The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-04-14
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Sir Hugh.
Rv Ediih GRAY

Bur since those every ones consisted
of the daughters and wives of the
millionaire settlers of the lovely subs
urb Of Llynwood, along. with their
cousins and aunts and the ysual con-
tingent or society folk from FhE city,
Miss Clinton, egardless Of judgment
from without, continued in her much
lamented course. However, she lost
hereby not one whit of The love Of
the small children OF the district.
Not that the charming daughter OF
he former rector OF st. James as
sociated with cooks and patronized
coachmen, Unfortunately aud with
)ut distinction, even though she did
have d way of discovering, now and
then, among the lower strata of the
exclusive suburb, individuals OF gen.
tleness Of manner. of general unself-
ishness and sweetness OF character
}ften so lamentably lacking in their
social matters This girl had a
strange and lovely power of sum-
noning from all she touched the very
oest In thought and deed, and many
IN original word of comment, many a
solid bit of philosophy, did she ex-
tract by subtle means from those she
sailed her friends Ii Is true that
he wiser and more penetrating OF
the dull-eyed upper class confided
among themselves that Aileen Clin-
toms purposes, in this study OF hu-
man character, were not altogether
siffruistic. She writes,' they
whispered, for magazines, and seeks
mAterial."
Y Nevertheless, heE qpserness was
not Eentirely EXCUSED on. that score,
md Nnany cutting snub--to her
amusenent he it said, however-did
she Meceive from women who, in
limeSof trouble, were only too, ready
@Sscail on her for aid. 4 tttriAs
However, there was spne estate.
!. ,wned by certain Lloyd Coverly,
where Miss Clinton wasshever made
0 doubt her welcome. Again and
gain, in her cross country rambles,
she passed through the great gate
way, beneath the arching elms. on
ier way to the house beyond. The
,ourtly host and his invalid wife
we're always oyerjoyed to see the ra-
iiant girl. but, although she loved
hem we'll, it was invariably her
most sympathetic self that was fore
from the broad drive, on her home.
ward trips, hurrying along the box
ledged pathway in the direction OF
the conservatory door beyond For
here, amidst trellises OF smilax and
/ lodding rosebuds, among boxes ot
carna ions and frail, sweet pansy
flowers, her brave friend Hugh held
sway.
Hugh Mcdonnell was no common
gardener, no mere shipper OF shoots
and sprays, neither was ne keen
eyed explainer of Temperatures, nor
scientific exploiter Of theories,
strange and new. This Hugh had
Intellect, his broad brow and deep
set eyes would have betrayed that TO
the girl al once, even if his unusual
phi ity of diction and remarkable
knowledge of the worlds affairs had
lot from the first attracted her. Z
| The girl used TO watch him, won
iering as his fingers fastened stray,
ne tendriils and transplanted tender
! shoots, how mans hands could le
main so fine, so shapely in spite OF
! he roughening strain OF rigo. ous
| GARDEN work. Truly, the man was
gentleman, not merely, as some
| olks classify with patronizing smile
and upward lift of brow, 'one of ma
.ure's gentlemen,' but at heart and
! soul gentleman
Aileen's conviction of this mans
origin had often led her 10 talk oil
| Hugh amidst The luXuries OF the
drawing room beyond But her host
| could tell her nothing of the man
save hat when he came, his creden
| .ials had been good and that for tel
| years he had served them faithfully
md well He had thwarted all a.
| .empts at conversation concerning
| ais former life and his master had
respected his secrets. Yet though
| Lloyd Cove;iy knew hat the garden
er was superior to his surroundings
| lie did not enshroud his past with Inc
| glamour and mystery OF romance, as
| .he girl was won't 10 do.
| The little invalid wife, frail and
| sweet as the fragrant spray of he
iiotrope within her slender hand
spoke conclusiyely one day f.om her
,avorite place before the fire, You
and / Aileen, know-in spite OF
Lloyd's stupidily--that there. was 2
woman once, brave and sweet and
rue, and so our Scotchman is a gen
lleman and always win be. His
! mask Is clever, but so fine and .gooc
/, man could never quite deceive.
wish that you would make a story
Jf it, dear"
The words occurred again to the
| ylr as she hurried, several days
laer, along the bleak, stretch ol
! wind swept road. and caused her to
laugh a little for sheer scorn OF hel
small art. A story OF It! Why, who
would dare to touch the flawless
Hugh?-Sir Hugh, as she named hin
in her heart--and spoil his tale with
he bungling OF mere words? She
laughed again as she turned down ,ht
familiar path toward the greenhouse
door beyond.
She found the man today, bending
low over a box of discarded casta
ways, the floral rubbish from the
house above. The marguefites were
untouched with stain. and 20 the girl
unaccustomed TO prodigality, the car
nations looked sweet and fresh. but
Hugh passed by them all iegard,
less, and the girl saw with surprise
hat he was selecting, one by one
the lily-of.the-valley sprays, all tori
and dropping though they were