The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1910-08-19

| now and again of the tagging Clara or
Harry she could nevertheless keep a
sly eye on the strangers equal prog
ress. The flash of jet, and the volu-
BILE, substantial shoulders of the lady
so profusely introducing him, were an
assurance of how that pilgrimage
would terminate, since it was Ella
Butler who was paradng him. she
even wondered before which Of the
florid pictures at the far, other end OF
the room, as before a shrine, the cere-
mony would take place.
She kept her eyes fixed on the
paintings before her, and as she
moved down from one to another, and
the voices of the approaching group
drew nearer, one separated itself from
the general murmur, so clear, so res
onantly carried, so clean-cllpped OH
the tongue, that it stood out in sylla-
bles on the blur of sound which was
Ella Buffers conversation. 1t mad
color, that voice; it had quality so
sharp, so individual that 1t touched
her with a mischievous wonder that
he dared speak so differently from all
the world about him. Then, six pic
lures away, she heard her own name.
why, Flora Gilsey!" 1t was Elias
husky, boyish note. "I've been look
ing for you all the evening! How
d'y'do, Harry?" She waved her hand
at him. why, how d'y'do, Mrs. Brit
ton? l wouldn't let papa go to sup
per until I'd found you. Papa said,
wait; Flora and Harry will be here
Besides" she had quite reached
Flora's side by this time and commu-
nicated it in an impressive whisper, Il
want you to meet my Englishman."
She looked over her shoulder, and
largely beckoned to where the blunt
and ford Butler and his companion,
with their backs to what they were
supposed to be looking at, were ex-
changing an anecdote of infinite
amusement.
Buffers expression came around,
slowly to his daughters reckoning
hand, but the Englishman's face
seemed to flash at the instant from
what he was enjoying to what was
expected of him. In the flourish of In
Productions, across and across, Flora
found herself thinking the reality less
extraordinary than she had at first
supposed. Now that Mr.. Kerr was
fairly before her, presented to her,
and taking her in with the same lively,
impersonal interest with which he
took in the whole room, "as it," she
put it veXedly to herself, Il were
specimen poked at him on the end of
a pin," it stirred in her vague re-
sentiment; and involuntarily she held
him up to Harry. The comparison
showed him little worn, little bat
tered, little too perfunctory in man.
ner; but his genial eyes, deep under
threatening brows, made Harry's eyes
seem to stare rather coldly; and the
fine form of his long, plain face, and
the sensitive line of his long, thin lips
made Harrys beauty look-well, how
did it look? Hardly callous.
This mixed impression the two men
gave her was disconcerting She was
all the more ready, to be wary of the
stranger She had begun with him in
the way she did with every one-in-
stinctively throwing out breastwork
of conversation from behind which
she could observe the enemy. But
though he had blinked at it, he had
not taken her up, nor helped her out;
but had merely stood with his head
little canted forward, as if he watched
her through her defenses.