River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-01-16


Egypt, don't you? Don't you think
this apartment jolly?"
The shaded lamps made pretty
light over Miss Reynier's cream-col-
ored silk founces, over the delicate
lace on her waist, over her glossy
dark hair and spirited face. AS Aleck
contemplated that face. with its eager
yet modest and womanly gaze. and the
noble outline of her figure, he thought,
with an unwonted Towering OF imagi-
nation, that she was not unlike the
Diana OF classic days. A domestic
DIANA" he added in his mind. she
may love the woods and freedom, but
she VIII always return to the hearth.
Aloud he said: IF you will permit
me, Miss Reynier, would like to In
form you at once of the immediate
object of my visit here. You must
be well aware" At this posnt MIR.
Van Camp, who, true to his nature,
was looking suuarely in the face OF
his companion, of necessity allowed
himself to be interrupted by Miss Rey-
nier's lifted hand. She was looking
beyond her visitor through the draw
ing-room door.
Mr.. Chamberlain and Mr.. Lloyd
Jones'" announced the servant.
AS Miss Reynier swept forward with
outstretched hand to greet the new
corners, Van Camp fixed his eyes on
his hostess with mingled expression
of masculine rage and submission.
! Whether he thought her too cordial
toward the other men or too cool
toward himself, was not apparent.
Presently he, too, was shaking hands
with the visitors, who were evidently
old friends of the house. Madame Rey-
nier, the aunt Of mademOiselle, was
summoned, and Van Camp was ma
rooned ma sofa with Lloyd-Jones,
who was just in from the West.
Aleck found himself listening to an
interminable talk about copper veins
and silver veins, new kind of assay
| ing instrument, and the good luck at
tendant upon the opening of Lloyd
Jones' new mine, the Liza Lu.
| Aleck was the essence of courtesy
to everything except sham, and was
able to indicate mild interest in Mr..
Lloyd-Jones' mining affairs. 1t was
sufficient Lloyd-Jones turned side
wise on his end of the soft, spread out
plump, gesticulating hands, and
poured upon him an eloquent torrent
of fact, speculation and high-spirfted
enthusiasm concerning Idaho in gen
eral and the future of the Liza Lu
in particular More than that bv and
by his cheerful, haf-impudent manner
threatened to turn poetic.
Its great, living in the open out
there" he went on, by this time in
Guiding the whole company in his ex-
ordium. you ride or tramp, or dig
rock all day; and at night you lie
down under the clear stars, thankful
for your blanket and your rock-bed
and your campfire; and more than
thankful if there's a bit Of running
water near by. It's a great life!"
| Miss Reynier listened to him with
eyes that were alternately puzzled and
appreciative. 1t, was discourse that
would have seemed to her much more
natural coming from Aleck Van
Camp; but then, Mr.. Van Camp really
did the thing-that sort of thing
and he rarely talked about it. It had
probably been Mr.. Lloyd-Jones' first
essay in the world out Of reach of his
valet and a club cocktail; and he
was consequently impressed with his
achievement. It was evident that Miss
Reynier and the amateur miner we're
on friendly terms, though Aleck had
not seen or heard of him before. He
had hobnobbed with Mr.. Chamber
lain in London and on more than one
scientific jaunt. The slightest flicker
of jealous resentment cleaned in AL
eck's eyes, but his speech was as slow
and precise as ever.
81 was just trying to convince Miss
Reynier that outdoor life has it's pc
culiar joys" he said. II was even
now suggesting that she should dig,
| though not for silver. Does Mr..
Lloyd-Jones' lucre seem more allur-
ing than my little wriggly beasts, Miss
Reynier?"
If Aleck meant this speech for a
trap to force the young woman to in
dictate a preference, the trick failed,
as it deserved to fail. Miss Reynier
was able to play waiting game.
"T couldn't endure either your mines
or your mudpuddles. You are both
absurd, and I don't understand how
| you ever get recruits for your hobbies.
But come over and see this new en-
craving, Mr.. Jones; it's an old
fashioned picture of your beloved
Rhine"
Aleck, thus liberated from Mr..
Lloyd-Jones and his mines, made his
way across the room to Madame Rey-
nier. The cunning OF old Adam was
in his eye, but otherwise he was the
picture of deferential innocence.
Madame Reynier loved Aleck, with
his inoffensive Americanisms and I'M
failing kindness; and with her
! friends she was frankness itself. With
two men in Miss Reynier's hands for
entertainment it seemed to Aleck
unlikely that either one could make
any alarming progress. Besides, ne
was glad of tete-a-tete with the chap
| erOne.
| Madame Reynier was tall, straight
woman, elderly, dressed entirely in
black, with gaunt, aristocratic fea-
lures and great directness of speech.
She had the fine kind of hauteur which
forbids persons of this type ever to
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