The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-10-29

OoWH d lung passage anu d. SLOII oIdil
to the wing in which was Mrs. Sa-
ville's boudoir
She knocked at the door, and was
imperatively told to come in. Mrs.
Saville was walking up and down, evil
IDENTIFY much disturbed.
Il beg your pardon" hesitatingly.
ooh, come in, come in! 1 have been
worried by an importunate fool; but I
am not so overset that 1 cannot attend
to anything else. Did you see the
vicar?"
II did; and he is very sorry, but he
has already returned the plans of the
cottages to the builder"
Then he must get them back" very
sharply. Il will walk over myself to
the vicarage. 1 want movement. Did
you happen to see Lord Everton?"
The gentleman who has just left?
Yes; he was in the drawing-room
when 1 came in
He is one of the most contemplate
men in England" continued Mrs. Sa-
vflle-"a mere butterfly at sixty-three.
He has only existed for pleasure his
whole life, and even now pleasure still
pleases. His sense Of enjoyment has
been his ruin A trifler of the most
trif1ing description, without an ambi-
ton or an aim; worst of all, reckless
OF how he may throw others into temp.
tation or difficulty. He has injured
me past forgiveness, and yet he comes
meandering here to try and talk me
over to induce me to pardon the cruel.
lest Injury that could be inflicted. l
told him my opinion fully; but to be
seriously angry with such a creature
is like taking a howitzer to shoot a
humming-bird. Come, Miss Desmond
let us go out into the open air. What
o'clock Is it? Nearly five? 1 shall
walk round the grounds until it Is
time to find the vicar"
They paced somewhat slowly across
the grounds to wooded rising ground
on the left of the house, from which a
view of it and it's surroundings could
be obtained, and when they had &C.
complished the ascent Mrs. Saville sat
down, as If tired, on a seat placed at
the best point of outlook. Her COM
panion had observed that the keen,
active woman was stronger in spirit
than in flesh, and felt sort of pity
for this rich, prosperous, resolute lady
What a sweet, beautiful place this
Isl" she exclaimed, after gazing at
the scene before her for a few min
utes. Il think it is the most charming
have ever SEEN"
Then you have not seen much" re-
turned Mrs. Saville, testify.
THAT is true. | have not seen any
fine pIaces in England, and the palaces
and chateaux abroad are so melan-
choly; but who could desire anything
beyond the exquisite, graceful, home
liAe beauty of Inglefield?"
1t was, in truth, a delightful abode,
sheltered on the east by the upland
from which they now looked down;
the ground sloped steeply from the
opposite side, giving wide view over
a richly-wooded country; while the
house, gardens and grounds occupied
the level space between Fine trees
stood about, for Inglefield was an old
country-house dating tolerably far
back, built in the half-timbered style,
the first story of fine bricks, the upper
part beams and plaster, with high
chimneys and many-gabled roofs. The
large additions made by Mrs. Saville's
father had been carried out in strict
accordance with the original plan, and
the garden designed to suit it also. A
circular lawn, surrounded with flower
ing shrubs and dotted with several
large spreading trees, separated the
house from a wide avenue which open
ed exactly opposite the entrance, over
arched by a double row of great old
elms at either side. Beyond, on the
left, from a wooded hollow, through
which a trout-stream had been widen
ed and damned into a miniature lake,
glimpses of which could be caught
when the sunlight fell upon 1t, rose the
smoke from some unseen chimney.
"Home-like," repeated Mrs. Saville.
IQcT0 Is al lulm0uS0 duuOuuL OIL uOu-
sense talked about home. I wish you
could see Kingswood, Lord Everton's
place; 1t Is one of the finest seats in
England-full of family treasures and
historic relics-and he would not make
the faintest effort to retain it. He
might have entered diplomacy-or
taken a foreign appointment and saved
money. But he Is quite content to de-
rive his income from the rent a Man.
chester millionaire pays him for his
ancestral halls, when he might have
married the millionaire's daughter
and kept 1t for himself"
well, II the daughter was not the
sort of woman he could love, he was
right" said Miss Desmond, thought.
fully. Suppose she was not compan-
ionable, that he could not love her:
the finest place in the world could not
make up for that"
| You are foolish child! The THING
called love soon evaporatea Rank, i'm.