The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-01-25

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was her own mistress and
IL privileged to ride as often as
she pleased, but 1t seemed rather odd
although splendidly decorous-that she
did not venture upon Mr.. Shaws es-
tate for more than week after her
first encounter with the feudal baron.
II she found a peculiarly feminine sat.
lsfaction In specializing on his disap-
pointment, 1t Is not to be wondered at.
Womanly insight told her that Ran.
dolph Shaw rode forth each day and
watched with hawklike vigilance for
the promised trespasser. In her imag.
ination she could almost hear him
curse the luck that was helping her to
evade the patrol.
One morning after rain she rode
with the duke to the spot where Shaw
had drawn his line in the road. She
felt thrill Of something she could not
define on discovering that the wet soil
on the opposite side of the line was
disfigured by mass of fresh hoof
prints. She rejolced to find that his
vigil was incessant and worthy of the
respect It imposed. The desire to visit
the haunted house was growing more
and more irresistible. but she turned
1t aside with all the relentless per.
verseness Of woman who feels It
worth while to procrastinate.
Truth to tell, Randolph Shaw was 60.
Ing hollow eyed and faint in his
ceaseless, racking watch for trespass.
ers.
Penelope laughed aloud as she gazed
upon the tangle Of hoof prints. The
duke looked as surprised as 1t was
possible for him to look after the wear
Of the past night.
"Hang it ALL Penelope" he said. 81
didn't say anything, don't you know"
II was just thinking" she said hasti-
ly, what fun it would be for us to ex-
plore the haunted house."
"Oh, ! say, Pen, that's going out of
the way for little fun. isn't it? My
word. it's filthy old house with rats
and mice and all that-no place for
ghost, much less n nice little human
being like you. They're all like that"
81 think you are afraid to CO." said
she.
afraid of ghostsI Pshawr' shifted
the duke, sticking out his chest
Yes. Shaw: that's whom you're
afraid Of
"Now, see here, Pen. you shouldn't
say that Shaw's n d.. Il cad. See
what Cecil did to him. Remember
that? Well. pooh! What would | do
to him?" Penelope looked him over
critically.
"I'll admit that you're larger and
younger than Cecil" she confessed
grudgingly. But they say Mr.. SHAY
Is a giant killer" The duke dropped
his monocle and Guffa wed loudly.
"Goodr' he cried In the ecstasy OF
pride His worn, dissipated face light.
ed up with unwonted interest. II say,
Pen. that's the incest thing you've said
to me In II week. You've been so
deuced cold Of late. | don't under.
stand. I'm not such n bad lot. yon
know"
"Tell that to Mrs. De peyton and
Mrs. Corwith They're looking for the
EOOu III everything.
"By Jove. believe you're jealous.
This Is the proudest moment Of my
hfe."
Don't be silly! And don't try to
make love TO me any more. Wait I'M
III I'm married" she added, with II
laugh, the irony of which escaped him
"But, hang it all, suppose you
should marry some one else and not
meY'
That's what mean"
"Oh." he said. perpleXed, Then. ms
II his stupidity called for an explana
ton: II had bcnstly night. Didn't 60
to bed till 4 But, say. Why cant
have the same privilege as these othe
chaps? Corwith makes love to yo
and so does Odwell, and, hang II
they're both married. It's rotten meal
Of
Their wives are accountable 70
their manners. not !. But. come: wi
you go to Renwood's with meT'
I'D rather talk to you In that mic
little corner of the billiard room Il
home IL you
"But don't need brandy and sodi
OH" This exclamation came with til
discovery of an approaching horsemaI
Its Mr.. Shaw, I'm sure"
Randolph Shaw, loyal to his feudi
promise, appeared in the road coupl
OF hundred yards away. He drew rel
and from that distance surveyed m
two who were so near to encroachin
upon his preserves, He sat straigf
and forbidding In the saddle. For
full minute the two factions stared
each other. Then, without n sign @
recognition. Shaw turned and rode raj
idly away.
HE rides like a gentleman" con
mented Miss Drake, after reflection.
Indian blood In him." remarked he
companion.
''Let us go home" said she. whirlin
her horse like a fash. The duke In
some difficulty In keeping abreast {
her during the ride, and he lost sigl
Of her altogethe. after they dismoun
ed at Bazelhurst villa
The momentary plimDse of rel