The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1909-01-15

Yes, but nothing can say alters
his conviction that the likeness was
intended You know il was Likeness
And II Mr. Siward had not told me
that II was not intended should new
sr have believed il TO be an accident"
After prolonged silence Sylvia said
overcarelessly: Il don't quite under
stand Howard. With me anger lasts
but a moment. and then I'm open TO
overtures for peace. think How
ards anger lasts"
aIt does" said Grace. He was q
nun as a bOy-a prig with a prigs
memory under all his shallow, SNOWY
surface. I'm frank with you. never
could take my cousin either respect
fully or seriously, but I've known him
to take his own anger so seriously that
years after he has visited 1t upon those
who had really wrOnged him. And be
u equipped for retaliation If he chooses
That fortune Of hi, reaches far. Not
that think him capable OF using such
a power to satisfy a mere personal dis
like. Howard has principles, loads OF
them, but the weapon is there"
lis it true that Mr.. Siward Is inter
ested IN building electric rOadsT' asked
Sylvia curiously. Mr.. Mortimer said
so"
Then | suppose he IS. I'll ask Kemp
II you like. Why? Isn't 1t all right
to build them?"
II suppose so. Howard is In 1t some
how. In fact, Towards company is
behind MIR. Siward's, l believe"
Grace Ferrall turned and looked at
the girl beside her. laughing outright
"Oh. Howard doesn't do mysterious
financial things Besides that,
Howard is in that thing no doubt
Kemp and | are too. So your nice
Young man is in very safe company
.sYou draw such silly differences,
said Sylvia coolly, but there was
rood deal Of color in her cheeks, ana
she knew 1t and pulled her big motor
veil across her face, fastening 1t under
her chin, all of which amused Grace
Ferrall infinitely until the subtler sig
nificance of the girls mental processes
struck her, SOLDERING her own Thoughts.
sylvia. too, had grown serious In her
/ Dreoccupation, and the parue-a-usu1
| terminated few minutes later IN a.
] auet of silence over the teacups In the
Eunroom.
few momen.s later Sylvia, glanc-
ing over her shoulder, noticed that a
6ne misty drizzle had clouded the case
ments. That meant that her usua'
evening stroll on the cliffs with quar-
rier before dressing for dinner was OH
And she drew a little breath of uncon-
scious relief as Marion Page walked
In her light wooden shooting jacket,
her hat. shoes and the barrels OF the
fowing piece tucked under her lelt
armpit, all glimmering frostily WIN
/ powdered raindrops.
She said something to Grace Ferran
about the mist promising good POM
shooting In the morning, took the or
der book from servant, jotted down
her request to be called an hour before
sunrise. filled In the gunroom RECORDS
with her score-the species and num-
Der bagged and the number OF smells
used-and, accepting the tea offered,
drew out tiny cigarette case Of sweet
bay wood heavily crusted with rose
gold.
with whom were you shootingT
asked Grace, as Marion dropped one
well shaped leg over the other and
wreathed her delicately tanned fea-
tuEes In smoke.
stephen Siward and Blinky. They're
at It yet. but / had some letters to
write" She glanced leisurely at Sylvia
aud touched the ash tray with the
whitening end of her cigarette. That
dog you let Mr. Siward have Is good
!, one. I'm taking him to Jersey next
week for the cock shooting
Sylvia returned her calm gaze blank
lily.