The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1908-07-23

using the Qecanter SOOd zeal, Tx
cept Mortimer, nobody was doing that
sort Of thing as freely as he.
He set his glass on the table thought
fully. A tinge Of color had crept into
his lean cheeks.
Ferrall, too, suddenly uncomfortable,
stood up. saying something about
dressing Several men arose trifle
stiftly, feeling in every joint the result
Of the first days shooting after all
those idle months. Mortimer got up,
with an unfeigned groan. Siward fol-
lowed, leaving his glass untouched.
One or two other men came In from
the billiard room. All greeted Siward
amiably, all excepting one, who may
not have seen him-an elderly, pink,
soft gentleman with white downy
chop whiskers and the profile Of be-
nevolent buck rabbit.
How do you do, Mr.. BelwetherT'
said Siward in a low voice without
offering his hand.
Then Major Belwether saw him,
bless you-yes, indeed! And, though
Siward continued not to offer his hand,
Major Belwether meant to have 1t,
bless your heart, and he fused and
fused and beamed cordiality until he
secured 1t in his plump white fingers
and pressed 1t effusively.
There was something about his soft
warm hands which had always re-
minded Siward Of the temperature and
texture of a newly Matched bird. 1t
had been some time since he had
shaken hands with Major Belwether.
1t was apparent that the bird had not
aged any.
Slipping his arm through the pivot
sleeve of Lord Alderdene's shooting
jacket, hooking the other In Siward's
| reluctant elbow and driving Mortimer
ahead of him, Major Belwether went
garrulously away up the stairs. his
| lordship's handy little legs trotting be-
side him, the soaking CATERS and shoes
stopping at every step
Siward turned off down his corri-
dor, unaware that the Sycamore pup
was following close at his heels until
he heard Quarters even. colorless
voice, "Ferrall, would you be good
enough to send Sycamore to your ken
nelsY'
ooh, he's your dog! l forgot" said
Siward, turning around.
Quarter looked ut him. pausing a
moment.
Eyes, he said coldly; "he's my dog
For fraction of second the two
mems eyes encountered; then Siward
glanced at the dog and turned on his
heel with the slightest shrug, and that
| is all there was to the incident-an
anxious, perpleXed puppy lugged of
by a servant, turning, jerking, twist
ing, resisting. looking piteously back as
his unwilling feet slid over the pol.
ished floor.
So Siward walked on alone through
the long eastern wing to his room
overlooking the sea. He sat down or
the edge of his bed, glancing at the
clothing laid out for him. He felt
tired and disinclined for the exertior
Of undressing. The shades were up
Night quicksilvered the window panes
so that they were like dark mirror
rejecting his face. He inspected his
darkened features curiously. The
blurred and somber tinted visage re
turned the stare.
"Not man at all-the shadow OF Q
man." he said aloud, with no will, NJ
courage, always putting off the battle
always avoiding conclusions. always
skulking. What chance is there fol
man like that?'
As one who raises u glass to drink
wine and Unexpectedly finds water, III
shrugged his shoulders disgustedly an(
got up. A bath followed. He dressed
leisurely and was pacing the room
fussing with his collar, when Ferral
knocked and entered, finding sea
on the bed.
"Stephen," he said bluntly, II hav'
not seen you since that break Of your
at the club"
Rotten, wasn't 1T" commented 81
ward, tying his tie.
Perfectly. OF course It doesn't max
any difference to Grace or to me. bu
fancy you've already heard from r.