Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1914-06-05


and a peeled elbow"
Watch out you're not flying like
an angel before you get through with
it, Les" cautioned the painter. 81 see
that a well-known society leader in
Chicago was killed yesterday"
"Oh, love the danger there is in
It," said Wrandall carelessly. That's
what gives zest to the sport"
Il love 1t, too" said Hetty, her eyes
agleam. THE glorious feel of the
wind as you rush through It! And
yet one seems to be standing perfect
ly still in the air when one is half
mile high and going fifty miles an
hour. Oh, it is wonderful. Mr.. Wran-
DALI"
''I'll take you out In a week or two,
Miss Castleton, If you'll trust your
self with me-"
II will CO." she announced promptly
Booth frowned Better wait q
Bit" he counseled. risky business,
Miss Castleton, flying about with
hedgelings."
"Oh, come now!" expostulated
Wrandall with some heat Don't be
a wet blanket, old man."
Il was merely suggesting she'd bet
ter wait till you've got used to your
wings"
Jimmy Van Wickle took his wife
with him the third time up" said Les
lie, as If that were the last word in
aeroplaning.
tits common report that she keeps
Jimmy level, no matter where she's
got him." retorted Booth.
81 dare say Miss Castleton can
hold me level" said Leslie, with pro-
found bow to her. Cant you, Miss
| Castleton?"
She smiled. "Oh, as for that, Mr..
| Wrandall, think we can all trust you
to cling pretty closely to your own
level"
Rather ambiguous, that" he re-
marked obviously.
She means you never get below 1t,
Leslie" said Booth. enjoying himself.
That's the one great principle In
aeroplaning," said Wrandall, quick to
recover. "Vivian says I'll break my
neck some day, but admits 1t will be
a heroic way of doing it. Much nobler
than pitching out Of an automobile or
catapulting over a horses head in
Central park" He paused for effect
before venturing his next conclusion.
ut must be ineffably sublime, being
squashed-or is 1t ed?-after a
drop Of mile or so, isn't it?"
He looked to see Miss Castleton
vince, and was somewhat dashed to
find that she was looking out of the
window, quite oblivious to the peril
he was in figuratively for her special
consideration.
Booth was acutely reminded that
the term "prig" as applied to Leslie
was misnomer; he hated the
thought Of the other word, which re-
fectively he rhymed with pad"
1t occurred to him early in the
course of this one-sided discussion
that the hostess was making no ef-
fort to take part in it, whether from
lack of interest or because of it's friv.
olous nature he was, of course un.
able to determine. Later, he was
struck by the curious pallor of her
face, and the lack-luster expression
of her eyes. She seldom removed her
gaze from Wrandall's face, and yet
there persisted in the observers
mind the rather uncanny impression
that she did not hear word her
brother-in-law was saying. He, in
turn, took to watching her covertly
At no time did her expression change
For reasons of his own, he did not
attempt to draw her into the CONVEX
sation, fascinated as he was by the
study of that beautiful, emotionless
face. Once he had the queer sensa
ton of feeling, rather than seeing, 6
haunted look in her eyes, but he put
1t down to fancy on his part.
And Leslie babbled on in blissfu
ignorance Of, not to say disregard for
this strange ghost ct the feast, for
to Booths mind, the ghost of Challis
Wrandall was there.
Turning to Miss Castleton with 6
significant look in his eyes, meant to
to call her attention to Mrs Wrandall
he was amazed to find that every yes
tige of color had gone from the girls
face. She was listening to Wrandal
and replying in monosyllables, but
that she was aware of the other WON
ans abstraction was not for an in
slant to be doubted. Suddenly, after
quick glance at Sara's face, she
looked squarely into Booths eyes, ant
he saw in hers an expression of actua
concern, If not alarm.
Leslie was In the middle Of a sen
tence when Sara laughed aloud, with
out excuse or reason. The next in
slant she was looking from one to the
other In dazed sort Of way, as Il
coming out Of dream.
Wrandall turned scarlet. There hat
been nothing in his remarks to cal
for laugh, he was quite sure of that
Flushing slightly, she murmured some
thing about having thought of ar
amusing story, and begged him tC
go on. she wouldn't be rude again.
He had little zest for continuing the
subject and sullenly disposed OF 1t ii
word or two.