Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1909-04-01
THELOVES
Of the
LADY
ARABELLA
By
MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL
Copyright, 1906, Bobbs- Merrill Coz
CHAPTER |.

WHAT En- IL
'Tis not in my nature to be cowed
by any woman whatever. Therefore,
when / found myself in the presence
OF my Lady Hawkshaw, in her Chinese
drawing room, with her great black
eyes glaring at me- and her huge
black plume of feathers nodding at
me, as she sat, enveloped in vast
black robe like pail said to myself:
After all, she is but n woman" So
| stared back at her with all the cool
ness in the world-and | was a seeker
after favor, too-and but IA years of
age, and had only seven and siXpence
in my pocket The tall footman who
stood behind Lady Hawkshaw's chair
made a grimace at me; and [ respond
ed by fierce look, as if | was about to
run him through the body
'Jeames," said her ladyship, go and
make my compliments to Sir Peter
Hawkshaw, and say to him that his
roistering kept me awake half the
night, and, consequently | feel very i'll
this morning; and that his great
nephew, Master Richard Glyn from
America, is come after a midshipman's
warrant in his majesty's navy-and
desire Sir Peter to attend me in my
bowdwor Immediately"
Her ladyships French was the
queerest imaginable-yet in her youth
she had the French tutor. who had
taught the daughters of the regent of
France.
There was a silence after the tall
fOotman left, during which my lady
and l eyed each other closely. | re-
member having heard that she had de
fled her father, Lord Bosanquet, and
one Of the greatest family connections
IN the kingdom. in order to marry Sir
Peter. who was then q pennless lieu.
tenant in his majesty's navy and the
son of drysalter in the city. This
same drysalter was my great-grand-
father; but | had an infusion of an
other blood through my mother. God
bless her,-who was of high family
and a baronet's daughter. The dry
salter strain was honest, but plebeian,
while the baronet strain was rather
more lofty than honest, | fancy
Having heard as | say, of the des-
perate struggle it cost Lady Hawk
shaw 10 marry her lieutenant, some
what expected TO find her and Admiral
Sir Peter Hawkshaw living like doves
in cage, and was disconnected at the
message her ladyship sent her lord.
But was still more Disconnected when
Sir Peter a short, stout man, with a
choleric eye, presently bounced into
the room.
Sir Peter said her ladyship, here
is your nephew Toms brat, who wants
a midshipman's warrant"
Sir Peter stopped short, looked me
over-I was tall for my age-and
grinned savagely. | thought it was all
up with me and was almost ready to
haul down my flag.
and Sir Peter" screamed her lady
ship, "he must have it,"
Hang me. my LADY," snapped Sir
Peter "but when did you take such
an interest in my nephew TOMS brat ?"
This very hour" replied Lady
Hawlshaw, tartly, and tossing her
black plumes haughtily. you behaved
like a wretch to the boy after the
death OF his father and mother in
America; and God has given you the
chance to make amends, and | say he
shall have his warrant"
POUNDS, madam!" bawled Sir
Peter; since you take the liberty of
disposing of my warrants | presume
you are the holder of my commission
as vice-admiral of the White in his
majesty's service. Let me know 1t if
you are-let me know it, say!"
Stuff" responded my lady, to
which Sir Peter answered something
that sounded like "Damme." and then
my attention was distracted from this
matrimonial engagement by the silent
entrance of two young girls. One of
them was about IL years of age. She
had dove-like eyes, and her dark
lashes kissed her cheek She came
and stood familiarly by Lady Hawk
shaw's chair; and the gentle affec-
tionateness of her manner toward
that redoubtable person amazed me
at the time. This was my first sight
OF Daphne Carmichael and when she
fixed her soft. childish glance upon
nv ~ w 90 tiNS 'hO SiSht VI SldIS on a
cloudy night. But the other one, a
tall girl of 16 or thereabouts, dazzled
me so that | am obliged to confess |
had no more eyes for Daphne. This
older girl was the Lady Arabella Stor-
mont, and was then and always by
far the handsomest creature | ever
behed. | shall cot attempt to describe
her. I will only say that her brilliant
face with such a complexion as
never saw before or since, showed a
naughty indifference toward the shah
by boy over whom Sir Peter and Lady
Hawkshaw were squabbling, and the