Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1908-01-31

man. He'd Kill her. mean IL. Kemp
He would literally kill her with grief
She isn't like Leila Mortimer, she isn't
like most girls of her sort You men
think her rather stunning. highly
tempered. unreasonable young girl
with Il reserve of sufficiently trained
intelligence TO marry the best our mar,
ket offers and close her eyes-a thor.
oughbred with the caprices OF one. but
also with the grated instinct for prop
er mating"
Well. that's all right, isn't IT. ask.
ed Ferrall That's the way | size EeT
up. Isn't it correctY'
Yes. in way. She has all the eX
pensiye training of the thoroughbred
and all the ignorance TOO. She is cold
booded because wholesome triae
skeptical because So absolutely un'
awakened. She never experienced a
deep emotion. Impulses have intoxi-
Gated her once or twice. But--but II
ever man uwakeus hei-I don't care
who he is-you'll see girl you never
knew, brand new creature emerge
with the last rags and laces OF conyen-
tionality dropping from her. woman.
Kemp. helress to every generous i'm
pulse every emotion. every vice. every
virtue Of all that brilliant race of
hers"
1 You seem to know" be said anus.
ed and curious
Il know. Major Bcwether told me
that he had thought of Howard as an
anchor for her 1t seemed pity
Howard with all his cold, heavy mega
tive inertia, | said I'd do 1t did
And now don't know, wish. almost
( wish hadn't"
What has changed your ideaSF"
al don't know. Howard Is safer than
Stephen Siward. already in the first
clutches OF his master vice. Would
you mate what she mherits from her
mother and her mothers mother with
what is that poor boys heritage from
the Siwards?"
She held her horse to II walk. rid
ing forward. grave. thoughtful pre-
occupied with Il new problem. only
! part of which she had told her hus-
band.
For that night she had been awaken
ed In her bed to find standing beside
her white. wide eyed figure. shiver-
Ing, limbs a-chill beneath her clnging
lace. She had taken the palIid visitor
to her arms and warmed her and
soOthed her and whispered To her.
murmuring the thousand little words
and sounds, the breathing magic moth
ers use with children.
Driven she knew not why. Sylvia
had crept from her room in search of
the still, warm, fragrant nest and the
whispered reinsurance and the caress
she had never before endured. Yes.
now she craved it. invited it. longed
for safe arms around her the hover
ing hand on her hair. Was this Syl.
viap
And Grace Ferrali clearing her
sleepy eyes, amazed incredulous of the
cold. childlike hands upon her shoul
ders, caught her In her arms with a
little laugh and sob and drew her TO
her breast, to soothe and caress and re.
assure, to make up to her all she could
Of what is every child's Just heritage.
And for long while Sylvia. lying
there. told her nothng-because she
did not know how-merely word,
restless question half ashamed barely
enough to shadow forth the something
stirring her toward an awakening in
q new world
And at length. gravey. inuocently.
she spoke of her engagement and the
worldly possibilities before her. of the
man she was to marry and her new
and unexpected sense of loneliness in
his presence now that she had seen
him again after months.
She spoke presently Of Siward, n
Fugitive question or two offered indf
ferently at first, then with shy persist
ence and curiosity, knowing nothing
OF the senseiess form flung face down
ward across the sheets in IA room close
by. And thereafter the murmured bur
den of the theme was Siward until one.
heavy eyed, turned from the white
dawn Silvering the windows. sighed
and fell asleep. and one lay silent head
half buried in its tangled gold wide
awake, thinking vague thoughts that
had no ending. no beginning And at
last rosy bar of light fell across the
wall, and the warm shadows faded
from corner and curtain, and. turning
on the pillow her face nestled in her
hair, she fell asleep
Nothing Of this had Mrs. Ferrall told
her husband. Nothing of this could
her husband understand had she words