Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-09-22
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II did," repeated her mother, with flashing
eye, "and then went back to New York, 30 az
to be there to get the first boat. made up my
mind that never again would let anything
separate me from father. am going back to
him now, and hope you children will under.
stand and be pleasant about it, because" and
she clenched her gray gloved hand, "because
! am going right straight back to him.
don't care what you say"
"Bravo" said Pat, and he kissed her. "lll
arrange it for yOu--luncheon first"
CHAPTER xXX1L
The visit of the reunited Forbeses began
much as other visits must, whether of parents
in-law or casual acquaintance. They were
shown the glories and the curiosites Of Glen.
dairc. They were driven to points of interest
in the neighbOrhood. They made the acquaint.
ance of the dozen athletic young men and WON.
en-, who came to play tennis or croquet, to
drink tea or to flirt in the gardens.
These young people delighted Mrs. Forbes,
and they in turn were delighted with her. She
oficiated at the tea table till the weary con.
testants came to her for refreshment and then
she would sit in bevy Of these light hearted
youngsters and listen to their nonsense. She
belonged to folk lore society in Connecticut
and thought to improve the shining hour-the
very shining hourly gathering Irish folk
tales, and her new young friends supplied her
Her chief informant was a red haired Young
subaltern from regiment stationed near
Glendaire. He had great gift for narration
and an utter contempt for facts.
Now the banshee, Mrs. Forbes" said he one
day when the heat had stopped all but the most
enthusiastic tennis players. 81 wonder If you
quite understand the power of the Irish ban.
shee."
Dorothy from her long chair near her mother
threw threatening eye upon him, and he re-
turned 1T with most unregenerate one.
The banshec," he went on pleasantly "howls
by night, never by day It's a mixture of vult.
ure, a woman, a little parsley sauce on it's hair
and"---
Dot sat up and glared at him.
II withdraw the parsley sauce 1t bays like
dog. 1t bowls like a wolf and it always
means DEATH"
Death" repeated Mrs Forbes in dismay.
DEATH" he answered. "If one of those
things, and they're common enough should
come crying round your chimneys some night
the whole lot of you would find yourselves
dead in the morning. When you are writing
your notes on the banshee put it down as a
bird to be avoided"
II will promised Mrs. Forbes
"Would you like me to tell YOU" young Har.
rngton went on, "about the ghosts and the
legends and the horrors that belong to this
house, aye. this very house in which We live
SO thoughtlessIy"
Again Dot warned him, this time with up
lifted finger
"Nay, nay, your Ladyship,' he answered
obediently, Il don't intend to do it now. |
have no wish to east gloom over yon nno-
cent prattlers,' and he pointed with his tea
spoon at John Gresham and Renira Ban
bridge, who a a little distance from the others
were sitting in moody silence, which seemed
now to be their normal state. :
John favored the man of war with glar(
which might have blghted less confidel
spirit, but young Harrington went serenely
of Mrs Forbes will meet me ia the Fa
Dell tonight between three l shall tale
fold"--
"You ridiculous YOUTH said Dorothy, w
do you mean by between three"
81 don't know" said Harrington. "'Tis
hour of tryst. There are a great many m
unpleasant stories connected with this car
than any of you know about"
Mrs. Forbes enjoyed herself so thorough
that when the last of the guests had gone 81
forgot her custom of silence and turned to a1
dress John Gresham.
81 don't know when l have had such a per
feet day. said she, "and never felt more at
home in my life, even at The House."
"Yon fatter u.s. said Gresham.
1t was manifestly impossible in the presence
of Mrs. Forbes geniality for John to maintain
his role of host. Mrs. Forbes made herself
his hostess, watched for his comfort, gave him
little talks on health and iannes and earned
an enmity only less vindictive than that which
John accorded the young Countess. Both she
and her husband regarded him with acute pity,
and when they met Renira and realized her
tragedy they mothered and fathered and
petted her as they did every sick or sorrowfu
fellow creature.
"When we go on our travels" Mrs. Forbes
would say, in her comfortable CHEEKY voice,
"well take you with us. Our own little girl
can't very well come with us, but there was
always a girl in our plans and Pm sure your
mother would be willing to lend you to us"