The Huttig news., 1909-06-19
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i A great lord Of the court. and he s coming to woo little me, 90 sayeth my lady mother. What thin you of my fortune, Sir Henry Bellairs =
 Mistress Lilias Halliday swept bar silken skirts in mocking courtesy. her eyes aslant under demure lashes at the tall youth who stood just within the great door of Heathlanes. and who for all his six feet of comeliness. well set out from the crown of Saxon fairness to the russet boots of his hunting garb, writhed helplessly under her badinage, his tongue refusing the light answer that alone could save him.
 It booted him little that he had the squire's consent to WOO Lilias. That had been his since the Witch of l Heathlands" was slim lass of 12 i years, and the two fathers, over their wine. solemnly contracted the boy and girl And he had wooed. buI the winning was another matter Now, came thunderbolt out of the blue :, of this lovers sky. ill the guise of Dame Margaret's kinsman, the Lon. don gallant. already upon his way, posting down from London to visit his aunt, Dame Margaret Halliday
 Harry Bellairs had small room to doubt the fact that his stock had gone down hopelessly i'll the scale; for since the dame had set her heart upon l this marriage that would bring 10 Lilias the delights Of tie court. the triumphs, that had filed her own dreams as maid, she was scarce civil to him; and Lilias-the girl, too, drank in the magic of court scenes in long draughts from the fountain of her mothers gossip, and she. too, turned with the wind, and would have none of 1 him.
 The squire knew naught of the web that his women were weaving He held the day not far distant. when Heatherlands and Bellairs hall should be joined in one fair property to l stretch from hill and rolling down to seaward for broad English miles. He had seant grace for my Lord Wyeher. l ly. binting darkly to Bellairs of eers tain stories that had leaked down from London; though 10 Dame Mar. garet he said never a word.
 Lilias preened herself before the long mirror, nodding the dainty head over the rim of her fan. pouting the | red lips in saucys speeches; then crit 1 fcaIIy examining each sman finger. as she swept her lowered gown across the polished floor of the dark old hall, thoroughly conscious of the love. I eyia, in, ha think he will deem me mere milk naid--he who is in daily converse with he duchess and the ladies of her l train? Tht SC cheeks of mine, They gill run red. when I would lave them lelieatcly fair; and-that freckle, It | Is on my nose, just here, You have marked it. Harry, and you are no court gallant. Wycherly, My lady Of Wycherly. Iris sweet name. Me thinks a tile would well become mel What think you of this courtesy? I've praetieed me night and day. and
 Lilias!' Bellairs sprang toward her but with little laugh she was gone peering at him from over the baluster Stay where you are Sir Goliath of oath. i<d. " iilA q tNtAlSf Hou Hay Q put me in," and she made as if to hide her face, but the look within his eyes sobered the mischief in hers.
 ssLilias," Bellairs came little closer. She had never heard that tone from her old playmate-"H is useless for you to play at the game with me l am but plain man, knowing not tI.x e fit lordling has set you off to ffout me, if you care not how deep you trail my heart in the dust on the mere word of his coming: I can scarce hope for grace in his presence Dame Mar garet has set her face against all that comes from Bellairs hall. even to the sending back of the falcon that tanned for you, by the lad that brought it. Lilias, 1 know not woman ways, my mother died too soon: but I know that when the east wind blows uron the heath, it is death to all things warm and lovely Take back the troth you have already broken in spirit" he care step nearer, and this time she did not shrink from him, only hung her head. You are free to wed my lord of Wycherly."
 "Quarreling again2 You sancy bag gage. Pray Harry will show the selfsame patience when you keep the hearth of Bellairs hall; else there'll be such tanning of my pretty shrew, passing Will Shakaspeares limning. I'll-,'
 Something in the two faces brought the squire to sudden pause. Whats this? Speak out. beyi This be some petticoat politics beyond the fathom ing of honest men, such as Ne be, but"
 Bellairs stepped before Lilias There is little 10 say, it seems, but that Lilias Is minded to have none of me; therefore 1 have given her back her troth, rather than be fiouted be fore this gamester of St James. Your hand, squire 'Tis time Bellairs said farewell to Heathlands!"
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