Wallowa County chieftain. [volume] (Enterprise, Or.) 1909-1911, 1909-10-28
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CHAPTER II

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The two ensuing days were full of
excitement-pleasurable excitement
to Mrs. Saville. Her keen ewes shone
with hard glitter as she thought that
her son was probably saved from com.
mltting some dangerous folly. and
launched afresh on a career which
promised honor and promotion. In
trutn, Mrs. Saville's hopes and ambi.
tlons were centered on her second son.
Her eldest was an apathetic, well.bred
briefess barrister, of dilettante tastes
given to writing elegantly-expressed
papers In the more exalted periodicals
on obscure passages in Shakespeare
and latterly in Browning, on the deri.
walton of obsolete words, and other
such topics, in which ordinary mortals
took not the slightest interest.
Mrs, Saville was the only child and
sole heiress of an exceedingly wealthy
Sheffield manufacturer. She had mar.
ried the accomplished, amiable, distin.
guished-looking younger brother Of the
Earl OF Everton, an impecunious peer
whose sole means OF existence was de-
rived from the rent of the family man.
sion and domains. Mrs. Saville was
an extremely ambitiouns woman; she
had keen desire for personal distinc
ton, and in her own mind had re
solved that as her eldest son must in
the order Of things succeed his uncle
and become Earl of Everton, so Hugh
must marry woman OF rank and for.
tune, and thus she would he free to
give the bulk of her belongings to
support the title which would devolve
upon her eldest son. He was stead
irreproachable young man, but her
heart, her pride, centered in her Ben.
jamin.
Mrs. Saville's love was a somewhat
onerous obligation; she had q very
tough, inexorable will, and a profound
belief that she could manage every
ones affairs considerably better than
they could themselves-a doctrine in
which her younger son rarely agreed.
His mothers greed for power was
greatly developed by her early widow
hood, though the deceased Honorable
her husband was peace-loving soul
who rarely contradicted her Such was
the condition Of things at the begin.
ming Of this narrative.
Receiving no reply to her telegram,
Mrs. Saville sat up late on the follow
ing Wednesday, hoping her son might
arrive, and retired to rest weary with
unfulfilled expectation.
When her maid brought her early
cup of tea, the following morning, she
announced that Mr. Hugh arrived
about half an hour ago, and has gone
to his room"
Whereupon Mrs. Saville ordered her
breakfast to be brought to her In her
own apartment, that she might not de-
lay her sons refreshment, and pre-
pared leisurely to meet him in her
morning-room. She was already there
to greet him when he came upstairs.
well, my dear Hugh! / am glad
to see you. My best congratulations.
Have you read the Secretarys letter?
| told Atkins to give 1t to you"
"Yes, he did," said Hugh, shortly;
then he kissed his mothers brow and
stood looking at her with troubled
expression.
He was a fair, sunburnt man Of per
haps six or seven-and-twenty, rather
above middle height, broad-shouldered,
and seeming shorter than he really
was. His features were good, and a
pair Of large handsome brown eyes
lighted up his face, which was square
and strong; his hair and thick nous
taches were light brown, with a red
dish tinge.
- why, Hugh, you are looking III and
worn. You do not seem like yourself
Why did you not arrive last night"
"I came as quickly as / could; the
trains at this season are inconveni
cnt" he returned, still in an absent
tone. He had pleasant, deep-chested
voice. and, though he had never given
much time to its cultivation, could
sing a good second.
"If you had started on Monday night
after YOU had my telegram, you might
have been here yesterday"
81 could not, mother" And he be-
CON IN mace the room in quarterback
style.
"Why?" persisted Mrs. Saville, with
vague uneasiness.
"Because had a rather particular
engagement on Tuesday morning.
"What do you mean?"
"I had arranged to be married on
Tuesday morning, and / could not dis
anpoint the parson and the consul to
saw nothing of my fiancee," ne return
cd with a grim smile, and pausing ID
his walk opposite his mother
Married" she repeated, growing
white and grasping the arms OF her
chair. Hugh, this is supid, vulgar
jest" -,oa
at is not, mother. ! am married
as fast as church and state can DINO
me II look haggard and seeoy you