The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-09-20

I'M" scoffed Kate. "A woman with
mission! Get into your sailor hat
and your top boots, Mary Beatrice Mu-
riel Patricia"
Patrice arose. She added a string of
pearls to her ensemble and pinned on
a big white hat. Her air was that of
royal martyr as she swept down.
stairs beside her friend and allowed Mr..
Adamson to help her to her high seat
Mr.. French addressed her at once in a
tone reproaehful and grieved
think you made a mistake, Miss
Lithgow, in choosing that" and then
the six black horses started on a dash
that drowned the rest of his speech.
Miss Lithgow. her face hidden from
| the other seats by the frills of her par
asoi. turned one look of brief and lofty
inquiry upon her companion. but he
was engrcssed with his horses.
1t was not until they were going down
the first long hill that he spoke The
noise of the brake made it necessary
for him to bend little to his COM
panion.
Are you quite comfortable?" he
said.
Perfectly" answered Miss Lithgow
frigidly. rf
''rhe view is good isn't it?"
Very"
And New England is new to you, is
it not?'
YES"
ut is the most attractive part of the
ity that filled her middle west soul
with wrath, but she only tilted her
head back indifferently
Il think all America is rather over
rated" she said. And one gets so
tired. you know, of the people who in
sist upon forcing their ideas of equality
on one. 1t is so crude. so bourgeois"
Il dare say 1t might seem So" he
assented thoughtfully. ito one who had
come up with the idea of ranks and
grades. But'-his eyes lighting to a
half smile-'rank brings complica-
tons. What a misfortune, for instance,
to fall in love with a countess.''
The challenge in his voice might have
been inaudible to Evelyn Maud. Miss
Lithgow rose to it. Her long-lashed
blue eyes looked innocently past the
frills of her parasol.
That would depend upon the coun-
tess. don't you Think" she said.
Appreciative laughter sprang to his
answering gaze. II think" he began
with perceptible eagerness. and then
from the rear seat came the forcedly
blithesome tones of Mr.. French.
See here. driver" he called. Turn
to the left here. We want to visit that
chaps studio"
IAN right" said Mr.. Adamson. He
drew his six horses sharply to the left
and pulled up at the side of the road
where path led up steep hill out of
sight.
Mr.. French hurried rward. Now,
Miss Lithgow." he smiled.
But Miss Lithgow ruefully held out a
very high-heeled slipper.
II didn't know there was to be any
walking" she said. But when my
aunt comes'-this reference to an i'm
minent chaperon was another favorite
of Patrice's-"I shall come UP here with
her. Please go on, Mr.. French; you are
keeping the others waiting" and Mr..
French, protesting still, departed.
1T is impossible to climb in French
heels" said Patrice.
Perfectly impossible!" assented her
companion gravely. THE French have
done one or two good things in their
time"
Lady Evelyn Maud's understud,
frowned. Then Patrice Lithgow smiled
just little
81 think it is going to rain" she
said.
II think so. too" he returned. II
thought so when we started"
The front seat is a desirable place
in a rain storm.
st thought OF that, too" he agreed;
but that one reason for not wanting
you on the front seat was hopelessly
outclassed by the reason for wanting
you"
She leaned forward to look at the