The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1910-02-04

nized, everything. All their upDring-
ing in scenes so different, all the as,
sociations Of their lives, seemed to
go for nothing. They were intoxi-
Gated with pleasure and pride. A
couple Of young princes restored to
their kingdom would not have ac-
:epted their grandeur with a more
undoubting sense that they had at
last recovered their rights.
The house soon Allied with visitors
and company guests who came for
i sport, and guests who came for Curl
,sity, and the great country people
who were friends Of the Lindons, and
The smaller people who were friends
4 If Torrance. And with both sorts of
these visitors Carry could not help
] seeing OF. perhaps she only imagined
it-that though her husband and her
self were treated with great curiosity,
the chief interest. He was the future
possessor of ALL Though she had en-
. tire sway in the house as she never
had before, yet she was nothing but
a shadow, as she had always been.
And the children would have liked il
possible to ignore her, too, AS for
Tom, he got altogether beyond her
control. When he was not shooting,
taking upon himself premature airs
Of the master, he was riding about
the country as his father had done,
going to all kinds Of places, making
acQuaintances everywhere. He came
home on several occasions, after day
Of roaming. with red eyes, half-fall-
ing, half-leaping. OF his horse. max
ing his entrance audible by all the
tumult of rough revilement, calling
loudly to the servants, discharging
baths at them for imaginary delay.
The first time this happened. Lady
Car only suspected it with alarm.
which everybody about stilled as best
they could, getting the young .culprit
ait Of the way. "The matter? there
is nothing the matter" Beaufort said,
coming to her, little pale, but with
q laugh. "Tom has lost his temper.
He Is vexed with himself for being
late for dinner I'll have talk with
him by and by" as that all, Ed
ward?" she said what should it be
more?s her husband replied. But on
another occasion, as evil luck would
have it, Tom made his entrance just
as party, large one, in which his
place was vacant, was sweeping across
the hall to dinner, and his mother,
who came last, had the full advantage
of that spectacle-her son, standing
all despatched, unsteady. his dull
eyes fierce with angry light. Halo,
mother! I'm bit late Never mind,
I'll come as I am, J. he cried, steadying
himself. beating his muddy boot with
his whip. Lady Car threw an an
guished look at the new butler, who
stood splashed and Indifferent as the
door. There was not even an old
servant full of resource to coax the
foolish, wretched boy away.
She had to go in and sit down smil-
ing at the head Of the table, and en-
terrain her guests, not knowing any
minute whether the boy might not
burst in and make his shame visible
to all. In the midst of the sounds of
the dinner-table, the talk, and the
ring of the knives and forks, and the
movements Of the servants, other
sounds seemed to reach her ear OF
loud voices and noise outside. She
had to hear It all and make no sign,
but talk, that her neighbors on each
side might not notice, with what was
almost noisiness for Garry. Perhaps,
though 1t seems more horrible at such
crisis to be In the midst of the COM
pulsory make-belief OF society. it is
better for the sufferer. She kept up,
and never WINGED till the dinner was
over, and the endless tune in the
drawing room after. and all the
guests gone-those who were from
the neighborhood to their homes,
those who were in the house to their
I. rooms. Then. and only then. did she
dare to breathe, to give way to the
devouring anxiety in her mind She
had hidden her husband $50. go! to
the smoking room, or anywhere with
the last guests, and she was alone
The whole house had been changed;
the old furniture displaced, all its as
soclations altered; and yet in that
moment everything came back again
the catafalques of old, the vulgar
splendors. the old dreamy surround
ings. The bow! the hoy. She thought
she saw his father come out before
her. as she had feared to see him all
these years, saying with his old brutal
laugh. Your boy; none of yours.
Mine! mine."
CHAPTER VII.
Beaufort behaved very we'll at this
crisis of domestic history. He shook
on his usual languor. and became at
once energetic and active. What no