Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-02-15

He had gone back to his shooting
again after a cool review of the ethics
involved. 1t even amused him to
think that a girl who had cleverness
enough to marry many millions, with
Quarter thrown in, could have SO
moved him to sentimentality. He had
ceded the big cup of antique silver to
Quarter, too, a matter which troubled
him little, however, as in the irrita-
ton of the reaction he had been shoot.
ing with the brilliancy of demon, and
the gunroOm books were open to any
doubling guests inspection.
Time, therefore, was never heavy on
his hands save when the tide threat.
ened-whe1 at night he stirred and
awoke, conscious of its crawling adj
vance, aware of its steady mounting
menace; moments at table when the
aroma of yine made him catch his
breath; moments in the gunroom redo
lent of spicy spirits, a maddening vola
tile fragrance clinging to the card
room too. Yes, the long days were
filed with such moments for him.
But afield the desire faded, and even
during the day indoors he shrugged de-
sire aside. 1t was night that he, dread
ed-the long hours, lying there tense,
stark eyed, sickened with desire.
AS for Sylvia, she and Grace Ferrall
had taken to motoring. driving away
into the interior or taking long flights
north and south along the coast Some
times they took Quarter; sometimes.
when Mrs. Ferrall drove, they took in
ballast in the shape of a superfuous
Page boy and a girl for him. Once
Grace Ferran asked Siward to join
them; but, no definite time being set,
ne was scarcely surprised to find them
gone when he returned from a morn
ing on the snipe meadows. And Syl-
via, leagues away by that time, curled
up in the tonneau beside Grace Fer
rail-, watched the dark pines flying
past, cheeks pink, eyes like stars,
while the rushing wind drove health
into her and care out of her, cleansing,
purifying. Overwhelming winds flowing
through and through her till her very
soul within her seemed shining through
the beauty of her eyes. Besides. she
had just confessed.
HE kissxCi your repeated Grace Fer
rail- incredulOusly.
Eyes; a number of times. He was
silly enough to do it, and let him."
Il don't know what he said. / was
all nerves, confused, scared-a perfect
stick, in fact l don't believe he'd care
to try again"
Then Mrs. Ferrall deliberately set
tied down in her furs to extract from
the girl beside her every essential de-
tail, and the girl, frank at first. grew
shy and silent-reticent enough to wor-
~ her friend into silence which last
ed a long while for a cheerful little
matron of her sort. Il
Presently they spoke of other mat.
ters-matters interesting to pretty wo-
men with much to do in the coming
winter between New York. Hot Springs
and Florida-surmiseS as to dinners,
dances and the newcomers in the
younger sets. and the marriages to be
arranged or disarranged, and the scan
dals humanity is heir to, and the atti-
tude OF the bishop toward divorce.
Then at last as the big motor cal
swung in a circle at Wenniston Cross
roads and poked its brass and lacquer
muzzle toward Shotover the talk
swung back to Siward once more, hav'
ing travelled half the world over to
find him.
''He is the sweetest fellow with his
MOTHER" sighed Grace, sand that
counts heavily with me. But there's
trouble ahead for her-sorrow and
trouble enough for them both if he is
a true Siward'
"Heredity again. said Sylvia impa'
tiently. isn't he man enough to win
out? I'll bet you he settles down.
marries and''-
'Marries? Not he! How many girls
DO you suppose have believed that
were justified in believing he meant
anything by his ~
affra offua man