Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-05-02

what a mischief maker you are!'
said Sylvia listlessly.
There seemed, in fact. little to inter
est her that summer at ShOtOver
House. Her interest. too. in people
had seemingly been extinguished.
Once or twice she did inquire as to
AIariOn's whereabouts and learned that
Miss Page was fishing in Minnesota
somewhere, but would return to Shot
over when the shooting opened. Some.
body, Captain Voucher perhaps, men
toned to somebody in her hearing that
Siward was still in New York.
The hot month dragged on. Quar-
rier came. Agatha Caithness arrived a
few days later-scheme Of the Fer
rails involving Alderdene-but the ST.
wanoa did not come. and Plank re.
manned invisible. Leila Mortimer ar
rived from Swans HarbOr toward the
middle of the month. offering no in.
formation as to the whereabouts OF
what Major BeIwether delicately des-
ignated as her Legitimate" But ev-
erybody knew he was at last to be
crossed off and struck clean out. and
the ugly history of the winter. now so
1mpudently corroborated at Saratoga.
gave many a hostess the opportunity
long desired.
Cad" said Alderdene, shes well
rid of him.
"a suit before a referee would settle
him." unused Voucher. He hasn't
leg to stand on. Lord, the same cat
that tripped up Stephen Siward!
Fleetwood's quick eyes glimmered
for an instant in Quarters direction.
Quarter was In the billiard room. out
of earshot, practicing balk line prob
lens with Major Belwether. and Fleet
wood said: 1.-The same cat that tripped
up Stephen Siward. Yes. But who let
her loosen
''It was your dinner. You ought to
know" said Voucher 'bluntly.
''I do know. He brought her." nod
ding toward the billiard room.
'Belwether?''
NO" yawned Fleetwood.
Somebody said presently: isn't he
one of the governors: Oh. l say. that
was rather rough on Siward. though"
Sylvia, passing the hall glanced in
through the gunroOm door with an alb
sentminJed smile at the men and their
laughing greeting as they rose with
uplifted glasses to salute her
The sweetest of az observed a
man, disconsolately emptying his glass.
ooh. irony What MARRIAGE"
Beverly Plank had no time for any
thing outside of his own particular
to Il n
big. darkened house in lower Fifth
avenue where the days had been hard
on Siward and the nights harder.
Siward. however, could walk now.
using his crutches still, but often stop
ping to gently test his left foot and
see how much weight he was able TO
bear on it, even taking a tentative step
or two without crutch support. He
drove when he thought it prudent to
use the horses in the heat, usually
very early in the morning. though
sometimes at night with Plank when
the latter had time to run his touring
car through the park and out into the
Bronx or WeStchester for breath or
air.
But Plank wanted him to go away,
get out of the city for his GONZALES
cence, and Siward fatty declined. de-
manding that Plank permit him to do
his share in the fight against the Inter
county people.
When it was that he first began to
like Plank very much he could not ex-
actly remember. He was not perhaps
aware Of how much he liked him.
Plank's unexpected fits of shyness. of
formality, often and often amused
him. But there was a subtler feeling
under the unexpressed amusement
and. beneath all. constantly increas-