Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1910-01-07

begged Tor q cup of tea.
1T is beverage OF which | am ex.
tremely fond" he said, "and l think a
decided liking for tea ought to be a
patent Of respectability to any man.
You have been a good deal on the Con
tinent, l believe, Miss Desmond?"
Il have travelled occasionally in my
aunt's lifetime"
All! and enjoyed 1t, dare say?"
Yes; but also enjoy returning to
England"
Indeed! Well, l do not. The mo
ment l set foot on my native soil, /
cease to be a free man; invisible detec.
tives put me In social irons; cruel
warders imprison me with adamantine
barriers, where / am obliged to eat
and drink and speak and nave my be,
Ing according to rigid rules. | must
give my money for what satisneth
not, and go to the funereal hostelries
frequented by my peers. l must don
evening dress, and wear unlimited pur-
pie and fine linen. Then my exasperat-
Ing relatives will poster me with invi.
tations, because they think they must
not neglect that poor old beggar Ev.
erton. Now. on the other side of the
Channel my only habitation is an airy
bedroom, outside which a whole world
OF cafes and restaurants are before
me where to choose my breakfast and
dinner, where meet pleasant, intelli.
gent people Of every shade of opinion,
with whom | can converse freely in
happy ignorance of their names and
condition, as they are of mine; and
occasionally stumble on old acQuaint
ances who enjoy life in my own fash
ion, cheerfully accepting the contemp
tuous treatment Of Dame Fortune, who
In emptying our pockets also relieved
US Of tiresome responsibilities. 1t Is
wonderful the clearness OF Judgment
and general enlightenment of those
who are not weighed down by this
worlds goods"
Il dare say you are right, Lord Ev.
erton. STILL few Of them are advan-
| tageous; though l do not see that
money can purchase any essential of
| life"
That depends very much on what
you consider essentials"
That Is true But Miss Dacre
| Is going to make speech" for that
young lady had said, in an audible
tone, Il am going to tell you a story.
II know" whispered Lord Everton
If her pockets had always been emp
ty, she would have known better how
to hold her tongue"
This story came to me in a letter
from the wife Of cousin Of mine
whose cousin was eyewitness Of the
adventure" Miss Dacre was saying, as
she posed herself on an ottoman and
every one turned towards her. Scene
dark, stormy night distant sea-
one Of Her Majesty's big ships tossing
about on the waves, which make moth.
ing of her bigness Young sailor do.
ing something incomprehensible with
rope or ropes, loses hold or balance
and drops into the black depths of the
raging waters. Captain orders boats
to be lowered. He'll be gone before
you can reach him. they say. He can.
not swim, cries another officer, throw,
ing off his boots while he spoke, and
springing over at bound.
"'This Is suicide exclaimed the
captain The young officer is a huge
favorite with the crew, the crew work
with will, the boat Is lowered, life.
boat probably, they surmount the
waves and slide into the watery hol.
lows, they come up with the gallant
lieutenant, who is supporting the
senseless sailor and nearly exhausted
himself, they drag them into the boat,
they regain the ship the men crowd
round the-whatever you call 1t where
they get on board, their cheers ring
above the roar of the storm, the res.
cued and rescuer are safe!"
Most dramatic" said Lord Eyerton.
Worthy of Brandram," added
George Lumley.
QOH exactly see-- began
Richard Saville.
"No, of course you do not; there Is
nothing to see exactly" interrupted
Miss Dacre, quickly.
"I have heard the tale before. The
only difference Is that the weather was
not quite so stormy as your correspond.
ent represents it." said Mr. Rawson.
playing with his double glasses.
ut was really mucn worse than
represent exclaimed Miss Dacre,
with an air of profound conviction.
Now, does no one want the name OF
my hero?"
There was moments pause. Mrs.