Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-06-03
CHAPTER xv1II-(Continued.

looked anxiously down the road, which
made a sharp bend at the point from
which they had begun to walk back
The sounds Of deep, rough voice,
uttering observations in an unknown
tongue which seemed hawked up from
the pit OF the speakers stomach, next
made themselves heard; presently ap-
peared tall, thin man, clad in hol-
land overall trousers, a dark-brown
knitted waistcoat, and holland jack
OF, neither of the lighter garments
having lately seen the washtub; a
wide-brimmed straw hat, turned up az
the back, projected far over his eyes,
which, as he looked up, showed black
and piercing under bushy grizzled eye
brows. Long lantern jaws, thick un-
trimmed moustaches, and a skin like
wrinkled leather gave him the air of !
countrif1ed Pantaloon. Behind him
came a broad-chested gray horse, al
most white from age, his harness
much mended with rope, and long
tore-lock falling into his eyes, He
was drawing an old, rusty, ramshackle
cabriolet, the hood drawn forward and
poddtng at every step Of the attelage.
He was led by an old, thick-set man in
. blue blouse and a cloth cap pulled
down nearly over his ears. As the
drst of the curious couple approached
them, he raised his straw hat with an
air Of much elegance to Hope and her
companion.
well, that is a guyl" exclaimed Jes-
sop. Il am sure he would not do for
any ones young man, even in desert
like this. He'd want the Witch of
Endor to keep him company, he
would"
II was rather interested by has
face" said Hope. HE has q most
expressive countenance, and fine eyes"
Law, miss! wonder what your
young gentleman would say to your
faster"
"And I wonder who he isl" contIn-
usd Hope.
II dare say shall soon find out at
the hotel" returned Jessop. "And now
we had better step out; for I am sure
my mistress does not like being left
too long by herself"
Hope found Mrs. Saville surrounded
by pens, ink, and paper; she had evil
IDENTIFY been busy with her pen, for a
number of freshly.stamped letters lay
beside her, and the hearth was cum
oered with large amount of charred
fragments. Moreover, Mrs. Saville did
pot seem aware that Hope had been
long absent.
The sunset that evening justified the
landlords eulogium, and Mrs. Eayillo
gazed at 1t long in deep thought. II
was perhaps a contradiction In her
rather complicated nature that she en-
1oyed me scsnery-indeed, beauty in
any shape. This she said very little
about, a. abe looked upon such tendon
ries as indicative Of weakness. Sud
denly she turned to Hope and said, 81
Remember Just such a sunset over this
little bay nearly twenty years AFRO.
when Hugh was little fellow, and In
all those years he was satisfaction
10 me till-till he destroyed my hopes
forever, We had been travelling. and
wanted to see the old Norman
churches. There are some very fine
Gpecimens Of Gothic in this part Of the
country. We stopped for day or two
ct Caen, when Hugh, who was with
me for his holiday-time, showed symp.
toms Of fever. They advised me to
take him to Sainte-Croix, where the
air was pure and bracing. He was
wonderfully happy here. Madame ,d'Al.
beville was then at the chateau. I
had known her brother in London. He
was one of the French attaches, He
happened to be at the chateau, too.
They found me out, and were wonder
fully kind. 1t Is one of the few pure
" pleasant memories l have, those
weeks. The marquise and 1 never
quite lost sight of each other since.
When we were in Paris she told me
she would be here all July and Au-
gust. 1t IL great disappointment not
20 ind her here"
II can understand that" said Hope
softly, Her lips trembled as she spoke
and her eyes dwelt with a strained
anxious expression on the delicate,
strong face Of her patroness.
She began again In a quiet tone. as |
II unconscious Of Hopes presence:
"Poor Hughl He has earned his own |
punishment. 1 am glad destroyed |
my last will" And she glanced at the |
fireplace. Then, suddenly addressing
Hope, you will be glad, too. You
seem to have espoused his cause. Mr..
Rawson was always devoted to Hugh,
ana you have caught his enthusiasm.
That parcel which came to me before
we left Paris from Mr.. Rawson's ONCE
was my will wanted to read 1t.
thought of adding a codicil, but
could not make up my mind. have
dreamed of that will, and struggled
with my heart, my pride. This after
noon, as I sat alone, I seemed to see
Hugh, to hear his voice, and the Inn
pulse came on me; thrust the paper
that doomed him to poverty into the
hra 1t Ii done with" shA nausea !