The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-02-05
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"IIe may suggest, certainly In the
meantime l shall be loyal to my own
friends and afterward. too" she muir
INJURED to herself as her hostess rose
calmly dropping care like a mantle
from her shoulders.
go and he good TO this poor young
man, them adore rOws-and you'll
have a few on your hands. I'll war
rant. Let me remind you that your
uncle can make it unpleasant for you
yet and that your amiable fiance has Il
will of his own under his pompadour
and silky beard"
what pity to have it clash with
mine" said the girl serenely.
Mrs. Ferrall looked at her Mercy
on us. Howard's pompadour would
stick up straight with horror If he
could hear you. Don't he silly; don't
for an impulse, for a caprice, break off
anything desirable on account of
man for whom you really care nothing.
whose amiable exterior and prospec-
tive misfortune merely enlist a very
natural and generous sympathy i'm
you"
do you suppose that shall endure
Interference from anybody-from my
uncle, from IIoward?"
Dear, you are making mountain
out Of Il molehill. Don't be emotional:
don't let loose impulses that you and ]
know about. knew about i'm our school
years, know all about now and which
you and | have decided must he eimi-
nated"-
you mean subdued. They'll always
he there"
Very well. Who cares rs long as
you have them in leash?'
Looking at one another. the excited
color cooling in the younger girls
cheeks, they laughed, one with relief.
the other little ashamed
Kemp will he furious. | simply
must cut in" said Mrs. Ferrall. hastily
turning toward the gunroom. Miss
Lands locked after her. subdued.
vaguely repentant, the consciousness
dawning upon her that she had prob
ably made considerable conversation
about nothing
ITS been so all day" she thought
impatiently. i've exaggerated. I've
worked up a scene about a man whose
habits are not the slightest concern Of
mine. Resides that. I've neglected
Howard shamefullyw She was walk
ing slowly. her thoughts Outstrlpplng
/ I.or
neither her thoughts nor her steps
were leading her toward the neglected
gentleman within. for presently she
found herself mt the breezy veranda
door looking rather fixedly at the stars
The stars, shining impartially upon
the just aud the unjust, Illuminated
the person of Siward, who sat alone,
rather Imply, one knee crossed above
the other. He looked up by chance
and, seeing her star gazing In the door
way, Strengthened out and rose to his
feet.
Aware Of him apparently for the first
time, she stepped across the threshold,
meeting his advance halfway.
Would you care to go down to the
rocks?" he asked. 1.-THE surf is ter
rife"
"No-I dent think / care
They stood listening a moment to the
stupendous roar.
"A storm somewhere at sea-" he
concluded.
"ls it very fine-the surf?"
every fine 20 and very relentless" he
laughed. 1T is an unfriendly crea-
ture, the sea. you know"
She had begun to move toward the
cliffs. He fell into step beside her.
They spoke little, a word now and
then.
The perfume of the mounting sea sat
urated the night with wild fragrance.
Dew lay heavy on the lawns. She
lifted her skirts enough 10 clear the
grass, Needless that her silk shod feet
were now soaking Then at the cliff
edge, as she looked down into th"
white fury Of the surf, the stunning
crash of the ocean saluted her.
For a long while they watched in 81
lence. Once she leaned a trifle too far
over the starlit gulf and, recoiling, in
voluntarily steadied herself on his
arm.