The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1908-07-16

IA IOOeL VI uutlNe stone DullL
IA into and among weather scar
red rocks, one massive wing
4 = butting seward, others nos
ing north and south among cedars and
outcropping lodges, the whole silver
gray mass of masonry reddening under
westering sun, every dormer, every
loaded diamond pane afame-this was
Shotoyer as Siward first beheld it,
AS the phaeton drew up under q pill
Jared porte cochere one or two servants
appeared. A rather imposing specimen
bowed them through the doors into the
hall, where In q wide chimney place
the embers of drift wood fire glim-
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 gallery above, where, In the
golden gloom through a high window,
sun tipped treetops against a sky Of
azure stirred like FURNISHED foliage in
tapestry.
There is nobody here, Of course"
observed Miss Lands to Siward as
they halted In front of the fireplace.
THE season opens today in this coun-
ty, you see'-she shrugged her pretty
shoulders" the women who don't
shoot make the first field luncheon q
Junction.
She turned, nodded her adieus, then,
over her shoulder casually, "If you
haven't an appointment with the sand
man before dinner you may find me
In the gunroom'
''Ill be there in about three min
utes," he said. "And what about this
dog?" looking down at the Sycamore
pup, who stood before him wagging.
attentive, always the gentleman to the
tips of his toes.
Miss Lands laughed. "Take him to
your room If 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 a
corridor and into that heavy wing Of
the house which fronted the sea.
"Tea is served in the gunroom, SIR
to give place to a melancholy and ST.
lent young man, who turned on the
bath, laid out fresh raiment and whis-
pering Scotch or Irish, sirY' present
ly effaced himself.
Before he quenched his own thirst
Siward filed bowl and set it on the
floor, and 1t seemed as though the dog
would never finish gulping and slab
bering in the limpid icy water.
cts 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 abb
lutions and grooming and filed out
through the wide corridor, around the
gallery and down the broad stairway
to the gunroom, an oaken vaulted
place Illuminated by the sun, where
mellow lights sparkled on glass cased
rows of fowling pieces and rifles, OH
the polished antlers Of shaggy moose
heads.
Miss Lands sat curled up in q cush-
Toned corner under the open easement
panes Offering herself cup of tea
She looked up, nodding invitation. He
found place beside her. A servant
whispered, Scotch or Irish, sir!" then
set the crystal paraphernalia at his
elbow.
He said something about the salt
air casually. The girl gazed medita-
lively at space
The sound of wheels on the gravel
outside aroused her from a silence
which had become 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 specu-
lative eyes. II shouldn't exactly know
what to do with you for the next hour
II 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 I
problem to me, Mr.. Siward," she said.
amused. II mean that I am going to
drive again."
IL see
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