Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-02-25
MRS. ALEXANDER
CHAPTER II.

with hard glitter as she tnouSnC tnae
her son was probably saved from COM
hitting some dangerous folly, and
launched afresh on a career Wnlcn
promised honor and promotion. In
truth, Mrs Saville's hopes and ambi-
lions were conferred on her second son.
Her eldest was an apathetic, well-ored'
briefiess barrister, Of dilettante tastes,
given to writing elegantly-expressed
papers In the more exalted periodicals
on obscure passages in Shakespeare,
and latterly in Browning, on the derl'
walton Of obsolete words. and other
/. such topics, in which ordinary mortals
took not the slightest interest.
Mrs. Saville was the only child and
sole heiress Of an exceedingly wealthy
ghefield manufacturer. She had mar
ried the accomplished, amiable, distin'
guished-looking younger brother OF the
Earl of Everton, an impecunious peer
whose sole means of existence was de-
rived from the rent Of the family man
Sion and domains Mrs. Saville was
an extremely ambitiouns woman; she
had q keen desire for personal distlnc'
ton, and in her own mind had re.
solved that as her eldest son must In
the order Of things succeed his uncle
and become Earl Of Everton, so Hugh
must marry a woman of rank and for
tune, and thus she would be free to
give the bulk of her belongings to
support the title which would devolve
upon her eldest son. He was stead
iTreproachable young man, but her
heart, her pride, conferred in her Ben
jamin.
Mrs. Saville's love was somewhat
onerous obligation; she had very
tough, memorable will, and a profound
belief that she could manage every
ones affairs considerably better than
they could themselves doctrine in
which her younger son rarely agreed.
His mothers greed for power was
greatly developed by her early widow.
hood, though the deceased Honorable
her husband was a. peace-loving soul
who rarely contradicted her Such was
the condition OF things at the begin.
ming Of this narrative.
Receiving no reply to her telegram
1AAS. OdNAhO odb up Ao1O OAA NhO AOAACW'
ing Wednesday, hoping her son might
arrive, and retired to rest weary with
unfulflled expectation.
When her maid brought her early
cup Of tea, the following morning, she
announced that "Mr. Hugh arrived
about half an hour ago. and has gone
70 his room"
vxyhn.a,,rnv. NJ. eo,,,Jia o-dorad he,
breakfast to be brought to her in hel
own apartment, that she might not de
lay her sons refreshment, and pre-
pared leisurely to meet him In hel
morning-room She was already there
to greet him when he came upstairs
well. my dear Hugh! / am g1at
to see you. My best congratulations
Have you read the Secretary's letter
told Atkins to give It to you"
Eyes, he did" said Hugh, shortly
then he kissed his mothers brow ant
stood looking at her with a troubles
expression.
He was fair, sunburnt man Of per
haps six or seven-and-twenty, rattle
above middle height. broad-shouldered
and seeming shorter than he reall
was His features we're good, and
pair Of large handsome brown eye
lighted up his face, which was squar
and strong; his hair and thick NOUS
taches were light brown. with a rec
dish tinge.
why, Hugh, you are looking Ill an
worn. You do not seem like yourself
L ny. aRk last MI .
II came as quickly as l could; th
trains at this season are inconven
ont" he returned, still in an abser
tone. He had pleasant, deep-cheste
voice, and though he had never give
much time to It's cultivation, coul
sing a good second.
"If you had started on Monday nigl
after you had my telegram. you mlgl
have been here yesterday"
'T could not, mother" And he
gan to pace the room in quarter-dec
style.
"Why?" persisted Mrs. Saville, wit
vague uneasiness.
a because had rather particult
engagement on Tuesday morning"
what do you mean?"
IT had arranged to be married {
Tuesday morning, and could not d
appoint the parson and the consul,
say nothing Of my fiancee," he retur
cd, with a grim smile, and pausing
his walk opposite his mother.
Married." she repeated, growi
white and grasping the arms of b
chair. Hugh. this is supid. vulg
Sest."
"It is not, mother. l am MARI
as fast as chuTch and state can bi
me. If look haggard and seedy y
need not wonder, for it isn't pleasi
to leave your bride almost at
church door. l can tell you"
"Madman!" she Kissed through
set teeth, while her keen black Q
flashed with fury. ITO what advent
sss have you fallen victim2"
Hush" he said, with some
nifty; "you must not speak dlsresp
fully OF my wife. Tomorrow or I
day you viii see full particulars in
RswspaDers..