The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1908-12-25

-GOod-f you've got the legs and
Sylvia doesn't play baby
ZIP she said Indignantly. Kemp
you annoy me. And I viii bet you
now" she added. flushing. "thAt your
old cup Is ours"
wait" said Siward. laughing Eve
may not shoot straight"
"YOu will Kemp. I'll wager what
ever you dare"
"Gloves7 Stockings against a olga
rette caser' he suggested.
Done" she said disdainfully, NOV.
ing forward along the skirmish line
with nod and smile for the groups
now disintegrating into couples-the
+ Page boys with Eileen Shannon and
Rena Bonnesdel Marion Page follow
ed by Alderdene, Mrs. Vendenning and
, Major Belwether and the Tassel girl
conveyed by Leroy Mortimer. Farther
along the line taking post. she saw
Quarter and Miss Caithness. Captain
Voucher with Mrs. Mortimer and 9th
ers too distant to recognize moving
across country with glitter and CLINT
OF sunlight on slanting gun barrels.
And now Ferrall was climbing into
his saddle beside his pretty wife, who
sat her horse like q boy, the white fac
lifted high in the sunshine, watching
the firing line until the last laggard
was In position.
"All right Gracer" said Ferrall brisk
ly. Down went the white dag The
far ranged line started into motion
straight across country, dogs at heel
From her saddle Mrs. Ferrall could
see the advance strung out far afield
from the dark spots moving along the
Fells boundary to the two couples
traverslng the salt meadows to north
Crack! A distant report came family
over the uplands against the wind.
Voucher" observed Ferrall, ''proba-
bly, q snipe. Harkl He's struck them
again, Grace"
Mrs. Ferrall, watching curiousiy,
saw siward's gun hy up as two big
dark spots doated up from the marsh
and went swinging over his head.
Crack! CrackI Down sheered the
black spots, tumbling earthward out of
the sky.
Duck" said FeFrall "a double FOR
stephen. LORD Harry! How mat man
can shoot! Isn't 1t a pity that
He said no more. His pretty wife,
astride her thoroughbred, sat silent
gray eyes fixed on the distant figures
If Sylvia Lands and Siward, now
shoulder deep in the reeds.
"Was 1t very bad last nightT' she
lsked In low voice.
Ferrall shrugged HE was not Of
ensive. He walked steadily enough
Upstairs. When l went into his room
lie lay on the bed as If he'd been
truck by lightning, and yet you see
low he is this morning"
after awhile" his wife said, ut is
.oing to alter him some day dreadful
Y, isn't 1t, KempT
"You mean like Mortimer
Eyes, only Leroy was always a pig"
AS they turned their horses toward ,
be highrosd Mrs. Ferrall said, do
on know why Sylvia isn't shooting
Nth HowardT'
mo" replied her husband indiffer-
ntly, do your" =
mo" She looked out across the sun
t ocean, grave gray eyes Frightening
18th suppressed mischief. "But half q
aspect" =
"What?"
ooh, all sorts of things, Kemp" =
"Whats one of emp asked Ferrall =
'oking around at her. But his wife =
nly laughed.
"You don't mean she's throwing her I,
les at Siward, now that you've hook :
Quarter for her! | thought she'd =
ayed him to the gaff'-
"Please don't be coarse, Kemp" said
RS. Ferral, sending her horse for q
ard Her husband spurred to her !
de, and without turning her head she !,
'ntinued: "Of course Sylvia won't be +
olish. If they were only safely mar :,
ed, But Howard Is such a pill /.
what does Sylvia expect with How ~
DIS millions-a manY q,
Grace Ferrall drew bride. 1.-THE Gu =,
BUS thing is, Kemp, that she liked
M" \,
Likes him?" n
No liked him. l saw how 1t was. :,
e took his silences for intellectual ~
his gallery, his library, his NJ
atterings for expressions Of cult %
ted personality. Then she remem- IN
red how close she came to running -
with that cashiered Englishman,
d that scared her into clutching the ala
in the shape of Howard. 90
H. wish hadn't meddled." 40
Meddled how" a.
oh, told her to do 1t! We had be
ks until daylight. She may marry as,
IL don't know-but If you think AZ
: live woman could be contented
h a muff like thatv'
That's immoral"
Kemp, I'm not. She'd be mad not TT
marry him. but don't know what
do to man like that IL | were his
a And van know what a tarrifo