Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-02-13
Copyright 1905, by the Curtis Publishing Company
Copyright, 1905, by Robert w. Chambers

The gay uproar had partly subsidized,
inenewed here and there as the sketch
was passed along and, finally making
: the circle, returned, like a bad penny,
10 Quarter He smiled again symmet-
Srically as he received 1t, nodding his
compliments to Alderdene.
ooh, no." cackled his lordship; 81
hdidn't draw it, old chapv'
"Nor l. / only wish / could" added
Captain Voucher.
Nor l, nor l. Who did itP' ran the
schorus along the table.
Il didn't do it," said Sylvia gravely,
hooking across at Quarter And sud
denly Quarters large handsome eyes
met Siward's for the briefest fraction
of a second, then were averted, But
into his face there crept an expression
less pallor that did not escape Siward
mo, nor Sylvia Lands.
Presently under cover of a rapid fire
of chatter she said, Did you draw
fhat?"
Eyes; l had no idea 1t was meant
for him. You may imagine how likely
I'D be to take any liberty with a man
who already dislikes me-"
T'But 1t resembles him In very
dreadful way"
Il know it. You must take my
word for what have told you"
She looked up at him. Il do" Then:
ITS a pity. Mr.. Quarter does not
consider such things humorous. He
he Is very sensitive. Oh, l wish that
fool Englishman had been in Bally-
shooy'
H "But he didn't do it."
a,e ''No, but he put you up to it, or Grace
Ferrall did. l wish Grace would let
Mr.. Quarter alone. She has always
been perfectly possessed to plague him.
She seems unable to take him serious
Iy. and he simply hates it. 1 don't
think he'd tolerate her If she were not
his cousin"
I'm awfully sorry" was all Siward
said, and for awhile he gloomily busted
himself with whatever was brought to
MIN.
-'Don't look that way" came a low
voice beside him.
"Do / show everything as plainly as
fhat?" he asked curiously.
j seem to read you-sometimes."
ats very nice of you," he said
4Nice?"
ITO look at me-now and then"
''Oh," she cried resentfully, "don't be
lgratefulr'
-I-really am not, you know" he
said. laughing.
That" she rejoined slowly, sis the
truth. You say conventional things in
N manner-in an agreeably personal
gmanner-that interests women. But
you are not grateful to anybody for
anything. You are Indifferent. and
you can't help being nice to people, so
some day some girl viii think you are
grateful and will have miserable
time of it,
Miserable timer
Waiting for you to say what never
viii enter your head to say"
"YOu mean II
N'Flirt2 No. l mean that you don't
-Girt: that you are always dreamily
occupied with your own affairs. from
which hstlessly congenial occupation,
when drawn. you are so Unexpectedly
nice that girl Immediately desires to
see how nice you can be-"
What a charming indictment you
adrawp' he said. amused.
Its grave one, / assure you. I've
been talking about you to Grace Fer
.rall- | asked to be placed beside you
mt dinner. told her hadn't had half
enough of you on the cliff. Now, what
do you think of yourself for being too
nice to a susceptible girl? i think it's
Immoral"
They both were laughing now. Sew
seral people glanced at them, smiling in
sympathy. Alderdene took that oppor-
tlInity to revert to the sketch. furnish
ing a specimen of his own inimitable
laughter as a running accompaniment
TO the story of Quarter and his dog
IN North Carolina until he had every
body, as usual, laughing, not at the
story. but at him. all of which demon
stration was bitterly offensive to Quar-
rier. He turned his eyes once on Miss
Lands and on Siward, then dropped
them.
The hostess arose. A rustic and
furry of silk and lace and the scraping
or chairs, a lingering word or laugh,
and the color vanished from the room,
leaving a circle of men in black stand
Ing around the table.
Here and there man. lighting
cigarette, boted his coffee and cognac
and strolled out to the gunroom. Fer
rail-, gesticulating vigorously, resumed
his preprandial dog story to Captain
Voucher. Belwether buttonholed AL
derdene and bored him with an IN
terminably facetious tale until that
nobleman, threatened with maxillary
disloeation, fairly wrenched himself
loose AID came over to Siward, squint- !
ing furiously.
"Old asp he muttered His chop
whiskers look like the chops of a
Southdown ram, and he's got the wits !
OF one. Look here, Stephen, / hear |
you fell into no end of a scrape In |