Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-04-14
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Guy never Is punctual," says Jack.
Seymour turns to him with smile;
be rarely speaks without slow,
sleek smile.
Lord Kendale is friend of yours,
] think"
Yes" says Jack, I'VE are pretty
thick. | see a great deal Of him. / am
going into the army-when ! can get
there-and I'm in the barracks pretty
often
"Ah, yes; of course. All extremely
pleasant fellow, is he not%''
THE best fellow in the world" re-
plies Jack.
so / have heard. called upon him
On Monday, but he was not in. Ny
father knows his father, the Earl of
Latcham."
At that moment "the best fellow in
the world" makes his appearance.
"Awfully late, I'm afraid. Very
sorry; been kept at the barracks"
Then as Diana glides forward, he
drops Papa Melford's paw, and is al.
lhOob SuHbg vi a SIdlt
He had expected to see a young
lady in crimson plush at least, and
with a vast load Of jewels bespangling
her attire-a young lady with a
'mi6dle-class" smile and shipper, and
the real Diana knocks his fancy pic.
ture to pieces. He is SO surprised that
he shakes hands in silence; then he
turns and goes to Greta, but looking
searchingly round the room.
How do you do, Miss Latimer?
Jolly evening. Isn't-isnt your sister
here? / don't see her."
No; my sister is not here" says
Greta.
Halo, Jacki' he says Il hope I
haven't spoiled your dinner"
My brother, Lord Kendale," says
Diana.
What mercy it is that t1e gods
have drawn curtain between US and
the future. If, for instance, Guy
could see all the evil that this man
would work him, would he not fly at
him and throttle ham there, on Mr.
Melford's Turkey carpet? But, instead
he holds out his hand, and says:
Sorry l wasn't in when you called.
Hope you'll look me up again. Car.
shall Barracks isn't the jolliest of
places, but dare say We could amuse
you for an hour or two"
Seymour Melford bows-he is al.
ways ready with supple bow, a
gesture with his white hand, shrug OF
the shoulder-declares that he shall
be delighted, and then the butler. in a
tone of deep solemnity, announces
dinner.
Mr. Melford's cook is good one.
the menu, compiled by Diana is an
admirable one and the dinner, taken as
meal, is everything that could be
desired. But somehow Lord GUY
though food and wine are of the best.
and he is seated next to the beauti
full Diana, does not altogether look
happy.
Diana does not talk his head OF. !"
She is too wise. She let's him get
through two or three courses with
scarcely word, but presently she
says:
Did you know that my brother
has been staying at Latcham Court
Lord Kendale."
NO." says Guy, suddenly.
Yes. He tells me it is a very beau.
tiful place"
Naturally. My brother was charmed
with it. The earl was very kind to
him, indeed, and my brother says that
he shall never forget his pleasant
visit"
I'm glad Of that" says Guy. Yes.
my father can be very jolly when he
likes"
DOESN'T he always lfke?" she asks,
raising her finely penciled brows.
On. he has govt sometimes, and
theh IT'S Beware of the dog,' YOU
know"
The govt IS a painful complaint"
says Mr.. Melford, in his stolid voice
I've heard that if man carries
raw potato in his pocket it keeps il
away. But he must steal the potato
oh? I'll tell my father" says Guy.
This is a fair sample of the con.
Versation and it is not brilliant. Every
now and then Greta's low-toned, high.
pred voice is heard, and sounds like a
note of music compared with the hard
stolid voice of Mr.. Melford. Jack saws
nothing, but works his way through
the menu with a steady devotion
which is almost sublime in its intense
thoroughness. Then Diana glances at
Greta, and the ladies rise to leave the
room.
Now, gentlemen" says Mr.. Mel.
ford, as the butler puts some old
port and Chateau la Rose on the
table, let me commend this port.
Lord Kendale, you'll take port-or
Will You stick to claret? People don't
drink port much now: | like it my.
self. The best o. claret is sour drink.
ing stuff set against a bottle O. old
s'ort. Things are altered since / was
a young man; people wouldn't have
given a brass farthing for the best of
your Shattoes if they could get
glass of port. As for me, I think
glass G sood beer is as nice drink
as anything"
The rector smiles politely and muir
murs that Yes, good beer is no doubt
an excellent beverage." but doesn't
ask for any, and contents himself with
the Chateau la Rose
Mr.. Melford losses OH Two or three
glasses of port. and grows a little red |