The Huttig news., 1909-03-27
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ue squire opened HIS mOutn-dn0 shut it again as sob smote upon his ear, and the look that he cast upon that down bent head was one of min gled wrath and 4Jades work. And 'tis good lad, worth a hundred fors of Beau Wycherly's kid ney. And the property, Oh. Lord. What will they be at next? III to my dame!n
 As the heavy footsteps died away, Mistress Lilias lifted her head And that's over. - Flung my troth in my face. tilted me like barmaid The moon calf, glooming and glowering! A pretty lover for a gentlewoman," but for all of her high-hung head. and the gay little tune that she sung, th.fe was sore feeling that would not down, all the unhappy day. for the look in the blue eyes as they dwelt in hers haunted her persisientIy.
 The squire stormed his way into the still room. where his lady was dispensing her store of sweet herbs tor the savoring of my lord of Wycher- ly's bedchamber Clear out, the pack of you, he thundered, and the maids fled. What happened in that short session is an old story to those who read as they run. The squire grew i 9weary of battling with cobwebs. and faSed helplessly into his den, where be kept silent counsel with himself over his Brown George Dame Mar garet went serenely about her house wife cares, making ready for her guest. She felt grateful to Harry Bel lairs, who had cleared the decks for action, albeit the tempest was a fierce one.
 Mistess Li,ias came down the stair, hes.tating a little, for below, Lord WycheTly sat in converse with her mother and at sight of him through the open door shyness overcame her usual sauciness. Witch Lilias. de- mure as nun, and most daintily fair, the blue satin of her gown looped back from the lowered petticoat, the dark curls, piled high, gold powdered From the heels of her little blue shoes to the tormost curl she was fashioned complete from London town, and the consciousness of those gauds strength. ened her wonderfully in that first long courtesy, until she raised her eyes as the mincing tones heralded the kiss upon her hand-a little snuff -colored man, ghastly in his plumage of silver and crimson. So dark the swarthy check, so glazed the laek-luster eyes that gloated over her fairness. The bravery of lace and satins about the shrunken form dazzled Dame Marga. ret, who basked in the flow of forid compliment, bubbiing mechanically i from the wreck at her side Lilias grew chill with nameless sense of danger as she watched her mothers face and. in obedience to her frown, was forced to laugh and chatter while that wave of repuision came and went when Wycherly's glance clung to her uncovered throat and shoulders. There was nameless torture in that gaze and yet, against her will, she listened eagerly as the magic unfolded and the glamor of the wickedest court the
 world has known was brought to
 Heathlands.
 The squire glowered darkly and.
 despite Dame Margaret's frowns, he gave scant courtesy to Wycherly. deepening to absolute displeasure when, at dinner Wycherly was in stalled in the place that belonged. of habit. to Bellairs. If Wycherly noted aught amiss with his host, ready tact enabled him to disguise the knowl- edge. He held the thread of talk deft- ly spicing it with well-turned jest and doubtful story as it riplled along the uneasy course of the dinner hour
 The morrow brought no change in the squire's mood, save that he left the field to the foe, faring forth to find Bellairs-to have it out with him. he told Dame Margaret Lilias watched him, half divining his errand. The girl was utterly at a loss She did not know just what she wanted, being in that way little different from all of her kind The glamor was strong. She saw much with Dame Margaret's eyes forgetting Wycherly in the picture he set before her; until would come the remem brance of that fiery gaze and the kiss upon her hand, that yet burned as itching poison, and a sick sense of shame dyed her face with the prescience of what lay within that glance.
 My Lord of Wycherly had come to see to WOO. if the sight pleased and he was not long in the making of his mind. He wanted wife, and more than all, he wanted an heir. lawfully begotten. This he had foreshadowed in his letter to Dame Margaret. Lilas had proved more to his liking than he had dared to hope. She would do him credit, this country heauty There were reasons why my Lord of Wycher- ly might not sue for a lady of the court therefore the matter was not long delayed Dame Margaret felt no doubt of her ability to manage the squire, and before the sun had reached the noon it was as good as settled; when Lilias rebelled.
 Dane Margaret heard her out, ther fell to rating her soundly and laid hel commands upon her. deaf to sobs and