Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-03-31
Continued.

tor the second time a full and COM
plete account Of the way in which he
caught the trout which figured on the
dinner table.
Meanwhile the two girls had gone
into the drawing room, low room
with old-world furniture, and wide,
stretching window, which opens onto
the lawn. Arrived there Greta gets
out her work; not piece OF fancy
work Which is as ornamental as it Is
useless but a coat OF Jacks out OF the
sleeve of which he has, after the
manner of the SONS Of men, wreDched
the lining.
Greta is the good angel of the rec
tory. 1t is she who runs the house,
manages the servants, pays the
butchers and grocers books when
their is any money, and pacifies those
irrate tradespeople when there isn't.
She is busy from morning to night,
never foolishly, aggressively busy,
but always at Work-up stairs, down
stairs, and in the upper chambers. II
she sits down for a few moments
there is sure to be a basket of mend
ing by her side and needle and cot
ton in her hands.
If anybody wants anything in the
rectory, it is Where is Greta?" II
ANYTHING goes wrong, it is Il say, you
know, look here Greta!" If the rector
gets button off his shirt or wants
Cruel or a mustard plaster, it is Greta
who is called upon. If any of the par
ishioners are in want OF beef tea and
blankets, they walk up to the rectory
and inquire if they can see Miss Mar
garet, please.
No one thinks of applying for any
thing to Lorrie. 1t is not expected that
she should be worried. She does notk
ing, and does it infinitely we'll!
At the present moment she wanders
up and down the room with her soft,
dusky head tilted back upon her
hands, clasped behind her neck, her
eyes half closed in meditation for n
few moments, then she drops upon tho
music stool and begins to play.
She can play. OF geography, his
tory the polite languages, alas! OF
grammar also, she knows little or no
thing; but she can play, and sing, not
with the correctness of musician,
but with touch and in a voice that
are as bewitching and tantalizing and
seductive as her dark eyes or the
~
She plays now thirty or forty bars
of the serenade from "Olivette," then
stops abruptly.
What, Lorrie? I am listening to
you and mending this coat Of Jacks.
wonder why it is that he always
tears out the lining of the left
Sleeve?"
"Oh, bother! who cares? Greta,
don't you think"-music-" it is
awfully cool of that young slip of ar.
istocracy to swoop down upon us to
dinner in this fashion,"
Lord Kendale, my dear Lorrie!
Fancy calling him a slip! He is broad.
or than Jack, and he is anything but
short. Why shouldn't he? Jack asked
him"
Il didn't suppose that he came unin
vited," retorts Lorrie. running up and
Gown the keys in an elaborate scale;
even the cheek of viscount isn't
equal to that, suppose"
My dear Lorrie, | wish you would
not use such slang words"
% "Jack-Jack-caugh it of him: it's
the only useful thing l ever did get
from him, and he bestowed the
measles and the whooping cough and
the scarletina upon me, if you remem
Der. But. seriously, Greta. l dom.
think this young viscount is the prop
er sort of companion for my brother
joint"
He seems rather nice than other
wise" She says, calmly.
Rather nice. That's what one saws
when there is doubt whether thu
pudding is eatable or not. Rather
nice! So he is-he is just like a DOLL
"A doll?"
Yes; pretty blue eyes and golden
town hair, and dear little mouth and
pretty little hands"
Really, anything less like doh
than Lord Guy l never saw. His ewes
are blue-or aren't they?-and his
hair is light: but whoever saw a doll
With tanned face? And as to his
hands, they are good shape but not
small, not tiny hands, and white like
papa's. A doll! That isn't fair. Lor.
RE" And she laughs again. lyon
seem TO have taken rather a dislike to
him. Why?"
Lorrie swings round on the stool
and looks at the quiet face
bent over the coat, then with a dash
OF color returns to the keyboard and
commences march from Chopin
a dislike. positively hate him,"
MY dear Lorriei"
Hate him! AS to why, don't
KNOW" this last rather hesitatinglv
I'm sure he's wicked-why. We know
ne is-and it's quite proper to hate
wicked people. AS for you. Greta. you
are such an abandoned creature that
really believe you are half In love
with him already"
Not quite half, dear" <Greta says.
The march from Chopin proceeds,
but comes to sudden stop again.
II suppose the Melfords are very
rich, Greta? I mean disgustingly
rich?"
Mr.. Meh I'd is a wealthy man.
yes.' says Greta.