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

There is, indeed, plenty of laugh
ter all round, and Seymour Melford's
soft, pleased laugh is as frequent az
anyone's. But there. Is strange gilt
ter in his eyes as they rest upon
Lorrie and Lord Guy, who are seat
cd opposite him.
The game mas gone against him up
to the present; the girl he loves with
the intense passion of nature self.
willed and determined has scarcely
spoken half dozen words to him, has
seemed almost unconscious of his
presence, has no eyes nor ears, appai-
emily, for anyone but his rival. Yes, UP
TO the present Lord Guy is winning
all along the line. But the future?
If Lorrie is not happy, most Gel.
every limb, but he has won some
thing like thousand pounds, and
Lorrie no longer snubs him, but list
ems to his utmost whispered speeches
and is generally good to him.
Lunch is over at last and the party
returns to the race course. But no
body cares for the races now, except
the betting men, who are still shout
ing and gesticulating, and the gen
try" break up into groups of two or
three and stand about among the
shows and cocoanut 'shies," under
the impression that they are seeing
little low life"
Lord Guy has been compelled to at
tend at the stewards tent for some
time, but he is back again now by
Lorrie's side, steering her through
the crowd, which every now and then
gives him a cheer of recognition
II never enjoyed a triumphal
march before says Lorrie, mis-
chievously. 1t is rather nice than
otherwise; but think you might
raise your hat now and again; or how
would it be to mount one of those
empty barrels and make them a
speech, commencing with Romans!
Countrymen! Friends! What does be-
ing hero feel like, Lord Kendale?'
CHAT away he says. II don't
know what being hero feels like, be-
cause it isn't in my line; but know
this is the jollfest, the happiest day
I've spent since / was in long
clothes!"
You see, you've won so much
money she says, demureiy.
Eyes, thank goodness; but it isn't
that altogether; it's"
The champagne? Well, whatever
it is, it is nearly over, isn't it," and
half unconsciously she stiles a sigh.
Il can see your grooms putting the
horses to the drag. We shall soon be
home, and Carshal races will repre-
sent memory and SO many pairs of
gloves"
Never mind-there will be the
memory, as you say. AS long as /
live
Miss Dolores, your sister sent me
in search OF you and Lord Kendale.
The horses are ready to start"
When they reached the drag they
lind that they have taken their seats,
leaving the box for Lorrie; but full
of happiness and delight as she is,
she is too conscientious to be selfish,
and when Lord Guy stands with out
stretched hands and says, as mat
ter of course, Come on, Miss Do
Iores,'' she shakes her head.
I'm going to ride inside this jour
ney; Mill Melford shall occupy the
perilous post this time!"
He cannot say, she shall mott" but
the affectatiOn of pleasure with
which he helps Diana to mount to the
lofty perch is so thin that it pro-
duees faint smile at the corner of
Lorrie's mouth.
somehow, the drive homeward does
not seem half so pleasant and anus
ing to Lorrie as the drive out. Mr..
Seymour is seated next to her, and
his soft dulcet voice murmurs in her
ear; but Lorrie does not seem to be
paying very keen attention, for her
Il beg your pardon!" What did you
say" is heard occasionally by the
rest, and once she puts her hand tG
her lips 20 hide an unmistakeable
yawn
when lord Guy pulls up at the rec.
tory gate he looks back into the body
of the drag, and there is distinct
expression of complaint in his eyes
as they rest upon Lorrie.
Don't get out, Jack" he says. You
have got to dine with me, you know.
Have your things pitched in here and
dress up at the barracks"
Want your things, Jack? I'll &c,
them for YOU
Jack stares at her, then bursts into
laugh.
The worlds turning upside down.
Fancy Lorrie offering to make her,
self useful"
She not only offers, but performs,
for in few minutes the neat servanr
comes out with the portemanreau, and
the reformed Lorrie walks behind her.
i expect you'll find I've forgotten
one shoe, or your collar or something.
nut II won't matter, will it, Lord
kendalee A little variety in a gentle
mans evening after will be G. -,
comet"
rs looks down 2t her wistfully. #
II We're not for the wretched party at
me barracks he thinks. they might
ask him TO dinner at the rectory. and
ne glances at the house as if he were
Peri surveying lost Paradise
Don't be late. Jack; and don't let
him smoke too much, please, Lord
hendale. Tobacco is SO very bad for
BOYS who have not done growing. And.