Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1908-02-08
SYNOPSIS Of PROCEEDING CHAPTERS.

try house of the Ferralls are Sylvia Lands,
OF high rank in New York society, and Ste
phen Siward, who is under q cloud OF diSap-
prevail by society. Sylvia is almost engaged
TO Howard Quarter. Mrs. FerraIls cousin
who is expected at ShOtOver. IL-SilVia be-
comes interested in Siward and neglectS
meeting Quarter at the station AS govern
or of the PATRONS. one of New YOrk'S eX-
elusive clubs. Quarter has been instrument
tai in Siward'S expulsion on a charge OF
bringing into the club rooms a disguised
girl. and relations between the two men are
strained. Quarter is immensely wealthy.
III-Siward, who is the victim of a heredl-
taFy tendency toward strong drink, Is
snubbed by Major Belwether, Sylvia's uncle
anC guardian The women OF Sylvia's fam
iIv have had for several generations a repu-
tatiOn for indiscretiCn. Sylvia and Siward
become very friendly. Ferrall finds Stephen
dazed with drink in his room. IV-SYIvia
and stephen are paired in the hunt.
skeptical because so absolutely I'M
awakened. She never experienced
deep emotion. Impulses have intoxi-
Gated her once or twice. But-but IL
ever a man awakens her-I don't care
who he is-yOu'll see a girl you never
knew. q brand new creature emerge
with the last rags and laces of cOnven-
tiOnality dropping from her, woman,
Kemp. heiress to every generous i'm
pulse. every emotion, every vice. every
virtue of all that brilliant race of
hers"
''You seem to know he said, anus
ed and curious.
II know. Major Belwether told me
that he had thought of Howard as an
anchor for her. 1t seemed a pity
Howard with all his cold. heavy mega
tive inertia. 1 said I'd do it. cid.
And now don't know. wish, almost
wish hadn't"
What has changed your ideasY'
81 don't know. Howard is safer than
Stephen Siward, already I'm the first
clutches of his master vice. Would
you mate what she inherits from her
mother and her mothers mother with
what is that poor boys heritage from
the Siwards?''
( She held her horse to a walk, rid
ing forward, grave, thoughtful. pre-
occupied with a new problem, only
part of which she had told her huS-
band
For that night she had been awaken
ed in her bed to find standing beside
her a white, wide eyed figure, shiver-
ing, limbs a-chill beneath her ciinging
lace. She had taken the paItid visitor
to her arms and warmed her and
soOthed her and whispered to her.
murmuring the thousand little words
and sounds. the breathing magic moth
seTs use with children
Driven she knew not why. Sylvia
had crept from her room in search of
the still, warm, fragrant nest and the
whispered reinsurance aud the careSs
she had never before endured Yes,
new she craved it, invited ii, lORged
for safe arms around her, the hover
ing hand ON her hair Was this SyI
via?
And Grace Ferrali, clearing her
sleepy eyes. amazed. increduIOus of the
cold, childlike hands upon her shout
ders, caught her in her arms with a
little laugh and sob and drew her ia
her breast, TO soothe and caress and re
assure. to make up to her all she could
of what is every child's just heritage.
And for long while Sylvia. lying
there. told her nOthing-because she
did not know hOw-mereiy a word,
restless question half ashamed, barely
enough to shadow forth the something
stirring her toward an awakening in
a new world
And at length. graveiY. innOcently.
she spoke of her engagement and the
worldly possibilities before her, of the
man she was to marry and her new
and unexpected sense of loneliness in
his presence now that she had seen
him again after months
She spoke presently OF Sward a
fugitive question or two offered indif-
ferently st first, then With shy persist
ence and curiosity, knowing nothing
of the senseleSs form dung face down
ward across the sheets in a room close
by. And thereafter the murmured bur
den of the theme was Siward until one,
heavy eyed, turned from the white
dawn silvering the Windows, sighed
and fell asleep, and one lay silent, head
half buried in its tangled gold wide
awake, thinking vague thoughts that
had no ending, no beginning. And at
last rosy bar Of light fell across the
wall, and the warm shadows faded
from corner and curtain, and. turning
on the pillow, her face nesded In her
hair, she fell asleep.
Nothing of this had Ms. Ferrau teId
her husband. Nothing o. this could
her husband understand mad she words
to convey 1t. There was nothing he
need understand except that his wife,
meaning well, had meddled and re-
GREETED.
And now, turning In her saddle with
a pretty gesture Of her shoulders:
at NEEDLE no moreI Those who need
me may come to me. Now laugh at
my tardy wisdom. Kempl The mis-
chief take Howard QuarrierP'
"AmenI Come on, race"
She gathered bride. ~Do you sup
pose Stephen Siward is going to make
troubleY'
slow can he unless she helps him ?