The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-01-29

why, yes, If Mrs. Ferrall wishes"
He walked over to the desk in his
shirt sleeves, sat down, drew blank
sheet Of paper toward him and. dip
ping his pen, drew carelessly a gun
across the stubble and after him, bare
headed, gun in hand, the maddest Of
men.
Put a Vandyke beard on him."
grinned Ferrall over his shoulder.
There! o Lord, but you have hit it,!
Put licked saddle on the cur-there"
"Who is this supposed to be?" began
Slward. looking up. But "Waitv' chuc-
killed. his host. selling the still wet
sketch and making for the door,
Siward strolled into the bathroom.
washed a spot or two of ink from his
fingers, returned and buttoned his
waistcoat, then, completing an unhur-
ried toilet. went out and down the
stairway to the big living room. There
were a number of people there-Mrs.
Leroy Mortimer, very fetching with
her Japanese-like coloring, black hair
and eyes that slanted just enough;
Rena Bonnesdel, smooth, violet eyed.
blond and rather stunning in a pecul-
iarly innocent way; Miss Caithness,
very pale and SHINY attractive, and
the Page boys, Willis and Gordon de-
llghtfully sLy and interested and hav-
ing a splendid time with any woman
who could afford the intellectual lei
sure.
Siward spoke pleasantly to them all.
Other people drifted down-Marion
Page, who looked like a schoolmarm
and rode like a demon: Eileen Shan
non, pink and white as a thorn bios
som, with the deuce to pay lurking in
her gray eyes; Kathryn Tassel AM
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 it moment in her light
clasp.
stephen, Stephen" she said under
her breath, its because I've few
things to scold YOU about that I've
asked you to Shotover"
Il suppose l know" he said.
Il should hope you do. I've a letter
tonight from your mother.
From my mother|
81 want you to go over it-with me
if we can find a minute after dinner"
She released his hand, turning partly
around. Kemp, dinners been an
nOunced, 50 cut that dog story in two
VIII YOU give me your arm, Major
Belwether? Howard" to her cousin
Mr.. Quarter, who turned from Miss
Lands to listen. Twill 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 her
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" slippin.; 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 if you
try to look Happy beside me l may tell
you-somewhere between sherry and
cognac-Oh, yes, I've done two things
l have your dog for your
Not SagamOre?" he said incredulous-
ly as he W. seating her.
Certainly | said to Mr..
Quarter, 4 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 pleasedY'
for she was looking for the troubled
hesitation in his face, and she saw it
dawning.
"Mr. Quarter doesn't like me, you
know
"But l do" she said coolly. 81 told
him how much pleasure 1t would give
me. That is sufficient is it not, for
everybody concerned?'
"He knew that you meant to-
"No; that concerns only you and me.
Are you trying TO spoil my pleasure in
what have dOneY
II can't take the dog. Miss lands"
ooh" she said, vexed, 81 had no idea
you were vindictive."
There was a silence. He bent for
ward a trihe, gravely scrutinizing a
hand painted" name card, though 1t
might not have astonished him to
earn that somebody's foot had held
the brush. Somewhere in the vicinity
Grace Ferrall had discovered a woman
who supported dozens of relatives by
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.