The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-12-17

"m 0uTo you are not, returned
Hope, with caressing smile.
What sweet soul you are to say
SOL! showing all his still white teeth
IN genial laugh. Then he, Hugh.
met the daughter-an uncommon girl.
believe. sang divinely, and all that"
Did you know her. too?" asked
Hope.
We'll, / have seen her, years ago
when she was In short frocks with a
pigtail. Then she was away in Eng
land for some time, but Hilton did not
consider 1t prudent to cross the Chan
mel. Anyhow, Hugh is most anxious
about his precious wife, and fears she
may get into trouble during his alb.
sence. I am thinking Of running down
to Nice to look her up. She is there
still. isn't she?"
Il think-that is, Mr.. Rawson
thinks she has left. You had better
ask him."
Il WILL" with some significance.
May call upon her imperious High
ness, do you Think"
Il can hardly tell. You might leave
card. l am inclined to think that
she would be pleased by your kind ef-
fort to further her sons interest"
That Is little encouraging. Hugh
has always been favorite of mine.
He is fine fellow, and l do not think
he will revenge himself on the poor
girl who is the innocent cause of his
m1sfcrtunes. Cad! sweet charming
woman Is worth paying dear for!"-
a sentiment which seemed to touch his
nearer, for she gave him a soft, lin
gering, fearful glance, which, had
been some twenty years younger"
thought the old boy, Il should have
felt inclined to repay with kiss"
CHAPTER XIV.
Miss Dacres bright beady eyes
danced in her head with delight as
she chartered volubly to Lumley
whose face grew rather sulky as he
listened, scarcely deigning to reply
Here a welcome interruption came in
the shape of one of the English at
taches, for whom Lumley Immediately
vacated his seat; and. as Lord EvertoI
wished to say word to one of the
singers. he departed behind the scenes
and Lumley slipped into his place.
my uncle was fortunate in secur
ing your devoted attention, Miss Des
mond"
Yes; he always interests me-"
Lucky old fellow! What have you
been doing with yourself?" continued
Lumley, looking earnestly at her.
You are looking pale and thin, and
your eyes
Hope interrupted him by holding up
a finger. What rude speech" she
exclaimed
"You ought to know by this time
that I am too deeply interested in you
to pay you compliments"
"And you ought to know by this
time, Captain Lumley, that I am an
ungrateful creature and not deserving
of your interest"
whether you deserve 1t or not, l
can't help feeling It,"
HAS Mr.. Saville any thoughts of
coming to Paris?"
II don't know. He will probably
pay his respected mamma visit. He
is at present deeply engaged assisting
a desperate female antiquarian who Is
collecting materials for the history of
Queen Bertha, or Boadicea, or some
such remote spotentate. Whether she
will end by leading him to the n.y.
meneal altar is uncertain; but It Is
quite possible"
II earnestly hope poor Mrs. saville
may be spared this last straw" ex-
claimed Hope, smiling.
81 am sure 1 don't care I only care
for my own troubles. l have been the
most miserable beggar in existence for
the last four or five months, hoping
and fearing, and dragged every way.
I am resolved to put an end to this in
formal uncertainty and know my fate.
Don't you think I am right?"
How can tell?" Hope was begin
ming. when Miss Dacre broke in: You
will come back to sup with me- will
Won not, Miss Desmond? Captain
Lumley and Lord Everton are coming,
and Lady Delamere, and Monsieur De
Ia Taille. l will send my maid nome
with you after
MANY thanks, Miss Dacre, really
nust not" an animated argument
followed: but Hope Desmond stuck TO
her resolution, and. declining Captain
Lumley's proffered escort, drove back
to Meurice's alone.
Mrs. Saville was rather amused IN
Paris: she met many acQua1ntances
who did not bore her. and she toierat-
ed Captain Lumley's visits more good
humoredly than formerly, chiefly pc
cause he was quiet.
About week after Hope had gone
IN the opera with Miss Dacre, MRS. "a
vile had gone to drive IN the Bois
with an invalid dowager duchess who