Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-03-24

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i've minutes have elapsed, before the
remains Of the trout which Jack
caught IN the stream that morning
have left the table, Lord Guy is talk
to Miss Latimer as II he had known
her for at least couple Of years. Not
the cut-and-dried talk of stranger at
his first introduction, but the free
and.easy c1atter of a young man with.
out a care in the world and the con-
sciousness of a pretty girl, with 2
sweet, angelic face, for listener.
Before the mutton outlets have been
got rid of, his pleasant laugh has rung
through the room, causing Greta to
smile in answer, and even waking the
rector from the dreamland from which
he seems to emerge only in response
to the demands Of politeness, and
presently marvel Of marvels THE
rector is talking too!
Why, / wonder, do clergymen take
such deep interest in warlike top
les? Is it because they are forbidden
| to do any fighting on their own ac-
count that they like to converse upon
battles and sanguinary engagements ?
Guy knows all about the last little
war, and tells all he knows. describing
the hottest hand-to-hand fight in the
intrenching with the aid of knife
and two spoons, enlarging upon the
bravery of the officers and men, and
quite emitting to mention his own
part in it, until Jack says:
Guy was in it himself, and got
I, wounded"
/ *Only a dig in the arm from an as
segai," says Lord Guy carelessly.
awful nuisance, for I lost the rest
of the fun. 1t was hot work while it
lasted, and dry work, too, for our fell
lows at home here forget to send out
the soda water and rest of it until We
were just starting home. You couldn t
yet a drop of decent water under two
and-siX-pence a pint, and as for food
he stops suddenly, and his eyes
grow fixed as stars within their
Spheres his fork, upon which is i'm
paled piece Of outlet, is suspended
between his plate and his mouth, and
his handsome face grows slowly but
surely the color of beet root.
| For the door was opened and a
slim figure enters the room. 1t is not
ghost, it is only a girl, a girl with
a tinted ivory face with soft dark
hair with long lashes sweeping her
cheeks
Only girl! Yes, but it is the girl
whose eyelid Lord Guy has kissed
only half an hour ago.
The shabby dress has disappeared,
and in its place soft, creamy one,
simple enough in all conscience, but
setting, clinging to her graceful figure
in a way that makes Lord Guy
tremble, actually tremble!
For he sees now that she is not the
sections daughter, not a young per-
son" from the village, not in short, a
girl to be kissed at venture, but a
lady!
Slowly she glides toward the
table, and without word sinks into
her seat, her glorious lashes still hid
ing the eyes which he has not yet
seen.
All, Lorrie, headache better, my
dear? Lord Kendale, my daughter
Dolores
Lord Guy shuts his mouth, which
has been wide open since the moment
ne pronounced the word food" and
inclines his head.
II didn't know you had two sis
ters."
'ch, yes,' says Jack, staring at
Lorrie and wondering what on earth
has happened to her, why she, she
whose self-possession and confidence
are by-word in the family. sits
mumchance and silent as marble
statue.
Headache! Got a headache. Lor.
RE? Why, you hadn't it in the church.
yard half an hour ago!"
Then she lifts her eyes to Lord
Guys face and says, slowly, careless
ly:
mo. caught It there. l was sleep
ing in the open air."
Lord Guy catches at his glass, and
gulps down a draught of the old clar-
ct, with his face redder than the
cherry,
Good heaven! Does she know"
and after second or two he ventures
to look across at her.
But the dark eyes look out from the
lovely face full upon his, as innocent
and inscrutable as a child's.
Not by CULVER Of lid does she
Show the slightest sign that she is
aware that his lips have touched It, |
that the yellow mustache has lain |
upon her forehead.
And Lord Guy, drawing breath OF
relief, which he struggles hard to
conceal, leans back in his chair and
wipes from his brow the drops of per.
spiration which his guilty conscience
has called up
CHAPTER IL.
Lord Guy kept his eyes fixed on his |
plate, and all his pleasing eloquence
seemed to have deserted him. He for
got to finish his account of the priva-
tons of the army in zululand; ap-
peared, indeed, to have become sud
denly smitten with dumbness Jack,
who had never seen his chum so
taken before. stared at him in |
Could it be possible that the ap-
pearance of Lorrie had wrought the
Could ii be nnssihlA that Gslv