Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-04-22

did he? How very tryingl Per.
haps he did not"
"Oh, yes, he did; and of course
did all sorts of wild things to show
did not care"
Yes, / understand"
| Then l had that disturbance with
my father about poor Lord Balmuir.
behaved rather badly. 1 did in
tend to marry him, but I couldn't!
And so we went abroad; and l felt
better. But 1t was an awful blow
when I found that Hugh was abso-
lutely married! Just think of It'll
and to a mere adventures, a nobodyl
such an ambitious man! He will
get sick Of her, you may be quite
sure"
'Why?" asked Hope, looking ear.
nestly at her. els he very change
ADLER"
mo, not at all; he is as steady as
rock, and very proud. But most men
tire Of their wives, especially when
they have brought them no advan.
tages. / never thought Hugh Saville
could fall in love and forget himself.
Now, when saw George Lumley, his
likeness to his cousin made my heart
beat. I soon saw that he was a good
deal struck with me, and I believe I
could love him passionately tiff
memory was not so importunate. He
Is very charming; and why should l
not grow young again? for one does
feel awfully old when one has no love
affair on: Don't you think George
Lumley is-very much taken with
me?"
II suppose that sort Of attraction is
more perceptible to its object than to
any one else, returned Hope Desmond,
hesitatingly. She had grown pale and
grave, while Miss Dacre ratified on:
Then, you see, when l heard about
Hugh saving that mans life, thought
might make use of the story to wake
up Mrs. Saville's good feelings. 1t
would be rather an heroic proceeding
II l were to reconcile the mother, son,
and wife. George Lumley said l was
splendidly generous
What! did he, too, know all about
Hugh mean Mr.. Saville?" cried
Hope, more and more disturbed.
"Oh, yes; we have quite interesting
talks about him. l tell him conf1den.
TALLY how fond was of Hugh, and
then, Of course, he wishes he was In
Hugh's place: so we get on very we'll.
He is always coming over to the
Court, except when he goes away for
a few days shooting. l am not quite
sure my father likes it. You have
never met Lord Castleton? He is very
nice-rather old-fashioned. Lord Ev.
erton was a great friend of his in ear.
ly days. Now, my dear Hope, you
know my heart history; and you will
notice Captain Lumley's manner, You
know the Lumley estates are rather
encountered, and dare say he feels
shy of approaching me-poor fellow!
but, If l like him that is of no conse-
quence."
II am always interested in what
you like to tell me, Miss Dacre," said
Hope, with some hesitation, as II
choosing her words, "but / am not
very observant, and some older and
wiser person would be more deserving
of your confidence than am"
Nonsense! could not tell all
these things to a stItf old trump! Now,
mind you ask Mrs Saville II you may
come and practice every morning for
the concert. intended to ask her,
but my anxiety about Hugh quite put
It out Of my head. That is always my
way; l never think of myself" Hope
was too bewildered with her energet
ic rapidity to reply, so Miss Dacre
went on: "She has really no feeling at
all. She is fearfully hard. am
afraid she will never forgive Hugh.
But will do all l can"
"If you will take my advice, Miss
Dacre," said Hope. earnestly. you will
leave the matter alone. The less Mrs.
Savills hears Of her son for the pres
emit, the better. Attempts to force
him on her notice only harden her."
well. perhaps so; but you must
back me up whenever you can"
Trust me, l will"
NOW had better go home. l dare
say Captain Lumley is waiting for me
on the way. 1 am so glad you made
me open my heart to you. It is such
comfort to have some one to speak
to-"
Thank you," returned Hope
$50 good-by. You are looking quits
pale and I'll. Be sure you ask Mrs.
Saville about the concert" And Miss
Dacre departed through the open win
dow.
Hope threw herself on the sofa as
soon as she was gone, and sat there |
lost in thought, her elbow on the
cushion. her head on her hand, un.
conscious of the large tears which,
after hanging on her long lashes,
rolled slowly down her cheeks. What |
and confusion Hugh Sa- |
ville's headstrong disobediencs had
created!-and for what? Perhaps only |
for a temporary whim; perhaps only |
to regret It, as Miss Dacre said. The
thought Of these things depressed her