Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1908-01-17

Ms lNAANA " AAAANAH 49,
hear such a laugh: No wonder MIR
Quarter j. annoyed
The gay uproar hid partly subsidized
renewed here aud there a. the sketch
was passed along aud. finally making
the circle. returned. like had penny.
TO Quarter. he smiled again symmet-
rically as be received H. nolding his
compliments 10 Alder,ieu-,
''Oh. no." cackled his l0rdship: i
didn't draw II. old chap
Nor I. only wish ! could" aided
Captain Voucher.
Nor I. nor |. Who did itf' ran the
chorus along the table.
Il didn't do IT," said Sylvia graveiy.
looking across ut Quarter Aud sud
denly Quarters large handsome eyes
met Siward's for the hrielrst iiaeli"n
OF a second, then were ayerie'l but
into his face there crept AN expression
less pallor that did not escape Si"dd
no. nor Sylvia Lands.
Presently under cover Of rapid TIRE
OF chatter she said. Did you draw
thatf"
"yes: had no idea It was meant
for him. You may imagine how likely
Id he 10 take any liberty with Il maa
who already dislikes me"
"But It resembles him in a very
dreadful way"
Il know IL. You must take my
word for what have told YOU.
She looked up at him. Il do Then:
Its a pity. Mr. Quarter does not
consider such things humorous. He
he is very sensitive. Oh. ! wish that
fool Englishman had been in Bally-
hoo."
But he didn't. do It,"
mo, but he put you up to it, or Grace
| Ferrull did. | wish Grace would let
Mr.. Quarter alone. She has always
been perfectly possessed To plague him.
She seems unable to take him serious
Iy. and be simply hates 1t. | don't
think he'd tolerate her II she were not
his cousin"
I'm uwfully sorry" was all Siward
said. and for awhile he gloOmily husiei
himself with whatever was brought to
him.
Don't look that way" came a low
voice beside him.
DO | show everything as plainly as
THAR" he asked curiously.
IL seem TO read you-SometimeS."
"Its very nice of you" he said.
Mice
ITO look at me-now and then
"Oh," she cried resentfully. don't be
grateful"
"I-really am not, you know" he
said. laughing.
That" she rejoined slowly. is the
truth You say conventional things in
manner-in an agreeably personal
manner-that interests women. RN'
you are not grateful to anybody foI
anything. You are Indifferent. aud
you can't help being ul-c Ia people. 81
some day some Tirl will think You ar,
grateful and viii have n miserable
time of It,"
Miserable timer"
waiting for you to say what neve
will enter your head to say"
You mean l. T.
"Flirt? No. mean that you don
tiirt; that you are always dreamil.
occupied with your own affairs. From
which Iistlessly congenial occupation
when drawn. you are SO Unexpected.
ulce that girl Immediately desires t
See how nice you can he"
What charming Indictment yol
draw" he said. amused.
ITS a grave one, assure you, w
been talking about you to Grace Fer
rail-. | asked TO he placed beside yO>
at dinner. told her hadn't had hal
enough of you Oh the cliff Now, VIVA
do you think of yourself for being to-
nice to susceptible girl! ! think H.
immoral"
They both were laughing now. Scy
eral people glanced at them, smiling Il
sympathy. Alderdene took that oppor
tuuity 10 revert TO the sketch. furnish
Ing specimen Of his own inimitabl,
laughter as running accompaniment
to the story of Quarter aud his do.
in North Carolina until he had every
body, as usual, laughing not at til,
story, but at him. all of which demon
stratlon was bitterly offensive to Quar-
rier. He turned his eyes once ON Mis-
Lands and Oh Siward. then droppe,
them.
The hostess arose A rustic an,
. furry Of silk and lace and the scrapin;
of chairs a lingering word or laugh
and the color vanished from the room
leaving circle of men in black stand
ing around the table.
, Here and there man. lighting
cigarette, bolted his coffee and cogna
and strolled out TO the gunroom. Fer
rail-, gesticulating vigorously. resumed
his preprandia dog story to Captain
Voucher Belwether buttonhoed Al
derdene and bored him with an In
terminably facetious tale until tina
nobleman, threatened with maxillar
diSlocatlon. fairly wrenched hlmsel
loose and came over to Slward. suuint
Ing furiously.
"Old ass" he muttered Ills cho
whiskers look like the chops of
Southdown RAM and he's got the wit
of one. Look here, Stephen, | hea
you fell into no end of scrape il
town.
''Tu quoque, Blinky? Oh. read tn
newspapers and let it go at that"'
Just as you like. old chap!' re
turned his lordship unabashed. "All
meant was-anything Voucher and
can d0-Of course
you're very good. I'm not dead
you know"
"'Not dead. you know" repeate
Major BelWether. coming up behin