The Holbrook news., 1910-03-11

The Road Maker
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ID you know you're trespassing?"
 The speaker was a young man fault fessly dressed. He was speaking to a man some twelve years his senior. who was seated on a tree trunk, smok- i ing a pipe. I'm Lord Winstead, and this Is my property
 And nice property. too. I con graduate your lordship."
 ''I say, you're a pretty cool hand. Who are you?"
 As you were kind enough to tell me your name I will return the com 1 pliment. My name is Raymond. Basil Raymond" He paused for few sec onds and then added. Those are fine trees ahead"
 Do you know anything about trees?"
 I've spent fifteen years among them in Canada"
 Did you ever cut roads through 'em?"
 Several"
 T say. sou-re just the man I want. D'you want jo0?"
 Depends what the job is
 Why I've always wanted to cut a road through those trees to the shore"
 Well. if you're anxious for me to do it, l will"
 Come along to the house and we'll fix things up.'
 Raymond went with him to the house and presently they were deep in the plans for the new road
 Suddenly the door burst open and a girl entered.
 Come and play tennis. Jimmy" she cried
 Then she saw Basil Raymond and her pretty face flushed.
 Let me introduce you" said Lord Winstead. My cousin. Miss Constance Blaketon, AIr. Raymond"
 MT. Raymond is going to make a road through the wood to the shore Lord Winstead continued
 The smile faded from the girls eyes, she gazed frigidly at Raymond for a moment. and then turned to her cousin.
 You won't be coming. then?" she asked
 Sorry. old girl. but I can't leave this"
 Miss Blaketon bowed to Raymond and left the room-sha did not smile this time
 Work was commenced on the fol lowing morning. During the early evening. Basil Raymond strolled up 10 the wood and sat again on the tree trunk where Lord Winstead had found him.
 It's queer state of affairs" he nurmured thoughtfuIly. By love! What lovely girl Miss Blaketon is."
 The next instant he heard the object of his admiration speaking.
 Fancy introducing me as you did; thought he was a friend of yours"
 50 he is," replied Lord Winstead; ''or I hope he will be-"
 ''Dut you told ne he was only a backwoodsman. Jimmy. He's a fine, manly looking fellow, but he's hardly a suitable friend for a man of your position"
 "oh. dry up, Con. don't rot so much"
 The voices died away as they passed beyond Raymond's hearing.
 50 I'm an outsider" he said. "I am beyond the pale in my lady Con- stances eyes"
 On the first morning of the tree fell | ing, Miss Blaketon walked along with | Lord Winstead Basil Raymond raised | his hat as he saw her. but only re- | He flushed to the roots of his hair, but | continued to issue directions in calm, | level tones. Constance Blaketon did | not notice the flush; as a matter of | fact, it was lost in the tan. She had | meant to crush this man who apQar- i ently did not know his place, but evi- i dently she had failed.
 'Raymond," she called suddenly, 'I | want you to look for my glove"
 She had dropped it on purpose-so that she might call Raymond. To her surprise, Basil did not move. He was directing the felling of a large elm, and he did not turn his head until the work was finished.
 Constance Blaketon grew angrier each second. She could not tell why this nan affected her so. why she had such a passionate desire to humble him.
 Why did you not come when I called" she demanded indignantly, when at length PavmOnd walked l