The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-05-27
Dr.. Shops
Restorative s! D., Il!
"ALL DEALERS"

He told Lydia this, ana she seemed u
agree with him. This pleased him.
She had not pleased him very much
recently. For one thing she was be
coming too friendly with some Of his
friends, Desmond in particular.
Plank. it was known, had opened his
great house at Black Fells. His serv-
ants, gamekeepers, were there, his
stables, kennels, greenhouses, model
stock farm-all had been put in i'm
maculate condition pending the advent
Of the master. But Plank had no
appeared His new seagoing steaE.
yacht Siwanoa still lay in the East riv-
er, and at rare intervals a significant
glimmer of bunting disclosed the own
er's presence aboard for an hour OF
two.
The Ferralls were at Shotover with
their first installment of guests. Syl-
via was there, Quarter expected, be-
cause Kemp Ferrall's break with him
was not a social one and Grace's rea!
affection for Sylvia blinded neither
her nor her husband to the material
and social importance of the intimacy.
Siward was not invited. Neither had
an invitation to him been even dis
cussed in view of what Grace was
aware of and what everybody knew
concerning the implacable relations eX-
listing between him personally and
Howard Quarter.
Bridge, yachting and motoring were
the August sports. The shooting Sc;
had not yet arrived. of cOurse-in fact,
there was still another relay expected
the shooting coterie for the first two
weeks. But Sylvia was expected I.
last through and hold over with a brie
interlude for a weeks end at LenoX
50 was Quarter, and Grace, alwOys
animated by a lively but harmless
malice, hoped to heaven that Plank
might arrive before Quarter left.
"Oh, TO see them together in a small
ROOM" she sighed ecstatically in Syl-
Was ear I'D certainly poke them up
If they only turned around sulkily in
the corners Of the cage and evinced
desire to lie down"
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
MariOn'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
as TO the whereabouts of
what Major Belwether 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
cOrrObOrated at Saratoga.
gave many 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 a
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: The same cat that tripped
up Stephen Siward. Yes. But who let
her loosen
1T was your dinner You ought to
know" said Voucher bluntly.
II do know. He brought her." nod
ding toward the billiard room.
"Belwether?"
mo" 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 abb
sentminded smile at the men and their
laughing greeting as they rose with
uplifted glasses to salute her.
THE sweetest of ALL" observed
man, dlsconsolately emptying his glass.
"Oh, irony! What a marriage"
Beverly Plank had no time for any
thing outside of his own particular
business except to go every day to the
big, darkened house in lower Fifth
avenue where the days had been hard
on Slward 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 tentative step
or two without crutch. support He