Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1910-03-26

down long passage and q snort stair
to the wing in which was Mrs. Sa-
ville's boudoir.
She knocked at the door, and was
imperatively told to come in. Mrs.
Saville was walking up and down. evil
IDENTIFY much disturbed.
II beg your pardon" hesitatingly.
"Oh, come in, come inl / have been
worried by an importunate fool; but l
am not 30 overset that l cannot attend
to anything else. Did you see the
vicar?"
II did; and he is very sorry, but he
has already returned the plans of the
cottages to the builder"
Then he must get them back" very
sharply. II will walk over myself to
the vicarage. l want movement. Did
you happen to see Lord Everton?"
THE gentleman who has Just left?
Yes; he was In the drawing-room
when I came in"
He is one of the most contemplate
men In England" continued Mrs. Sa-
ville-"a mere butterfly at sixty-three
He has only existed for pleasure his
whole life, and even now pleasure still
pleases. His sense OF enjoyment has
been his ruin. A trifier OF the most
trifiing description, without an ambi-
ton or an aim; worst of all, reckless
OF how he may throw others into temp
tation OF difficulty. He has injured
me past forgiveness, and yet he comes
meandering here to try and talk me
over to Inc IS me to pardon the cruel
lest injury that could be inflicted.
told him my opinion fully; but to be
seriously angry with such a creature
Is like taking howitzer to shoot
hpmming-bird. Come, Miss Desmond
let us go out into the open air. What
o'clock Is it7 Nearly fve7 l shall
walk round the grounds until It is
time to flnd the vicar"
They paced somewhat slowly across
the grounds to wooded rising ground
on the left OF the house, from which a
view OF 1t and its surroundings could
be obtained. and when they had &C.
complished the ascent Mrs. Saville sat
down, as II tired, on seat placed at
the best point of outlook. Her com
panion had observed that the keen.
active woman was stronger In spirit
than In flesh. and felt sort of pity
for this rich, prosperous. resolute lady.
What sweet, beautiful place this
Isl" she exclaimed. after gazing at
the scene before her for a few min.
utes. Il think 1t is the most charming
1 have ever SEEN"
Then you have not seen much" re.
turned Mrs. Saville, testify.
That Is true. have not seen any
fine places In England, and the palaces
and chateaux abroad are SO melan,
choly; but who could desire anything
beyond the exquisite. graceful, home
j like beauty of Inglefield?"
It was, in truth, delightful abode
sheltered on the east by the upland
from which they now looked down;
the ground sloped steeply from the
opposite side, giving a wide view over
richly-wooded country; while the
house. gardens and grounds occupied
the level space between. Fine trees
stood about, for Inglefeld was an ole
country-house dating tolerably fal
back, built in the half-timbered style
the first story of fine bricks, the upper
part beams and plaster, with high
chimneys and many gabled roofs. Tn,
large additions made by Mrs. Saville'l
father had been carried out in strio
accordance with the original plan, and
the garden designed to suit 1t also. A
circular lawn. surrounded with flower
ing shrubs and dotted with severa
large spreading trees. separated tn,
house from a wide avenue which open
ed exactly opposite the entrance, over
arched by double row OF great OLE
elms at either side. Beyond, on tn,
left, from a wooded hollow. through
which a trout-stream had been widen
ed and damned into q miniature lake
glimpses OF which could be caugh
when the sunlight fell upon II, rose tn
smoke from some unseen chimney.
"Homs-like." repeated Mrs. Savills
There is an immense amount OF non
sense talked about home. wish yo'
could see Kingswood, Lord Everton'
place; It is one OF the finest seats Il
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historic relics-and he would not max
the faintest effort TO retain It II
might have entered diplomacy--o
taken a foreign appointment and save
| money. But he is quite content to dc
rive his income from the rent Mar
chester millionaire pays him for hi
ancestral halls. when he might hav
3 married the millionaire's daughte
z and kept It for himself"
4 well. II the daughter was not tn
sort 81 woman he could love. he wa
e right" said Miss Desmond, thought
I fully. Suppose she was not compar
. ionable. that he could not love her
y the finest place in the world could NO
O make up for that"
s you are foolish child Ths thin
s called love soon svaporateA Rank. In