The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1909-03-11
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dare say you always nave your
way with me. you old mule Now lis.
ten; want you TO be on the watch
for two men"-thereupon the colonel
described his men. laying special
stress on the moles on the face Of one,
and the others dimple.
Having set Haley his tasks he went
back TO his car in better spirits.
by this time the train was moving.
lie had seen his kinswoman and her
party enter; and he found the object
Of Mrs. Melvilles darksome warnings
sitting with a slender lad in the main
the drawing-room. her maid with her.
Mrs. Melville. who had already re
vealed her presence. sat across the
aisle. She presented the colonel at
once.
Miss Smith did not look formidable;
she looked mice" thought the colonel
She was OF medium height; she was
obviously plump. although we'll pro-
portioned; her presence had an effect
OF radiant cleanliness. her eyes were
so luminous and her teeth so fine and
her white shirt waist so immaculate.
There was about her a certain soft n
Elimination OF cheerfulness. and at the
same time a restful repose: she moved
in leisurely fashion and she sat per.
fectly still. Il never saw any one who
looked less OF an adventures" Win.
ter was thinking. as he bowed Then
swiftly hfa elapca vua,t - Tho Ia 1.
pale young fellow with hazel eyes and
a long. slim hand which felt cold.
The boy made a little inarticulate
sound in his throat and blushed when
Col. Winter addressed him. But he
looked the brighter for the blush. II
was not plain face; rather an In
teresting one in spite OF its listlessness
and its Sickly pallor. it's oval was
purely cut. the delicate mouth was
closed firmly enough. aud the hazel
eyes with their long lashes would be
beautiful were they not so yelled.
He has the Winter mouth, az least
noted the colonel. He felt a throb at
his heart. Had his own boy lived. the
baby that died when It was born. he
would be only year older than Archie.
At least. this boy was Of his own blood.
Without father or mother, but not
alone In the world; and. II any danger
menaced. not without defenders. The
depression which had developed him
lifted as mist before the sun, burned
away by the mere thought OF possible
difficulties. we will see II any one
swindles you out OF your share" said
Rupert Winter. COMPRISING the Win
ter mouth more firmly. "or II those
gentlemanly hdnapers mean you"
His ebbing suspicion OF the boys
revived; he would be on his
guard, all right.
Aunt Rebecca wants TO see you"
Mrs Melville suggested. She Is in
the drawingroom with her solitaire"
still playing Pcnelope's Web2"
"Oh. she always comes back 70 e. |
But she plays bridge. too: Rupert. |
hear your game is wonder Arches |
been learning. so he could play with |
you"
Good for Archie,"--he shot a |
glance and a smile at the lads redden.
Ing face--"well have a game
Lord, wish he didn't look quite so |
ladylike." he was grumbling within.
as he dutifully made his way to his
aunts presence
The electric lights flooded the
flimsy railway table on which were
spread rows OF small-sized cards. An
elderly lady of quality was musing
over the pasteboard rows. A lady OF
was distinctly the phrase
to catch ones fancy at the first
glimpse OF Mrs. Winter. Not an aged
lady. either, for even at so. that ele-
gantly nodded, slim figure. that album.
dance of silvery hair-parted in the
and growing thickly on each
side in natures own fashion which art
can not counterfeit. as well as softly
pulled and massed above-that ex.
quisitely colored and textured skin,
strangely smooth for her years, with
tiny wrinkles OF humor, TO be sure,
about the eyes. but with cheeks and
skin unmarried; that fine. firmly carved
profile. those black eyebrows and
Iashes and still brilliant dark eyes;
most of all that erect. alert. dainty
carriage. gave no impression Of age;
but they all and their accessories Of
toilet and manner, and a little prim
touch of an older. more retieent day
In both dress and bearing. recalled the
last century phrase.
soft gray bunch OF chinchilla fur
lay where she had slipped II on her
soft gray skirts; one hand rested IN
The tur-her left hand-and on the
third finger were the only rings which
she wore, band OF gold. worn by 60
years. and a wonderful ruby. wherein
tat least such was Rupert's phantasy)
4 writhing flame was held captive by
Is guard Of diamond icicles The
same rings admired by her nephew
aver since he was cadet-just the
same smiling. inscrutable. hlgh-bred,
old dame!
Good evening, Aunt Rebecca. not
a day olderl" said the colonel
Good evening. Berthe" returned the