Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-01-16
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Copyright. 1905 by the Curtis PublinhinE Company.
Copyrlght. 1903. by Robert w. Cnambors.

| AkA1 kkkA1
n HOUSE OF native stone built
| ~ into and among weather scar.
| I red rocks, one massive wing
4 4 butting seward. others nos
Ing north and south among cedars and
outcroppmg lodges, the whole silver
gray mass Of masonry reddening under
n westering sun. every dormer. every
loaded diamond pane aflume-thls YVES
Shotover as Siward first bcheld It,
| AS the phncton drew up under Pill
Jared porte cochere one or two servant
appeared. A rather imposing specimen
bowed them through the doors into the
hail. where in wide chimney place
tho cmbers of drift wood fire gliin.
mered like heap Of dusty jewels.
Bars Of sunlight slanted on wall and
! rug. on stone floor and carved stair
case, on the bronze foliations OF the
! rallied cutlery above. where. In the
| golden gloom through high window.
sun tipped treetops against sky OF
azure stirred like FURNISHED foliage In
| tapestry.
.sThere IL nobody here. OF course"
observed Miss Lands to Siward rs
they halted In front of the fireplace.
"The season opens today In this co,in-
ty, you see''--sLe shrugged her pretty
shoulders-"and the women who don't
shoot make the FIRST field luncheon q
| function
She turned. nodded her adieus. then.
over her shoulder casually, III you
haven't an appointment with the sand
man before dinner you may find me
In the gunroom."
'T'll he there in about three min
utes," he said "And what about this
dog?' looking down at tho Sagamol,
| pup, who stood before him wagging,
attentive, always the gentleman to the
| tips Of his toes.
Miss Lands laughed. "rake him to
your room II you like. Dogs have the
run Of the house."
SO he followed a servant to the floor
above. where smiling and very orna-
mental maid preceded him through q
corridor and into that heavy wing OF
the house which fronted the sea.
'0rea Is served In the gunroom, sir"
said the pretty maid and disappeared
! to give place to melancholy and 81
lent young man, who turned on the
bath, laid out fresh ralment and, whis-
pering Scotch or Irish, sir2" present
~ eYaced himself.
Before he quenched his own thirst
Slward flied bowl and set 1t on the
floor, and 1t seemed as though the dog
| would never finish gulping and slab
berlng In the llmpid Icy water.
Its the salt air, my boy" comment
ed the young man, gravely reflling
his own glass as though accepting the
excuse on his own account.
| Then man and beast completed alb
buttons and grooming and filed out
through the wide corridor. around the
gallery and down the broad stairway
! to the gunroo,n. an oaken vaulted
place Illuminated by the sun. where
mellow lights sparkled on glass cased
rows Of fowling pieces and rifles. on
the polished antlers Of shaggy moose
heads
Miss Lands sat curled up In n cusll.
toned corner under the open easement
panes Offering herself cup Of tea.
She looked up. nodding invitation He
found u place beside her. A servant
whispered, Scotch or Irish. sirY" then
set the crystal paraphernalia at bis
elbow.
He said something about the salt
| air casually. The girl gazed media
lively at space.
The sound of wheels on the gravel
outside aroused her from silence
which had become q brown study, and
to Siward presently she said. Here
| endeth our first rendezvous"
"Then let us arrange another I'M
mediately." he said. stirring the Ice In
his glass.
| The girl considered him with spec,t
latlve eyes. II shouldn't exactly know
what to do with you for the next hour
IL / didn't abandon you"
"Why bother to do anything with
me? Why even give yourself the
trouble Of deserving me? That solves
the problem"
II really don't mean that you are
problem to me, Mr., Siward," she said.
amused. II mean that am going to
drive again"
81 see."
mo; you don't see at all. There's a
telegram. I'm not driving for pleas
ure:"
| She had not meant that either. and II
annoyed her that she had expressed
herself in such terms. AS a matter Of
fact, at the telegraphed request Of Mr..
Quarter she was going to Black. Fells
| Crossing to meet his train from the
lakes and drive him back to ShOtover.
| The drive, therefore, was, of course, q
drive for pleasure.
II see." repeated Siward amiably.
| perhaps you do" she observed. ris-
| ing to her graceful height. He was on
his feet at once. SO carelessly, so good
humoredly acquiescent that without
any reason at all she hesitated.
II had meant to show you about
the cliffs, the kennels and stables. I'm
sorry" she concluded, lingering.
I'm awfully sorry" he rejoined with
out meaning anything in particular.
| That was the trouble-whatever he said
apparently meant SO much.
With the agreeable sensation of be-
ing regretted she leisurely gloved her
self, then walked through the gunroom
and haH, Siward strollsng beside her.