The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1909-10-22
time, the pleasure Of gentle conquest,
and then-forgetfulness. All this he

At first she revolted against the
court he so plainly paid to her in these
last few days. 1t was bold, conscience
less, impertinent. She avoided him;
she treated him to a short season Of
disdain; she did all in her power to re-
Duke his effrontery-and then in the
end she decided to give him as good
as he sent in this brief battle of folly.
1t mattered little who came off with
the fewest scars, for in a fortnight OF
two they would go their separate ways,
no better, no worse, for the conflict.
And, after all, it was very dull in these
last days, and he was very attractive
and very brave and very gallant and,
above all, very sensible.
They rode together in the park every
morning, keeping well out Of range Of
marksmen in the hills. Their conflict
was with the eyes, the tone Of the
voice, the intervals of silence; no touch
of the handwriting except the strate-
gies of Eros.
What did it matter If a few dead
impulses, a few crippled ideals, few
blasted hopes. We're left strewn upon
the battlefield at the end Of the fort
night? What did anything matter so
long as Prince Karl of Brabetz was
not there?
One night toward the end of this
week Of enchanting rencounters-this
week of effort to uncover the vulner-
able spot in the others armor-Ge-
nevra stood leaning upon the rail
which inelosed the hanging garden.
She was gazing abstractedly into the
black night out Of which far away
blinked the light in the bungalow. 1t
was the first night in a week that he
had missed coming to the chateau.
She missed him. She was lonely.
He had told her Of the meeting that
was to be held at the bungalow that
night at which he was to be asked to
deliver over to Rasula's committee the
papers, the receipts and the memoran-
da that he had accumulated during his
months Of employment in their behalf.
She had feeling of dread-a numb,
sweet feeling that she could not ex-
plain except that under all Of it lay
the proud consciousness that he was
a man who had courage. a man who
was not afraid.
"How silly am" she said half aloud
in her abstraction.
She turned her gaze away from the
blinking light in the hills, queer,
guilty smile on her lips.
Across the garden from where she
was f1aying herself bitterly Lady Dep
pingham's husband was saying in low,
agitated tones to Bobby Brownies wife
Nov, see here, Drusilla, I'm not
saying that our-that is, Lady Dep
bingham and Bobby-are accountable
for what has happened. but that doesn't
make it any more pleasant. It's of
little consequence who is trying to
poison us, don't you know, and all
that They wouldn't do it, I'm sure,
but somebody is! That's what / mean
dye see? Lady Dep
II know my husband wouldn't
couldn't do such a thing, Lord Dep.
pingham," came from Drusilla's stiff
lips almost as 9 moan. She was very
miserable.
"Of course not, my dear Drusilla.''
he protested nervously. Then sudden
ly, as his eye caught what he consid-
cred a suspicious movement of Bob
by's hand as he placed a card close to
Lady Deppingham's fingers: "Demme,
I'D rather he wouldn't! But l beg
your pardon, Drusilla! It's all perfect
ly innocent"
"Of course it's Innocent" whispered
Drusilla fiercely.
ITS utter nonsense for us to sus-
pect them Of Pray don't be so up
set, Drusilla. It's all right"
"If you think l am worrying over
your wife's harmless affair with my
husband you are very much mistak-
en-"
Deppingham was silent for a long
time.
81 don't sleep at all these nights"
he said at last miserably. She could
not feel sorry for him. She could only
feel for herself and her sleepless
nights. "Drusilla, do-do you think
they want to get rid of us? We're
the obstacles, you know We can't
nelp II, Dut we are. Somebody put
that pill in my tea today. 1t must
have been servant. 1t couldn't have
been--er''-
'Niy husband, sir?"
mo; my wife. You know, Drusilla,
she's not that sort. She has horror
of death and He stopped and
wiped his brow pathetically.
IF the servants are trying to poison
any of US. Lord Deppingham. it is rea-
sonablo to suspect that your wife and
my husband are the ones they want. to
dispose Of, not you and me- I don't
believe it was poison You found In
your tea, but if it was it was intended
for one of the heirs.''
well, there's some consolation -
that" said Deppy, smiling for the FIRST
time.
The sharp rattle of firearms in the
distance brought Il sudden stop to his
luguhricus reflections. Five, n dozen,
score of shots were heard. The
blood turned cold in the veins of every
one in the garden; faces blanched sud-
, denly. and all voices were hushed. A
form Of paralysis seized and held them