Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1908-05-15

INC. i. I've been perfect fool not
to. Howard hates him."
How do you know"
"What a question! A woman knows
such things. Then, you remember that
caricature-so dreadfully like Howard.
Howard has no, sense of humor. He
detests such things. 1t was the most
dreadful thing that Mr.. Siward could
have done to him."
"Meddled again. groaned Grace
Doesn't Howard know that did
thatT
Eyes, but nothing Gun say alters
his conviction that the likeness was
intended. You know it was likeness.
And if MIR. Siward had not told me
that it was not intended | should new
or have believed it to be an accident"
After q prolonged silence Sylvia said
overcarelessly: 81 don't quite under
stand Howard. With me anger lasts
but q moment, and then I'm open 10
overtures for peace. ! think How
ards anger lasts"
at does" said Grace. "He was a
muff as boy-a prig with a prlg 8
memory under all his shallow, snowy
surface. I'm frank with you. l never
could take my cousin either respect
fully or seriously, but Pve known him
to take his own anger so seriously that
years after he has visited it upon those
who had really wronged him. And he
is equipped for retaliation if he chooses.
That fortune of his reaches far. Not
that | think him capable Of using such
a power to satisfy mere personal dis
like. Howard has principles, loads or
them, but the weapon Is there"
as it true that Mr.. Siward is inter-
ested in building electric roads?" asked
Sylvia curiously. "Mr. Mortimer said
So"
"Then suppose he is. I'll ask Kemp
If you like. Why? Isn't it all right
to build them"
81 suppose so. Howard is in it some
how. In fact, Towards company Is
behind Mr.. Siward's, believe"
Grace Ferrall turned and looked at
the girl beside her, laughing outright.
ooh, Howard doesn't do mysterious
financial things. Besides that, II
Howard is in that thing no doubt
Kemp and ! are too. So your nice
young man is in very safe company" !
"You draw such silly differences"
said Sylvia coolly, but there was
good deal of color in her cheeks, and
she knew it and pulled her big motor
veil across her face, fastening it under
her chin, all of which amused Grace
Ferrall infinitely until the subtler sig
niflcance of the girls mental processes
struck her, SOLDERING her own thoughts
Sylvia, too, had grown serious in her
preoccupation, 'and the partie-a-deux
terminated a few minutes later In
duet of silence over the teacups in the
guEroom.
A few moments later Sylvia, glanc-
ing over her shoulder, noticed that a
fine misty drizzle had clouded the case
ments. That meant that her usual
evening stroll on the cliffs with Quar-
rier before dressing for dinner was Of.
And she drew O little breath of uncon-
scious relief as Marion Page walked
in, her light wooden shooting jacket,
her hat, shoes and the barrels of the
fowling piece tucked under her left
armpit, all glimmering frostily with
powdered raindrops.
She said something to Grace Ferrall
about the mist promising good point
shooting in the morning, took the or
der book from servant, jotted down
her request to be called an hour before
sunrise, filed In the gunroom records
with her score-the species and num-
Der bagged and the number of shells
used-and, accepting the tea offered,
drew out a tiny cigarette case of sweet
bay wood heavily crusted with rose
gold
with whom were you shooting?"
asked Grace, as Marion dropped one
well shaped leg over the other and
wreathed her delicately tanned fea-
lures in smoke.
stephen Siward and Blinky. They're
at it yet, but l had some letters to
write" She glanced leisurely at Sylvia
and touched the ash tray with the
whitening end Of her cigarette. THAT
dog you let Mr.. Siward have is a good
one. I'm taking him to Jersey next
week for the cock shooting"
Sylvia returned her calm gaze blank
ly.
An unreasonable and disagreeable
shock had passed through her.
"My North Carolina pointers are USE
less for close work." observed Marion