Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-01-18
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SuCQ CeicDTateu parsonage, luNkHeu
heartily. And altogether there was suf-
ticient attention and sufficient laughter
to make a very respectable noise. This
being the majors cue for an exit. he
rose. one sleek hand raised In sprlght
ly protest as though to shield the In
visible ladies'. to whose bournes he
WINS bound. from an uproar too mas
cullne and mighty for the ears Of such
sex
Asst" muttered Aldcrdene. getting
up and pattering about the room in
his big shiny pumps. Give me n
peg somebody"
Mortimer swallowed his brandy. lin
gered, lifted the decanter, mechanical.
ly considering Its remaining contents
and his own capacity, then:
Bridge captain?"
Certainly" said Captain Voucher
briskly.
ell go and shoe the major into the
gunroom." observed Ferrall-"unless'--
looking questioningly at Siward.
1--WE date with your wife," OBJ
served that young man, strolling TO-
ward the hall
The Page boys, Rena Bonnesdel and
Eileen Shannon were seated ut card
table together, very much engaged
with one another, the sealed pack ly.
ing neglected on the green cloth, a
vast pink box of bonbons beside 1t not
neglected.
O'Hara and Quarter with Marion
Page and Mrs Mortimer, were i'm
mersed In the game, already stony
faced and oblivious to outer sounds.
About the rooms were distributed
girls en- tete-tete, girls eating bonbons
and watching the cards, among them
Sylvia Lands, hands loosely clasped
behind her. standing at Quarters ell
bow to observe and profit by an ex
pert performance.
As Siward strolled in she raised her
dainty head for an instant, smiled in
silence and resumed study Of her
f1ance's game.
A moment later, when Quarter had
emerged brilliantly from the melee,
she looked up again triumphantly, sup
posing Siward was lingering some
where waiting to join her. And she
was just tribe surprised and disap
pointed to find him nowhere in sight
She had wished him to observe the
brilliancy of Mr.. Quarters game.
But Slward, outside on the veranda.
was saying at that moment to his
hostess, ~ shall be very glad to read
my MOTIFS letter at any time you
choose"
ut must be later, Stephen. I'm to
cut in when Kemp sends for me. He
has q lot Of letters to attend to. Tell
me, what do you think of Sylvia Ian
dis?'
II like her, Of course" he replied
pleasantly.
Grace Ferrall stood thinking mo
ment "That sketch you made proved
great success, didn't it," And she
laue,-sd- under her breath.
"Dlu It? 1 thought Mr.. Quarter
seemed annoyed
Really? Nhat muff that cousin
Of mine is. He's such muff, you
know, that the very sight of his point
ed beard aud pompadour hair and his
complacency sets me in fidgets to stir
him up
II don't think you'd best use me for
the stick next time," said Siward.
"He's not my cousin, you know"
Mrs. Ferrall shrugged her boyish
shoulders: by the way" she said Gu
riously, "who was that girl?
What girl?" he asked coolly, look
ing at his hostess, now the very incar-
nation of delicate mockery with her
pretty laughing mouth, her boyish sun
burn and freckles.
"You won't tell me, suppose?"
"Im sorry
.'Was she pretty, Stephen"
Eyes" she said sulllily. II wish you
Wouldn't
NONSENSE! Do you think I'm going
to let you of without some sort of con-
fession? If l had time now-but l
haven't Kemp has business letters.
He'll be furious, so I've got to take his
cards or we won't have any pennies
to buy gasoline"
She retreated backward, with gay
nod of malice, and turned to enter the
house and met Sylvia Lands face to
face in the hallway.
"You minx!" she whispered. aren't
you ashamed?'
every much, dear What for?" And,
catching sight of Siward outside in the
starlight. OWNED perhaps something
of her hostess meaning, for she laugh
ed uneasily, like child who winces
under stern eye.
You don't suppose for moment"
she began, that have
Eyes, do. You always do"
mot with that sort Of man." she re-
turned naively. He won't"
MIS-. Ferrall regarded her suspicious
". "You always pick out exactly the
wrong man to play with
They had moved back side by side
into the hall, the hostess arm linked
In the arm of the younger girl.
"The wrong man," repeated Sylvia,
instinctively freeing her arm, her
straight brews beginning to bend In
ward.
Il didn't mean that-exactly. You
know how much care for his mother
and for him" The obstinate down
ward trend of the brows, the narrow
ing blue gaze, signaled mutiny to the
woman who knew her so Well