Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1909-12-31
CHAPTER vIII.-(Continued.)

SskluBI OOme people QOnt ike the
Irish; delight in them. My fathers
great friend Is an old general, a dear
old thing-Sir Patrick Desmond; is he
any relative of yoursi"
Il have heard of him, but II he Is In
any way connected with me 1t is 30
distant that cannot call cousins
with him."
"If he comes down to the Court
while you are here. will ask you to
meet him. Then you are Irish7 And
1 am sure you sing and play?"
81 play a little"
THAT is delightful. You can play
an accompaniment? I can't bear play.
ing; and l want to try some duets
with George Lumley tonight"
81 will do my best, SAID Hope.
Don't you think George Lumley
very good-looking? He is very good
style, too, and so like Lord Everton.
am rather glad he is at Hounslow.
This place is too far, and yet too near,
to be amusing" She chartered on till
the gentlemen came to seek them in
their fragrant retreat, when Miss Da-
ere ceased to bestow attention or
words on Hope. They soon adjourned
to the larger drawing-room, where the
singers discovered that Miss Desmond
had quite a genius for playing accom-
paniments, and time few fast till the
carriages were announced
Where in the world did you find
that nice Miss Desmond, Mrs Saville?"
exclaimed Miss Dacre. "She Is 30 quiet
and we'll bred Lots to say, too. Do
bring her over to the Court, She could
be OF infinite use to me In playing ac'
compartments"
Very likely; but, you see, engaged
her to be of use to me-"
ITO be sure" laughed the thought
less girl. How frightfully sharp you
are!" And she blew her hostess a
kiss as she left the room.
What a glorious night" said Lum-
ley, with sigh Of relief. sinking on
an ottoman beside Hope. Couldn't
you IududBS W COiuc Oul lol btiOh
before saying goodnight finally?"
Hope looked at him for a moment
gravely, then a smile began In hei
eyes and sparkled on Zip and cheek.
Yes, 1t could be easily managed, ac-
cording to novel-regulations," she said.
81 escort my kind patroness to her
room, receive her blessing, and return
to my own, then I throw mahtilla
over my beautiful locks, steal down to
the garden door. which is of course left
open. and join you in the moonlit
shrubbery."
Precisely" said Lumley, laughing.
"It's lovely picture earnestly hope
you will realize It,"
"A moonlight stroll is a harmless
amusement under certain conditions,
which do not exist at present for me, =
and she went away to bid goodnight to
the vicaress and see that she was
wrapped up. Then, meeting Mrs. Sa.
willie on her way upstairs, she accom-
panied her to her bedroom. rang for
her maid, and exchanged a few words
with her until that functionary ap-
peared.
II am woefully tired" said Mrs. Sa-
Vile, throwing herself into low chair.
Really, life Is too wearisome In Its
disappointing sameness. If Richard
will invite these stupid chattering
boys, / shall dine In my own room.
Mary Dacre is sillier than she used to
be, and Mr.. Rawson writes that he
cannot come down till the Sunday
after next. We must begin 'Froment
Jeune' tomorrow, Miss Desmond, and
get away as much as we can from the
present"
II shall be very pleased. 1t is con.
sidered one Of Daudet's best; and /
have never read 1t.
When Hope Desmond reached her
pwn room she undressed- rapidly. and,
putting out the candles, brushed heI
long hair by the moonlight, while she
thought earnestly. How disappointing
Of Mr.. Rawson! hoped he would be
here next Sunday; and have so much
to say to him. True, can write; but
Z few spoken words face to face are
worth dozen letters. 1t will not be
sasy to get him to myself. but az my
Dwn especial friend have right to
demand an interview. How weary
that poor woman Island far from
we'll. Poor and nearly frlendless as l
am, would not change with her. No,
no; l understand life better than she
does, though she has lived 80 much
longer. How her heart must ache when
she thinks of her SON! Under all her
hardness and pride she yearns for the