Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-11

| Sluply Cdu Slduu II, ldIh tue tuills over with me again." she ended rather vaguely and wistfully, for it had been her hearts desire to wed Sylvia's beau ty and Quarters fortune.
 Do you believe l could induce him to wear his hair any way except pom- ! padouri" said Sylvia. And, dear, his beard is so dreadfully silky. Isn't there anything he could take for it?"
 Only a razor, I'm afraid. Those long, thick, soft eyelashes of his are ominous. Eyes of that sort ruin a man for my taste. He might just as reasonably wear my hat" But he can't follow the fashions in eyes," laughed Sylvia. "Oh, this is atrocious of us-it is simply horrible to sit here and say such things. 1 am cold blooded enough as it is, material enough, mean, covetous, contemptible." Dear" said Grace Ferrall mildly, 1 you are not choosing a husband; you are choosing career
 Grace. Do you wish me to marry him?'
 What is the alternative, dear?'
 Why, notking-self respect, dowdi- ness and peace"
 'Is that all:"
 All I can see"
 Not Stephen Siward?" ITO marry? No. To enjoy? Yes. | Grace. I have had such a good time with him. You don't know. He is such boy-sometimeS, and IT be- i lieve that I am rather good for him. Not that I'd ever again let him do that sort of thing. Besides, his curi- osity is quenched. I am the sort he supposed. Now he's found out he will be nice. It's been days since I've had talk with him. He tried to, but wouldn't. Besides, the major has said nasty things about him when Howard i was present - nothing definite, only hints, smiling silences, innuendoes on the verge of matters rather unfit, and i l had nothing definite to refute. I could not even appear to understand or notice, it was all done in such horribly vague way. But 1t only made me like him, and no doubt that actress he took to the Patroons is better com pany than he finds in nine places out of ten among his own sort"
 "Oh," said Grace Ferrall slowly, if that is the way you feel I don't see why you shouldn't play with Mir. ST. ward whenever you like"
 Nor |. I've been a perfect fool not to. Howard hates him." How do you know?"
 What a question:. A woman knows such things. Then. you remember that caricature-so dreadfully like Howard. Howard has no sense of humor. He detests such things. It was the most dreadful thing that MT. Siward could have done to him"
 "Meddled again." groaned Grace. Doesn't Howard know that I did that?"
 Yes. but nothing I can say alters his conviction that the likeness was intended. You know it was a likeness. And if MT. Siward had not told me that it was not intended I should nev- CT have believed it to be an accident"
 After prolonged silence Sylvia said overcarelessly: "I don't quite under stand Howard. With me anger lasts but a moment, and then I'm open to overtures for peace. I think How ards anger lasts"
 Tt does," said Grace. He was huff as boy-a pris with a prig's memory under all his shallow, showy surface. I'm frank with you. l never could take my cousin either respect fully or seriously. but I've known him to take his own anger so seriously that years after he has visited it upon those who had really wronged him. And he is equipped for retaliation if he chooses. That fortune of his reaches far. Not that think him capable of using such a power to satisfy mere personal dis like. Howard has principles. loads of them, but the weapon is there"
 "Is it true that Mir. Siward is inter- ested in building electric roads" asked Sylvia curiously Mir. Mortimer said so'
 Then suppose he is. I'll ask Kemp if you like. Why? Isn't it all right To build them?"
 ''I suppose so. Howard is in it some how. In fact. Towards company is behind Mir. Siward's. I believe"
 Grace FerraIl turned and looked at the girl beside her. laughing outright.
 "Oh. Howard doesn't do mysterious financial things. Besides that, if Howard is in that thing no doubt Kemp and l are too. So your nice young man Is fin very safe company"
 You draw such silly differences" said Sylvia cOOIly. but there was a good deal of color in her cheeks. and she knew 1t and pulled her big motor veil across her face. fastening it under her chin. all of which amused Grace Ferrall infinitely until the subtler sig nifcance Of the girls mental processes struck her. sobering her own thoughts. Sylvia. too, had grown serious in her preoccupation. and the partie-a-deuI terminated a few minutes later in a duet Of silence over the teacups in the gunrOom-
 A few moments later Sylvia, glanc- ing over her shoulder. nOticel that . fine misty drixzle had cIouded the case ments. That meant that her usual evening stroll on the cliffs with Guar rier before dressing for dinner WAS or And she drew a little breath of uncon- sciOus relief as Marion Page walked in. her light roolen shooting jacket. her hat. shoes and the barrels of the fovIing piece tucked under her left srupit. all giinnering fro-tily with powdered rsfadropa