The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1910-05-05
CHAPTER K.

Au0t besides tuls, she uaQ leit Tor SOM
time what she would have termed Al
aching void" for want OF a conn
dante. A conndante had always beer
necessity to her. as II generally Il
to persons much taken up with them
selves Her last devoted friend. tn.
depositary Of her secret troubles. pro
jects, and love affairs, had lately mar
ried a brutal husband who had taught
his bride to laugh at Mary Dacre's
storms In a teacup and tWo-penny-half,
penny tragedies; 50 her heart was
empty, swept and garnished. and
ready for the occupation OF another
faithful friend and counsellor" when
fate threw Hope Desmond In her way.
In Miss Dacre's estimation. she was
eminently fitted to Ill the vacant post !:
there Was just the difference OF station
between them which would make the
condolences OF the future Baroness Cas-
Teton natterlng 10 their recipient. to
whom also her friendship might be
1serul There was short pause Miss
Desmond's eyes looked dreamy. as Il
sne were gazing in spirit at some dis
-~~-A~r were
quivering with Impotence for the
revelations about to Be made to her.
The silence was broken suddenly By
somewhat disconnected exclamation
from Miss Dacre: He Is certainly
very nice-looking.
"Who3 Lord Evert0n9- asked Hope. /
Lord EvertonI Nonsensei He
might have been forty years ago.
mean Captain Lumley. There Is
something knightly in his look and
bearing: one could imagine him go
Ing down into the lions pit for ones
glove. and that sort Of thing.
7 do not think I could. smiling.
7 do not fancy Captain Lumley or
any other logical modern young man
doing anything OF the kind He might.
II extra-ehiyalrous. bring yor a dozen
new pairs to replace the one you had
dropped
All, my dear Miss Desmond. fear
you are not imaginative. Or perhaps
you have only known prosaic men,.
4 have only known very few Of any ]
kind" ]
And have had such a wide expe-
riencei" said Miss Dacre. with a sigh, {
You can see am no beauty: yet / {
have the fatal gift Of fascination in an [
degree. Yes. really It Il I
lutte curious" Another sigh. Il feel
n something Of a difBcult position c
ust now, and have no friend near q
With whom to take counsel Now, q
lear Miss Desmond. ! feel attracted to n
'ou- am certain you could Be q n
aithfui friend. and silent as the e
yravs" I,
I should be very happy to Be Of k
my use to you.- said Hope. seeing she n
'aused for a reply. K
i knew You would am 50 tired e.
y feeding on my own heartl want 81
friend Now. dare say you are sur b
'rised to see how earnestly advocate q
Hugh Saville's cause. All, there is q
title tragic story which win color my "
Whole life H
lndecdi' with awakening interest. CT
7 trust your life win Be free from all W
ragic ingredients.9 W
~Ah, no; that It cannot be. You Of
must know that saw a great deal Of
richard and Hugh saville when was Ii
little girl; my father worried a great M
cal about politics. and used to live co
the Court all the summer, that he tn
light see me sometimes (my mother bu
led when ! was a baby. you know). It
iell, as soon as left on playing va
It'll dolls and began to feel, was n wa
We with Hugh; and be was very ic
nd Of me- Then he went to sea, and We
, did not meet for years, until after all
had been presented and had refused afr
II dozen men. I shall never for. Blu
{ our first meeting when he return
from-oh. don't know where. He Da'
's 50 pleased to see me; but soon. lea
~ soon. saw that he who was the saS
mt OF my eyes was the one man Of ent
had met who resisted the atfrac. hin
n generally exercise" Here she 90
used In her voluble utterance and bac
essed her handkerchief to her ewes a.
Hope was so amazed at these unex- =
stec revelations that the bright col say
rose IN her cheex--ft seemed IN on I
delicate nature almost indecent me
thus lay bare ones secret expert. q CO
se5 70 gtranger-and look Of TO-"
barrassment made her drop her Il
.; but these symptoms were lost IS
her companion. who thoroughly pale
oye4 holding forth on the delight Saw
topA Of self and exhibiting her Dacr
3 fine points. dow.
That must have been very try IL
J" said Hope, feeling that she ought coon
say something. 49,
Awful, my dear Miss Desmond. BY crabl
bye, may call you Hope? It Cone
omen. your name 800
certainly, Miss Dacre.v roI,a,
Veil, my dear Hope. nearly went unbs,
(; but It Is curious that never vie.
cd better firted wildly with Great.
y one; still Of course Hugh knew FOR !
wen .nat was desperately In to re,
WIN nm thong