Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-02-18

Are you AFRAID OF monte CArIoI
don't think you need be. Mr.. Hugh
Saville never was inclined to gamble"
81 am afraid of something much
worse-a designing woman"
Indeed" And Mr.. Rawson glanced
curiously at her.
Eyes," continued Mrs Saville, strok-
ing the little dogs head thoughtfully.
When he was abroad some time ago
he made the acquaintance of horrid
old gambling, disreputable friend of
Lord Everton's. This man has a daugh-
ter, and heard accidentally that
Hugh was great deal with her. When
my son returned warned him against
such penniless adventures. He laugh
ed In an odd, bitter way, and said,
Don't trouble yourself, my dear moth
er; Miss Hilton would not look at me-
at once saw some deep scheme in
this; don't your"
We'll, l can't possibly say; there
are SO many sides to human nature
feminine human nature especially.
The young lady must be rather pecu-
liar If she would not look at Mr.. Hugh
Saville. l should say he was rather
pleasant object"
Il know you are fond Of Hugh, Mr..
Rawson; your regard for him strength.
ems the old ties that your excellent
service has created"
"Humphl" said Rawson to himself,
docs she think I am her footmanF
YES" he observed, your son was q
true friend to my poor wild lad. It's
owing to him that he is what he Is
now, and has chance of respect,
able life"
II am very glad he was of use to
your son." returned Mrs. Saville, with
an air of infinite superiority But,
Mr.. Rawson, do you not think Hugh's
answer evasive?"
"Mr Hugh Saville is never evasive.
He may have been q little huffed with
the young lady"
Then she was on the track of some
other prey" said Mrs. Saville, scorn.
fully. II nave an admirable match for
Hugh, desirable in every way; SO,
when I found he had wandered back
to Nice and was lingering there, felt
not little uneasy"
did you say the young lady's name
Is Hilton?" asked Rawson, suddenly.
Yes; her father is, or calls himself,
Captain Hilton"
Then l don't think you need dis.
tress yourself. saw the death of a
Captain Hilton about a fortnight ago
In a newspaper. He died somewhere
In France, but not at Nice. l noticed
tho name because-oh, because / have
heard Lord Everton speak Of him"
How can you tell If 1t be the
sameT Mrs. Saville was beginning,
with great animation, when the butler
appeared, carrying on a salver large
envelope bearing the inscription ION
Her Majesty's Service" and addressed
to Lieutenant Hugh Saville.
This is some appointment for my
son." cried Mrs. Saville. "I knew 1t
would come in this unexpected way. Is
1t not maddening that he should be
absent? AS she spoke. she tore the
letter open and glanced at it, and ex.
claiming, Eyes, as l thought" handed
1t to her confidential adviser. He took
it, and read as follows:
Admiralty, Whitehall, July 20.
Sir have the honor to inform
you that you are appointed to H. NJ. s.
Vortigern, Flagship Of Admiral Ward
law, on the West Indian Station.
You will proceed by the Mail leav.
ing Southampton on the 26th instant
for Port Royal, Jamaica.
If H. M. s. Vortigern has left, you
will report yourself to the Senior Ma.
val offcer, from whom you will get
directions where to join your ship.
Il have the honor to be, sir, your
obedient servant,
ROBERT BROWN,
Secretary to the Admiralty
ITO Lieutenant Hugh Saville,
Stafford Square, s. w."
There, that is just the opening
Hugh has wished for-lieutenant OF
the flagship on the West Indian Sta.
ton. Why, If this threatened rupture
with Russia comes to anything, the
West Indian squadron would most
probably be ordered to the Black Sea-
nothing is more probable; then he
might have chance of distinguishing
himself. want to see my son an ad.
miral! How infinitely provoking that
he should be ABSENT"
You must telegraph to him without
moments loss of time" said M-.
Rawson. "If he starts tomorrow, or
tonight, why, he'll be here in thirty.
SIX hours. Very little time need be
lost. Shall wire for your"
"oh. yes. please; and reply to this.
too. Let them know he is coming"
well. there is little danger of your
son being caught now, Mrs. Sayille,
If Venus herself had her hand on him
he must break away, when such a sum.
mons may mean fighting Good morn,
ing. Leave the telegraph to me, and
accept my best congratulations" Mr.
Rawson bowed himself out.
Mrs. Saville mechanically rose and
rang the bell. Then she stood In
thought for minute. and rang again
This time the butler presented him
self.
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