you ready, Mr. SiwardT She
! stood waiting for him at the edge OF
, the thicket Miles resumed his game
! sack and her fowling piece. The dog
!, came up, looking him anxiously in the
eyes.
, So he walked forward beside her
, into the dappled light Of the thicket
, Within a few minutes the dog stood