The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1910-08-05
CHAPTER me-,
IA Sudden Death.

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aGive her that hat and that sum
shade, Virginie. Enid, don't forget
your dress is longer than usual, and
button those gloves
Enid caught the long gray suede
coverings for her small hand as they
were flung across the room.
sBut this dress, .Cou / mean
Dorothy! Suppose ! should tear it!
This lovely lace"
Dorothy laughed contemporary.
aWhat them" she said "You.
must save up your salary and give
me another. NOW srand on and let
me look at you'll Bravo! Upon my
word, you are an excellent imitation
Of fine lady"
The maid broke out into few ex-
CARNATIONS of admiration, but Enid
did not catch them. She stood but
toning her gloves, while her cousin
made hasty though marvelously
successful toilet.
"You are good foil to me, Enid"
she said, as she surveyed herself in
the glass.
Indeed. the two girls were dis
tinct contrast. Dorothy in palest
blue, radiant, ethereal, lovely; and
Enid In soft black silk and lace, the
outcome of Partisan modiste, her
eyes cleaning from under broad
brimmed hat, her great mass of red
brown hair, rolled with consummate
negligence and grace by the maid, in
the nape of her soft white neck.
She was hurried away before she
had time to realize that the image re-
Elected in the mirror was her own,
and was seated in the carriage be-
tween Dorothy and Miss Cuthbert
Miss Knebwe1l's chaperone before
she knew where she was.
aIf Sir Robert asks for Miss Leslie,
tell him have taken her OUT" COM
manded Dorothy. as they started.
Enid was never called by any other
name than Leslie-the one her father
had adopted when, years ago, he had
left his home and tempted fortune
with his brush. Sir Robert always
used it contemptuously, as If to vex
the girl. by not giving her any real
title, but she craved no other; to her
it was more beautiful than any in ex-
istence, for her mother had loved it.
The carriage bowled away, and
they drove in silence till a gateway
was reached, and Enid knew that they
were bound for the grounds of Blom-
ley Manor, the home of the Earl of
Derriman, the first family in the
county.
Dorothy bowed and smiled on eth
er side as she made her almost regal
entrance on the lawn, led by her host,
and many futtered up to her to chat
and shake her small, dainty hand, or
receive some pretty, word.
This is my cousin, Enid Leslie"
she said, as Lord Derriman took them
to some chairs. Il want you to be
great friends. Enid and are insep-
arabic now, you know"
Enid just lifted her eyes to the man
opposite, and she felt thrill Of
pleasure in his smile. and a sensation
of pain at Dorothy's prevarication.
Why should she tell this falsehood?
IF it rests with me. Miss Leslie
has a friend already" said Lord Der
riman, in hearty tones. "Will you
sit here, or shall we go on to mother?
think you had better rest here, for
she is down at the bottom of the
grounds.
this will do at present"
Enid sat leaning back quietly; her
cavalier had soon departed: he found
her too shy and nervous, and SO she
had nothing to do but to keep close
to her cousin, who was so deep in a
conversation with Lord Derriman,
and wait for further instructions.
Miss Cuthbert is having tea,
Enid. Dorothy said, after pause:
and had any one watched her closely
they would have seen her fingers
move restlessly round the handle of
the sunshade she held
Does that mean you would like
some, tool" laughed Lord Derriman.
Dorothy rose at once.
1T does" she said, promptly, and
at that moment the clock struck half
past five. But / want my cousin to
see your rose garden first. Lord Derri-
man"
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