Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-01-07

Miss Smith did not look formidable:
she looked nice" 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 30 fine and
her white shirt waist so immaculate.
There was about her certain soft H.
Elimination of cheerfnlness. and at the
same time restful repose: she moved
in leisurely fashion and she sat per
fectly still. II 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 = 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 its listlessness
and It's 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 1t 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 enveloped him
lifted as mist before the sun, burned
away by the mere thought Of possible
diff culties. I'VE will see il any one
swindles you out of your share" said
Rupert Winter. COMPRISING the Win
ter mouth more firmly, cor II those
gentlemanly kidnapers mean you"
His ebbing suspicion of the boys
companion 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"
ooh, she always comes back to It.
BIT she plays bridge, too; Rupert, l
hear your game is a wonder. Archie's
been learning, 50 he could play with
you"
Good for .Archie!"-he shot
glance and smile at the lads REDEEM
Ing face--"we'll have game"
Lord, wish he didn't look quite so
ladylike," he was grumbling within,
rs he dutifully made his way to his
aunt's presence.
The electric lights flooded the
nimsy 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 80, that ele-
gantly nodded, slim figure, that abun-
dance Of silvery hair-parted in the
middle 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 little prim
touch Of an older, more reticent day
In both dress and bearing, recalled the
last century phrase.
A soft gray bunch Of chinchilla fur