The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1908-03-12
A Third
Generation
BY Muriel VIA

The old lord of Hartley Chase had
been dead two years. and a new
Lord Wallace, Arthur by name.
reigned in his stead. Fair-haired,
blue-nyad. and altogether English
though he was, yet Arthur had chos-
en- his bride from the land of the
Stars and Stripes slender.
hrown-haired little orphan girl.
who had not come across the inter-
vening ocean avowedly to annex
title. and had done so eventually.
only because 1t chanced TO be an ac-
ces3or; of the man to whom she
lost her heart. Mary Carson cared
nothins at all for tne despair she
had caused many matchmaking
mothers who had cherished dreams
of the Wallace estates for their own
fair daughters. or 'o~ the sensation
al "Duffs" given her oy the society
journals, nothing for any one on the
earth. in fact. except Arthur, and 20
him she gave a wealth OF love that
was little short of worship.
mon, society's obligations over.
they changed the whirl OF London
for the exotic land OF Portugal. thS.
honeymoon paradise where the skies
seem always blue, with the glorious
deep tint of the sapphire that the
rerfumes of the orange groves hangs
heavily on the still evening air. They
were happy with that complete
contentment that falls tc the lot Of
so few mortals, wandering whtner
their fancy led them. making 10
plans, letting fate decide for the
most part what form each days
amusement should take, and thus
It CHANGED that month after their
wedding day, when Lord Wallace
had begun to think of taking his
w.le home fate, through the medium
of some friends they had met, sug-
rcsted that they had not seen a bail
fCht. On all the earth there is no
SIGHT to equal in some respects. the
rational sport of Spain and Portu-
gal. the picturesque setting, the ny
riad of different colors clothing the
thousands of historical spectators.
the pic6dors with their scarlet cloths,
doris and finally the "matador," who
outrivals the whole assembly in
point of priceless dress and jewels
all these tend to blind one 20
aught save the bee auty of the scene.
Mary found much in the specta-
Gle to interest her. She and Ar
thur had one of he small boxes to
themselves. the friends who had ac-
companied the excursion, being near
at ham In another. The matadOr
stood alone with the bull not very
far from where they sat. 1t was the
moment for wh.ch the huge audience
had ~aited since the opening OF the
h"ht-the great final struggle be-
tween man and beast; and every
tne leaned forward in almost breath
less silence watching for the next
movement of the bull. Suddenly
Mary became conscious that Ar
taur was moving restlessly and
murmuring to himself. She turned to
him in surprise and as she did so
he rose to his feet pointing with olt-
stretched finger at the matador.
Look" he shouted loudly
Look at the little bru'e: he doesn't
see 1t. Poor beggar, 1t may be the
death of him."
What's the matter. darling?
What can you see?" she asked anx-
iously, and her husbands voice was
still loud and excited as he answered
herr
That dog! Look at the beast
swapping at him behind. Why
doesn't somebody" He paused
abruptly. then. with a sudden "Ah!"
OF satisfaction. yielded to Mary's
touch and sank into his seat. TITS
gone ncw." he observed. then. no.
iicing her white face. did l startle
you, little woman? I'm sorry
but it was such a beastly piece of
carelessness to let that cur get into
the ring"
The great moment came and went.
The bull was killed with many -four
shes and tricks of workmanship.
ard the matador stood bowling to re-
ceive the deafening applause of de-
lighted audience. Lord Wallace
cheered with the rest but his wife
vas very silent. She was trying to
achieve the impossibility-to make