The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-10-15

Il want freedom for my son; but
the idea is good one. Mr.. Rawson. l
shall never be the same to Hugh, but
should prefer Furnishing the wom-
an"
ut Is but natural" remarked Raw
son.
Remember, Mr.. Rawson, must
have my will tomorrow; am deter
mined to destroy it. 1t strikes me
that your coming without 1t to-day
looks very like playing into Hugh's
hands"
You do us both injustice. l am re-
juctant you should change it. but your
me. Indeed, he is too breathlessly
busy, and a good deal harassed by his
by the lady's anxiety to come out as
public singer, for which she was
| trained He"
Anything but that! Imagine the
name of Mrs. Hugh Saville in huge let
tiers at the top of play-bill! 1t would
be monstrous!"
ooh, she would come out as Sig
nora somebody. 1 would not oppose IL
if l were you. But I think your son
has forbidden the plan"
why should I take any further
trouble?" said Mrs. Saville, throwing
herself back in her chair. LET things
CO."
Very we'll" Mr.. Rawson rose to
take leave. Lord Everton arrived
yesterday. He makes some short stay
in town, but no doubt he will call on
you"
Then 1 shall not see him. 1 shall
get away, I hope next week; l cannot
stay in town; yet 1 dread the coun
try. Do not forget to send my will
this afternoon by special messen
ger"
Il shall be sure to do So"
"And come the day after tomorrow
to take my instructions for a new one
l don't wish to die intestate"
MY dear Mrs. Saville, what comic
ideal"
"If you knew how I felt you would
not think it an unnatural one"
"a few weeks quiet in the country
will set you up"
1.-THE country without companion
ship will not be cheerful; yet 1 want
to get away from every one. At In
glefield, however, 1 have my gardens"
"a delightful resource" said Raw
son, absently. His attention had begun
to wander, and he fastened to make
his adieux.
A conspiracy of small things, how
ever, seemed to have been formed
against the execution of Mrs. Saville's
plans.
Rawson faithfully fulfilled his prom
Use. and sent her will, which that very
night she tore up with vicious energy
and burned in the empty CRATE of her
dressing-room, but the trusty adviser
was Immensely engaged for the next
fortnight, and when he offered the ser
vices of his partner they were invari-
ably declined. Then, by some mis-.
take, there had been a delay in begin.
ming certain repairs and decorations
at 1nglefeld, and when she drove
down to inspect them she found the
smell of paint so overpowering that
she at once postponed her removal for
at least ten days. Finally she sent for
her doctor and commanded him to pre-
scribe for the bad feverish cold she
declared she had caught, and above
all to order absolute quiet All this
time her eldest son was absent He
was spending delightful and profita-
Bile few days, which stretched into a
fortnight, with a learned antiquarian
who had place in Lincolnshire, from
where they enjoyed themselves exam
lining the fine old churches to be found
in that shire, taking rubbings of brass
es, and spending happy mornings in
deciphering half-effaced inscriptions
These were bitter days to the proud,
selfish woman, who felt that the love
which had kept her heart from freez.
ing, her nature from growing quite
stony, had been snatched from her
by stranger, mere adventures,
who most likely saw in Hugh only a
useful husband, whose money and DO.
sition would make life luxurious and
| secure. + OF the sake Oh CQ1S stranger
the son she loved so well in her own
silent, exacting way had cast aside all
sense of duty, all affection, all regard
for rightful authority; and to her it
seemed a moral earthquake.
The feverish cold she feigned at first
became really an attack of low fever.
and her medical attendant grew anxi-
Gus that she should have change of air.
: Ill or well, she never ceased to in
sist on having her new will complet.
ed and brought to her for execution. In
} vain Mr.. Rawson begged for her to
await the return of her eldest SON and
: consult him first. Mrs. Saville reject
ed the suggestion with scorn.
Richard knows nothing about bust.
J ness. He has preposterous unworldly
notions. I have no respect whatever
) for his opinion; so just bring me my
r will, without further maneuvering. ]
know you are working for that un
grateful. worthless son of mine; but
D it is of no use If you refuse to dc