Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-06-16
LORRIE

/ DOlI JIlC sum fDh EcNC " AAcA y
is to be done?' There is one thing he
he can do-let Lord Kendale marry
latcham and you the grandfather Or
the future earl!''
| The old mans face reddens and he
| clutches the deeanter, fills his glass
and empties it.
"The grandfather of the future
EARL" he repeats; @ah earl for d
grandson. Seymour, you amt no
fool"
Not quite. Perhaps you won't
mind taking a little advice from
me-"
Go on grunts old Melford.
ut all DEPENDS upon the time you
put the screws upon them. II you do il
too soon. you spoil yourself; if you
do it too late-Let me tell you when
to crack YOUR nut, sir"
"An light, III leave it to you. or
course, you've got a game to play,
SEYMOUR"
Eyes, sir
The old man thinks for moment.
What are you always hanging
about that rectory for?" he asks.
Because I am III love with Miss
Dolores"
THE devil you are. l see. You
want to cut out young Lord Ken.
dale?"
Exactly" acquiesces Seymour.
"You are cute fellow, Seymour.
In love with that little girl at the rec
though she hasn't any money
Il have enough already, sir.
That's true; and she's we'll born
she's a lady. Well, work it your own
way, and I'll leave this Latcham bust
ness to you and Diana
THANK you, sir" says Seymour,
rising.
ooh, look here! | met that man OF
yours-Wheeler. He says that you
hold ten thousand pounds worth OF
the Wheal Rose; is that true?'
1T is true: but Wheeler should not
have told you
ooh, he told me because he was in
a funk. That mine is going to the bad
rapidly, Better sell out, Seymour
But | suppose you haye"
mo, sir: am still holding on"
Then you'll lose your money! But
l suppose you can afford it. What is
your game?'
81 don't think | Will trouble you
with it just now, sir. If | shall lose
my money | shall get something fol-
it."
Well, you are cute. | know, but
cont be too clever, that's ALL It's nc
business of mine; the money is your
own. Going to lose it, Ell? Well
Welt" and he tramps out.
Lorrie went without her dinner
that day, Notwithstanding her anxiety
, lest it should be kept waiting ant
) spoiled. Locked in her own room, she
sat with her hands fast clasped in hel
: lap. her eyes fixed upon the darkness
outside the window.
Mr.. Seymour's artful words, like
seed sown in a fertile soil, were
! spriEging up in a rich profusion O.
!, weeds in Lorrie's mind
, Here she was sitting waiting pa
tiently for her lover to return to her
: and he, meanwhile, was the gayest O
: the gay. the choice spirit among {
. set of people of whom Diana MelforC
: was the center. He saw her ever,
day, dined with her, danced with her
, while she, Lorrie, whose heart he hat
: stolen, was left to pine in solitude
This was the current of her thought:
and, not being an angel, though al
most as beautiful as one, her spiri
: began to rise. Guy was away flirting
: with Diana Melford; we'll, two coult
) play at that game. She could fiirt a!
Well as he could. He was amusing
| himself-why should not she? There
l was material for flirting and amuse
ment ready TO her hand in Seymour
Melford. She knew that he loved her
that he craved a kind word, a sof
5 glance from her as hungry do!
5 Graves bone. Why should she 81
with folded hands wearing the willow
and waiting like a patient Grizel TO
her lord and masters return from
, his dinner parties and dances? No,
With laugh that was not pleasan
i to hear, that sounded in her own ear.
I IKE dlseordant sigh, she paced III
| and down with feverish restlessness
I've been good too long 1t doe.
/ not agree with me- 1 must amuse my
self, as Guy does. He fiirts with Di
ana Melford; l must flirt with Sew
mour. At any rate it will pass tn,
t tlme!" and she threw up her hand,
with a wistful sigh. Were the day:
ever SO long in all the world before
On, Guy, why did you leave me? VIII,
didn't You stay? But if you must go
| why f1irt with Diana Melford?"
CHAPTER XIV.
When Mr.. Seymour Melford come:
Though the rectory gate next morn