Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-01-17

iarly innocent way: Miss Caithness
very pale and SHINY attractive. and
the Page boys, Willis and Gordon. de
lightfully shy and interested and hay
Ing splendid time with any woman
who could afford the intellectual lei
sure.
Siward spoke pleasantly to them all
Other people drifte1 down-Marion
Page, who looked like schoolmarm
and rode like a demon: Eileen Shan
non, pink and white as thorn bios.
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
Drowned hand and laid the other above
his, holding 1t q moment in her light
clasp.
stephen, Stephen" she se,d under
her breath, Its because I'VE few
things to scold you about that I've
asked you to Shotover."
II suppose l know" he said.
II should hope you do. I've letter
tonight from your mother"
From my motherW
II want you to 90 over it-with me
IL 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
Lands to listen, will you please try
to recollect whom you are to take in
and do it?" And as she passed Siward
in low voice, mischievous and slangy,
sylvia Lands 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 no
tice. Siward turned to Sylvia Lands
with the pleasure Of his good fortune
SO plainly visible in his face that hel
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
rail- and one other person. And II you
try to look happy beside me may tell
you-somewhere between sherry and
cognac-oh, yes, I've done two things
l have your dog for your
mot SagamoreY he said incredulous-
ly as he was seating her.
"Certainly-Sagamore. said to Mr..
Quarter, I want Sycamore and when
he tried to give him to me made him
take my check. Now you may draw
another for me at your leisure, Mr..
Siward. Tell me, are you pleased?'
for she was looking for the troubled
hesitation in his face, and she saw 1t
dawning.
"Mr. Quarter doesn't like me, you
know
"But l do" she said coolly. II told
him how much pleasure it would give
me. That is sufficient, Is it not, for
everybody concerned?"
"He knew that you meant to-
mo; that concerns only you and me.
Are you trying to spoil my pleasure IL
what have done?"
II can't take the dog, Miss Lands"
'.Oh," she said, vexed, Il had no idea
you were vindictive."
There was silence. He bent for
ward trlfe, gravely scrutinizing q
"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 woman
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
ICOplC WSAC AVW AAoRVSSAAA0 SAASAAA
with more or less curiosity. Siward
found his hand painting" so unat-
tractive that he had just tipped it over
to avoid seeing 1t, when a burst of
laughter from Lord Alderdene made
everybody turn. Mrs. Vendenning was
laughing; so was Rena Bonnesdel, look
ing over Quarters shoulder at card
he was holding-not one of the ''hand''
decorated, but sheet Of note paper
containing a drawing of man rush
ing after gun shy dog.
The extraordinary cackling laughter
of his lordship obliterated other sounds
for awhile. Rena Bonnesdel possessed
herself Of the drawing and held 1t up,
amid shout of laughter, and, to his
excessive annoyance, Siward saw that
unconsciously he had caricatured
Quarter, Ferrall's malicious request
for vandyke beard making the carl,
cature dreadfully apparent.
Quarter had at first flushed up; then
he forced a smile, but his symmetrical
Foo%,,roo wnro novar cordial when he