Wallowa County chieftain. [volume] (Enterprise, Or.) 1909-1911, 1909-12-02
CHAPTER vIu.-(Continued.) }

asking? Some people don't like 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 yours?"
81 have heard OF him, but II he is In
any way connected with me 1t Is so
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 Irish? And
| am sure you sing and play?"
81 play little"
THAT is delightful. You can play
an accompaniment? ! can't bear play
ing; and | 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 flew fast till the
carriages were announced.
Where in the world did you find
that nice Miss Desmond, Mrs. Saville?"
exclaimed Miss Dacre. She Is so 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 &C.
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 glorious night" said Lum.
ley, with sigh of relief, sinking on
an ottoman beside Hope. Couldn't
you manage to come out for stroll
before saying goodnight finally?"
Hope looked at him for a moment
gravely, then smile began In hel
eyes and sparkled on Zip and cheek.
Yes, it could be easily managed, &C.
cording to novel-regulations," she said.
Il escort my kind patroness to her
room, receive her blessing and return
to my own, then l throw a mantilla
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.
"lt's lovely picture l 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.
Vile 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.
Il am woefully tired" said Mrs Sa.
Vile, throwing herself into low chair
Really life Is too wearisome In its
disappointing sameness. II Richard
will invite these stupid chatterIne
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"
Il shall be very pleased. It Is con.
sidered one Of Daudet's best: and !
have never read It,"
When Hope Desmond reached her
own room she undressed rapidly and
putting out the candles, brushed he,
long hair by the moonlight, while sbe
thought earnestly, How disappointing
OF Mr. Rawson! | hoped he would he
mere next Sunday; and have so much
TO say to him. True, can write. hpt
a few spoken words face to face orc
worth dozen letters. IL will NOT he
easy to get him to myself, but as nv
own especial friend | have a right to
demand an interview. How weary
tnat poor woman Island far from
well. Poor and nearly friendless as 7
am, would not change with her No
no; understand life better than sbe
does, though she has lived SO much
longer. How her heart must ache whsn
she thinks of her son! Under all her
hardness and pride she yearns for tha
love she does not know how to win
II she will only love mel" Then sho
twisted up her hair. and, THROWING
herself on her knees, prayed long and
fsryently, with tightly-clasped hands
while tears streamed unheeded fron,
the eyes that less than an hour 400
had smiled so saucily on Captain Inn
fey. -'u''i
The two months have nearly sr
pired." she unused, when. having r,san
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