Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-02-01

shoulder deep in the reeds.
"Was it very bad last night?' she
asked in low voice.
Ferra1 shrugged. He was not Of
fensive. He walked steadily enough
upstairs. When l went into his room
he lay on the bed as if he'd been
struck by lightning, and yet you see
how he is this morning."
"After awhile" his wife said, lit is
going to alter him some day dreadful
ly, isn't it, Kemp?"
"You mean like Mortimer"
Eyes, only Leroy was always a pig"
AS they turned their horses toward
the highroad Mrs. Ferrall said, 'DO
you know why Sylvia isn't shooting
with Howard %
NO." replied her husband indiffer-
emily, "do you?"
mo" She looked out across the sun
with suppressed mischief. "But half
suspect"
"What?"
"Oh, all sorts of things, Kemp"
"What's one of emp asked Ferrall,
looking around at her. But his wife
only laughed.
'You don't mean she's throwing her
flies at Siward, now that you've hook
ed Quarter for her! l thought she'd
played him to the gaff''-
please don't be coarse, Kemp" said
Mrs Ferrall, sending her horse for
ward. Her husband spurred TO her
side, and without turning her head she
continued: "Of course Sylvia won't be
foolish. If they were only safely mar
ried. But Howard is such a pill''-
what does Sylvia expect with How
ards millionS-a manY
Grace Ferrall drew bride. 1.-The Gu
rious thing is, Kemp, that she liked
him.
Likes him?'
mo, liked him. / saw how it was.
She took his silences for intellectual
meditation. his gallery, his library, his
smatterings for expressions of a cult
waited personality. Then she remem-
bered how close she came to running
off with that cashiered Englishman,
and that scared her into clutching the
substantial in the shape Of Howard.
Still, wish 1 hadn't meddled"
''Meddled howY"
ooh, l told her to do it! We had
talks until daylight. She may marry
him-I don't know-but if you think
any live woman could be contented
with muff like THAR
t"ThatS immoral"
Kemp, I'm not. She'd be mad not
to marry him. but don't know what
I'd do to a man like that if / were his
wife, And you know what terrific
capacity for mischief there is in Syl-
via. Some day she's going to love
somebody. And it isn't likely to be
Howard And, oh, Kemp. do grow
so tired of that sort of thing! Do you
suppose anybody will ever make de.
cency a fashion"
You're doing your best said Fer
rail-, laughing at his wife's pretty boy
ish face turned back toward him over
her shoulder. You're presenting your
cousin and his millions to a girl who
can dress the part
Don't. Kemp! l don't know why l
meddled. l wish l hadn't
II do. You can't let Howard alone.
You're perfectly possessed to plague
him when he's with you, and now
you've arranged for another woman to
keep it up for the rest of his lifetime.
What does Sylvia want with man
who possesses the instincts and intel
lect of a coachman? She is asked ev-
erywhere She has her own money.
Why not let her alone? Or is it too
late?"
"You mean let her make fool of
herself with Stephen Siward? That is
where she is drifting"
do you think
Eyes, l do. She has perfect genius
for selecting the wrong man, and she's
already sorry for this one. I'm sorry
for Stephen, too. but it's safe for me
to be-"
"She might make something of him"
'You know perfectly well no woman
ever did make anything of doomed