Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-12-12


II don't say that" resumed the self
confident girl; "but you see, it isn't
quite right. Look, just here-the
turn Of the head"
Again there was a jovial light in
the strangers smile. would you put
it right for me?"
Lady Diana caught the bride of
her horse and strode toward the
stables.
Come along, then" she said imper-
sonally, land We'll see what we can
do"
In the level bit of ground before
the stables she was greeted kindly
and affectionately by hurrying stable
men.
Take my horse. one Of you, will
you? And some one bring out Dido,'
she ordered in tone that seemed gra-
cious enough to the English grooms
about her, but which would have jar
red upon even an American waiter.
| A kennel man carried out the hound
in his arms and deposited her near
Lady Diana. With the sketchbook on
her knee she indicated with her rid
ing crop Dido.
Can you manage to hold her?"
she asked.
The stranger, taking the hound,
seated himself on the corner Of the
stone bridge that spanned a little
stream and was link in the high
way that ran by the stables.
"How's that?" he asked.
Just a little more round" she re-
turned, so, that's capital" then
busted herself with her pencil.
do you exhibit" she asked. turn
ing upon him for a second an obli-
que look, than another upon the draw
ing.
Very little" he said. with marked
hesitation.
"whose-whose name am 1 to look
for?" she inquired. trace of per-
sonal kindness in her glance.
I'D rather not give my name until
I've done more for my reputation
he said a trifie awkwardly and in
some concern.
"Oh, as you like" she said. Then,
holding out the sketch toward him,
she went on, There. look; how's
that?"
| by Jove, it's splendid! What mag
ic you can work with just touch or
two" he exclaimed.
She made him little bow, with
something not hostile in it, and began
quickly to turn the pages Of the book.
"Oh, you paint landscapes, too she
said, land they're very good too!
That's a delicious little Bit and that's
the spinny where we killed last fall
and / got the brush. And. oh. the
old half fortress-half tower sort or
place! 1t looks as though it might
be-
She was looking toward the seat OF
the last Earl Of Brancaster in the dis
tance, dimly visible up the glen.
1.-The Rievers!" the stranger finish
/ Gu llSl SCAlChSO. - 49, ~~~~'
ever been there?"
Nobody about here goes" returned
Lady Diana. you see, it belongs to
Lord Brancaster, and he hardly ever
visits it, though I've heard he's here
now. Did he give you permission to
sketch it?"
| The stranger nodded.
| II shouldn't have thought he would
have had much sympathy with artists
or art" she said.
| why not?" he asked, his glance
for the moment falling.
"Hs tastes are NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
Gus. I'm afraid he's rathr a byword
about here. Even the country peo-
pie call him the wicked earl.
And because a lot Of yoke)s give
man an odious nickname" he said
tersely, you judge him unheard.
What do you know Of him."
Nothing, thanks" said Lady Di-
ana.
isn't it bit rough on him to be-
llieve-on mere hersay?" asked the
artist.
II don't, but my grandfather, who
has a kind word for every one, says
that his grandfather was a soldier, his
father a soldier and a gentleman, but
he hopes the son will never darken his
doors. And all the world says he
fritters away his life and is fiinging
away his fortune"
The stranger smiled with sense of
pain reflected in his face.
What the world says is often mall
ice," he said, going to the rescue of
Lord Brancaster, but I'm sorry to
hear what Lord Beverley said No
body's all bad. Perhaps it's because
Lord Beverley doesn't know him that
he thinks so i'll of him. Pehaps If you
knew him you might find-some lit
tie good
I'm sure 1 hope so,' said Lady Di-
ana.
But the stranger continued:
I'm sure he'd hope SO. If he has
played havoc with his life mayn't he
repent of his folly? Perhaps in a sense
he never had a chance-perhaps he
never had a father or mother in his
youth to direct him-and perhaps he'll
turn out all right now. Perhaps no
good woman
A softly insidious voice thrust itself
into the intimacy that seemed about
to begin between these two young
people.
"Oh, there you are" it said.
(To be Continued.)
815'A daily bath, a rough towel and
an hours walk in the open, will take