The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-09-01
CHAPTER iv.-Continued.

SFIAF En- IV.-COntInueo.
Once within. the air OF domestic
peace. the pictures on the walls. a
whip and felt hat with blue band,
on the hall table, and a book on a
chair In the drawing.room, turned
down to mark the absent readers
place, rebuked him for his impudence.
He would take the earliest train for
Ardsley and bury himself there for
The remainder OF his days He had
hardly formed this resolution when
light step sounded in the hall, and
Miss Geraldine Dangerfield stood at
the threshold. His good resolutions
went down like house OF cards.
Miss Dangerfield." he began. Il had
the pleasure of meeting your father in
New Orleans the other day, and as
! was passing through town unexpect-
eddy, thought should give myself
the pleasure of calling on him. He
said that in case | found him absent
I might call upon you. In fact, he
wrote line on card for me to pre-.
sent. but stupidity left it at my
hotel"
They faced each other in the dim,
cool room for what seemed to him
endless centuries. She was much
younger than he had imagined; but
her eyes were blue, just as he re-
membered them. and her abundant
light hair curled away from her fore
head In pretty waves, and was tied
today with a large bow of blue rib
bon.
Won't you please sit down, Mr..
Ardmore?"
And when they were seated there
was another pause, during which the
blue eyes continued to take account
OF him, and he fingered his tie, feel
Ing sure that there was something
wrong with It,
Its warm, isn't it,"
II suppose II is. It's way summer
has, of being mostly warm"
He was quite sure that she was
laughing at him; there was a tinge
OF irony In the very way in which
she pronounced "wa'm," lngeringly.
as though to prolong her contempt for
his stupidity in not finding anything
better to say.
Il enjoyed meeting your father so
much. Miss Dangerfield. / think we
are always likely to be afraid of great
men. but your father made me feel at
home at once. And he tells such cap.
ital stories-Tve been laughing over
them ever since | left New Orleans"
II suppose, Mr.. Ardmore, that you
saw papa at the luncheon at the
Pharos club in New Orleans?"
why, yes. Miss Dangerfield. 1t
was there / met the governor"
Are you sure it was there, Mr..
Ardmore?"
why, / think that was the place.
I don't know my New Orleans as |
should. but"
Ardmore was suddenly conscious
that Miss Dangerfield had risen and
that she stood before him. with her
fair face the least bit flushed, her
blue eyes alight with anger, and that |
the hands at her sides were clenched |
ervously
My father was not at luncheon at |
Ne Pharos club, Mr.. Ardmore. You
teNer saw my latner In your life. !
Know why 1t is you came here, and If
fou are not out of that door in one
iecond shall call the servants and
ave them throw you out"
She ceased abruptly and turned to
ook into the hall where steps sounded.
rs that you, Jerry?"
YES. mamma III be up in Just a
minute. Please don't wait for me. It's
only the man to see about the plumb
ing
The lady who had appeared for an
instant at the door went on slowly
up the stairs, and the girl held Ard.
more silent with her steady eyes until
he step died away above. II
Il know what you want my father
or Mr. Billings and you are both
limits infamous. outrage.
JUS! And it isn't his fault. / would
ave you know that my father is an
honorable mani"
The bayonets were at his breast:
e would ask for mercy.
Miss Dangerheld, you may call me
nything you please, but / am not |
ute the scoundrel you think me- It's /