Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-01-25

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 off
by 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 on
the edge of his bed, glancing at the
clothing laid out for him. He felt
tired and disinclined for the exertion
of undressing. The shades were up.
Night quicksilvered the window panes
so that they were like a dark mirror
rejecting his face. He inspected his
darkened features curiOusly. The
blurred and somber tinted visage re-
turned the stare.
mot man at all-the shadow of a
man." he said aloud, with no will, no
courage, always putting off the battle,
always avoiding conclusions, always
skulking. What chance is there for
a man like that"
AS one who raises a glass to drink
wine and Unexpectedly finds water, he
shrugged his shoulders disgustedly and
got up. A bath followed. He dressed
leisurely and was pacing the room,
fussing with his collar, when Ferrall
knocked and entered. finding a seat
on the bed.
Stephen" he said bluntly, 81 have
not seen you since that break OF yours
at the club"
Rotten, wasn't itY' commented 81
ward. tying his tie.
Perfectly OF course it doesn't make
any difference to Grace or to me, but
fancy you've already heard from it."
"oh, yes. All / care about is how
my mother took it."
"Of course she was cut up, 1 sup
pose?
Eyes. You know how she would
look at a thing of that sort-nOt that
any of the nine and seventy Earring
sets would care, but those few thou
sands invading the edges, butting in,
people who can't afford to overlook
the victim of fashionable clubs dis
pleasure-those and a woman like my
mother and several other decent mind
ed people who happen to count in
town.
Ferrall, his legs swinging busily.
thought again, then, "WhO was the
girl, Stephen"
81 don't think the papers mentioned
her name," said Siward gravely.
'Oh, / beg your pardon. l thought
she was some notorious actress. Every
body said so. Who were those callow
fools who put you up to it? Never
mind if you don't care to tell. But it
strikes me they are candidates for club
discipline as well as you. 1t was up
to them to face the governors, think. I"
mo, think not"
FerraIl, legs swinging busily, con-
sidered him.
''Too bad" he unused. They need
not have dropped you"
"Oh. they had to. But as long as
the Lenox takes no action 1 can live
that down"
Ferrall nodded: 81 came in to say
something's message from Grace
confound it, what was it? Oh, could
you-before dinner -now-just sit
down and with that Internal facility
of yours make sketch of man chas-
ing gun shy dog?
"Why, yes, if Mrs. Ferra1 wishes"
He walked over to the desk in his
shirt sleeves, sat down, drew blank
sheet of paper toward him and, dip
ping his pen, drew carelessly a gun
shy setter dog rushing frantically
across the stubble and after him, bare
headed, gun in hand, the maddest of
men.
Put a Vandyke beard on him.
grinned FerraH over his shoulder.
There! o Lord, but you have hit it!
Put a licked saddle on the cur-therev'
''Who is this supposed to be-" began
Siward, looking up. But "Waitr chuc-
kled his host, Selling the still wet
sketch and making for the door.
Siward strolled into the bathroom,
washed a spot or two OF ink from his
fingers, returned and buttoned his
waistcoat, then, completing an unhur-
ried toilet went out and down, the
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