Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-07

Put a Yandyke beard on him." grin2ed Ferrall over his shoulder. There! O Lord, but you have hit 1t! Put ticked saddle on the cur-therev'
 "Who is this supposed to be?" began Siward, looking up. But "Wait!' chuc- kled his host, seizing 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 stairway to the big living room. There were a number of people there-Mrs. Leroy Mortimer, very fetching with her Japanese-like coloring, black hair and eyes that slanted just enough; Rena Bonnesdel, smooth, violet eyed, blond and rather stunning in pecul- iarly innocent way; Miss Caithness, very pale and slimly attractive, and the Page boys, Willis and Gordon, de- lightfully shy and interested and hay ing a splendid time with any woman who could afford the intellectual lei sure.
 siward spoke pleasantly to them all. Other people drifted down-Marion Page, who looked like a schoolmarm and rode like a demon; Eileen Shan non, pink and white as a thorn blos- som, with the deuce to pay lurking in her gray eyes; Kathryn Tassel and Mrs. Vendenning, whom he did not know, and finally his hostess, Grace Ferrall, with her piquant, almost boy ish, freckled face and sweet, frank eyes and the figure of an adolescent.
 She gave Siward one pretty sun browned hand and laid the other above his, holding it moment in her light clasp.
 Stephen, Stephen" she said under her breath, tits because I've a few things to scold you about that I've asked you to Shotover."
 T suppose know" he said.
 q should hope you do. I've letter tonight from your mother"
 From my mother"
 "uht ' ou to 6V ONCI 1C-Wttu if we can find minute after dinner" She released his hand, turning partly around. Kemp, dinners been an- nounced. so cut that dog story in two. Will you give me your arm, Major Belwether? Howard" to her cousin Mr Quarter, who turned from Miss Landis to listen, twill you please try to recollect whom you are to take in and do it?" And as she passed Siward in a low voice, mischievous and slangy, Sylvia Landis for yours, as she says she didn't have enough of you on the cliffs"
 The others appeared to know how to pair according to some previous mo- tice. Siward turned to Sylvia Landis with the pleasure of his good fortune so plainly visible in his face that her own frightened in response.
 You see," she said gayly, you can not escape me. There is no use in looking wildly at Agatha Caithness"- he wasn't-"or pretending you're pleas ed," slipping her rounded bare arm through the arm he offered. You can't guess what I've done tonight. Nobody can guess except Grace Fer rall and one other person. And if you try to look happy beside me I may tell you-somewhere between sherry and cognac-oh, yes, I've done two things have your dog for you"
 Not Sagamore?" he said incredulous- ly as he was seating her.
 "Certainly-Sagamore. said to MT. Quarter, I want Sagamore,' and when he tried to give him to me made him take my check. Now you may draw another for me at your leisure, MT. Siward. Tell me, are you pleased" Nor she was looking for the troubled hesitation in his face, and she saw 1t dawning.
 "N1r. Quarter doesn't like me, you know"-
 But do," she said coolly. q told him how much pleasure it would give me. That is sufficient, is it not, for everybody concerned"
 He knew that you meant to-
 "No; that concerns only you and me. l Are you trying to spoil my pleasure in what have done"
 "I can't take the dog, Miss Landis."
 'Oh," she said, vexed, q had no idea you were vindictlve." Il There was a silence. He bent for ward a triie. gravely scrutinizing a hand painted" name card, though 1t might not have astonished him to | learn that somebody's foot had held | the brush. Somewhere in the vicinity | Grace Ferrall had discovered a woman l who supported dozens of relatives by | painting that sort of thing for the summer residents at Vermilion Point, | down the coast. So. being charitable, she left an order and, being thrifty, | insisted on using the cards spite of her husbands gIbes. People were now inspecting them | with more or less curiosity. Siward found his hand painting" so unat- tractive that he had just tipped 1t over to avoid seeing it, when a burst of laughter from Lord Alderdene made everybody turn. Mrs. Yendenning was