Daily Arizona silver belt., 1910-03-31


 "No," said the countess slowly, c hint of regret in her tone. "A gentle man may be poor. For instance, my father is no longer wealthy, he does not attend church, he shuns social life but he is honorable, he is thoughtful of others, so he is gentleman"
 And I'm not, eh?"
 "Oh, no, no! I did not mean to say that. l couldn't say it. IT do not know you well enough. merely ask. ed you to decide for yourself"
 The countess bit her lip from vexa- tion. She was cOrnered and knew it. But was she beaten? Did you ever see woman defeated by mere logic?
 ''That's unfair" she replied reproach- fully. You know haven't said any thing of the kind. All I did say was that I ought to go back, and must"
 ''Then l suppose I'll just have to keep right on going to the dogs" ob- served the Cherub dolefully. q didn't know Was quite such q hopeless case, though"
 "Oh, 1t isn't that; it isn't thatr' pro. tested the countess.
 'Must be-" declared the Cherub. of it wasn't you wouldn't run away like this. Why, I'm so bad that you won't talk to me. don't suppose that you'd even shake hands with any one so wicked"
 It may have been merely impulse. perhaps 1t was the pathetic spectacle of the Cherub's injured feelings-tears showed suddenly in the brown eyes of the countess.
 "Oh, you mustn't feel that way-you mustn't" she pleaded. "Of course will. Therew Impulsively she ex- tended both hands to him. Rather awkwardly Mir. Devine took them in his. Then he did not know what to do next. whether to let go or to hold on.
 He had not fully decided when tall, gray haired man of stern face and dlgnifed bearing appeared behind them. He seemed very much aston ished at the scene.
 Adele, who is this?" he demanded.
 ''This, father, is Mir Devine." It was finely done--no hesitancy. no trembling of voice. no wavering of the eyes.
 "Not the-the"-
 "Yes, the Cherub. Isn't it. Mir. De- vine?"
 Mir. Devine nodded good natured assent.
 But, Adele, this is entirely unex- lScted. had no idea that you were acquainted with this-er-Mr. Devine." q have only been telling him that should not see him again during his stays
 "Ah! Quite proper. I am sure that Mir. Devine does not expect it. Good day, sir. Come. Adele"
 Dutifully the countess followed her father out of the garden.
 The ash on Mir, Devine's cigar, how ever, was not an eighth of an ipch longer before he was surprised to see MT Hewington reappear before him. The Hewingtons, it seemed, were ad- dicted to postscripts.
 "Wonder if he's come back with a stick;;'' reflected the Cherub. But Mir. Hewlngtons manner was not openly hostile. Tt has just occurred to me, Mir. De vine," he began, that you might fancy our attitude somewhat discourteous. If | so, you are in error. We are merely l under rather awkward | conditions our customary reserve. Do | you follow me, sir?"
 "I get a glimmer now and then" rejoined the Cherub. l You mean that you're not mixers. Mir. Hewington smiled coldly at She | metaphor Society is apt to make | he continued Perhaps you do not know that our family has been prominent since colonial times. | My great-aunt married a son of the Marquis de Lafayette"
 Never met the gentleman" com | mented the Chorub.
 Probably not. He came to America | in 1S1J."
 "So? Then he got here before did" Mir. HewingtOn ignored this remark. | This estate, Mir. Devine, was part of | the original grant. In my fathers time it extended for fifteen miles along | the sound. The old mansion, which !