The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1909-03-12
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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.
He had seen his kinswoman and her
party enter; and he found the object
of Mrs Melville's darksome warnings
sitting with a slender lad in the main
body of the car Aunt Rebecca was in
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 well 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 certain soft IL
Elimination of cheerfulness, and at the
same time restful repose; she moved
in leisurely fashion and she sat per-
fectly still. 81 never saw any one who
looked less of an adventures" Win
ter was thinking, as he bowed. Then
swiftly his glance went to the lad, a
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. 1t
was not a plain face; rather an in
teresting one in spite of it's listlessness
and its sickly pallor; its oval was
purely cut, the delicate mouth was
closed firmly enough, and the hazel
eyes with their long lashes would be
beautiful were they not so yelled.
He has the Winter mouth, at least"
noted the colonel. He felt 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, if any danger
menaced, not without defenders. The
depression which had enveloped him
lifted as mist before the sun, burned
away by the mere thought of possible
fficulties 1--WE will see II any one
swindles you out of your SHARE" said
Rupert Winter, COMPRISING the Win
ter mouth more firmly, cor If those
gentlemanly kidnapers mean you"
His ebbiRg 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 drawing-room with her solitaire"
"Still playing Penelope's WEBB"
"Oh, she always comes back to it.
But she plays bridge, too; Rupert,
hear your game is a wonder Archie's
been learning, so he could play with
YOU"
Good for Archie,"-he shot a
glance and a smile at the lads redden-
ng face-"well have a game"
Lord, wish he didn't look quite so
he was grumbling within,
as he dutifully made his way to his |
lunt's presence.
The electric lights flooded the |
1imsy railway table on which were
spread rows of small-sized cards. An |
elderly lady of quality was musing |
,ver the pasteboard rows. A lady of |
was distinctly the phrase
o catch ones fancy at the first
glimpse of Mrs. Winter. Not an aged
ady, either, for even at so, that ele-
,antly nodded, slim figure, that abun-
lance of silvery hair-parted in the
middle and growing thickly on each
ide in natures own fashion, which art
an not counterfeit, as well as softly
Duffed and massed above-that ex-
Iuisitely colored and textured skin,
trangely smooth for her years, with
my wrinkles of humor, TO be sure,
bout the eyes, but with cheeks and
kin unmarried; that fine, firmly carved
lbOoC CgGOlOMS anu
ashes and still brilliant dark eyes;
most of all that erect, alert, dainty
arriage, gave no impression of age;
nut they all, and their accessories of
oilet and manner, and a little prim
ouch of an older, more reticent day
n both dress and bearing, recalled the
asst century phrase.
A soft gray bunch of chinchilla fur
ny where she had slipped it on her
oft gray skirts; one hand rested in
he fur-her left hand-and on the
bird finger were the only rings which
he wore, a band of gold, worn by 60
ears, and a wonderful ruby, wherein
at least such was Rupert's phantasy)
writhing flame was held captive by
s guard of diamond icicles. The
anne rings admired by her nephew
yer since he was a cadet-just the
anne smiling, inscrutable, high-bred,
old dame!
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