Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-05-12
LORRIE

a word in edgeways on such Occa
sions. This evening Lorrie seems
to have too much to think about to
talk, and she sits, even when she and
Greta are In the drawing-room. al
most as silent as. she was at the din
ner table.
Once or twice she rises and saun
tiers to the piano, but her fingers
which seem to be thinking also, bare
ly touch the keys.
oh, dear! Excitement is firing
work. Are you ready for bed, Lor
rie?"
SPEAK to me not of bed, the wise
man said, for he who sleeps is half
night dead Bed? No, certainly not
/ shall not be sleepy for hours. Be
sides, I'm going to sit up for Jack ;
"Not really?"
Yes, really half defiantly. 81
want to hear how much Lord Ken
dale really did win
But l want to know tonight" she
retorts. "Greta, did you ever see q
pluckier thing than the way he
staggered to that horse and rode the
rest of the racer" and she turns with
a sudden light in her eyes, a sudden
warm flush on her face
NO. Have you been thinking Of
that all the evening Lorrie?"
mo, certainly not, sharply.
Yes, it was plucky. I'm glad you
have changed your mind about Lore
Kendale."
Changed my mind! What do yor
mean? Oh | hate him just as much
as ever, if that is what you meant"
For person who hates another
you have been in pretty close com
partnership with that other all day
Lorrie."
Have /? | didn't notice. Well, he
was the pleasantest person in the
party, you see. l suppose you'll ad
nit that you can dislike anyone, anG
yet do justice to their agreeable
ness"
9TH admit anything, if you'll only
come to bed" says Greta.,
"Greta, you are the most pusillann
Gus creature in creation and your
yawns are appalling. Go to bed be
fore I'm swallowed bodily. I'm going
to wait for Jack"
DO you know what l was thinking
today, dear?" she says.
Cant say. What you will do wher
the quarters bills come in, l dare
say"
Il was thinking what a capita
match Lord Kendale and Diana Mel
ford would make"
Lorrie swings around and pokes the
fire before answering and then she
only says:
Indeed"
res. She seems just the mattel
for him. They say contrasts are
good in matrimony, and they would bt
such perfect ones She would make {
capital balance to him; he is so wilt
and headstrong, and she is so calm
and-sensible. Besides, there is the
money. Papa says the Latchams arr
terribly poor and if Lord Kendalt
married Diana there would be plent,
Of money, you see. think it is cap
ital idea."
do your" says Lorrie, smoothly
IF you thought less and held the
candle straighter it would be better
for the carpet, at any rate"
I'm almost too tired to hold it al
ALL
Lorrie sits and looks at the fire
with a sudden gravity in her dark
eyes, Gretas words ringing in hel
ears. Make good match! Does she
not know that 1t is the match Lord
Guy must make, that he is bound tc
make?
Had she forgotten it all day? Yes
she had forgotten 1t, clean forgotten
It! Why had rGeta reminded her OF
It?
she SITS looking into the fire for
half an hour, until the church clock
shakily boots out eleven from it's ivy
belfry, then she starts and walks
with a resolute and firm step toward
the bedroom candle. She lights it,
gets half way to the door, then puts
1t down and goes to the window.
The moon is shining brightly over
the lawn; every shrub stands out as
If carved in ebony.
For a second she pauses, then she
blows out the candle, catches up her
shawl and, flinging it round her head
and shoulders, goes out With a
light step She passes down the walk
and through the gate.
fae rane is like a silver thread
broken by the shadows of the over
arcning trees, and standing in the
center of the food of light she waits
and listens. Does she expect to hear
steps of one or two pairs of feet
Does she think it probable, possible,
that Lord Guy will offer to see Jack
home?
Perhaps she does, and that accounts
for the faint shadow of disappoint,
ment, the slight shade has given
place to a deep crimson, for the soil.
tary person is-not Jack, but Lord
Guy,
She turns to fly, but remembering
IN a moment he cannot fail to see
her, she stops. and, running lightly
up the bank. stands concealed in the
deep shadow of an elm trunk.
Lord Guy comes down the lane at
a smart pace. an eager. anxious, and
yet half-doubtful look on his face.
which grows gloomy and disappointed
as ne sees no one in sight.
He stops exactly opposite her am
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