The Cairo bulletin., 1914-04-10

portrait at the end Of the long liviag-
room, II must say that Brandon has
succeeded in catching that lovely little
something that makes her eo--what
shall say"--so mysterious? Ts that
what | want? The word is as elusive
as the expression"
Subtle is the word you want,
mother" said Vivian, standing beside
Leslie. tall, slim and aristocratic, her
hands behind her back, her manner
one of absolute Indifference. Vivian
was more than handsome; she was
striking.
There isn't anything subtle about
Hetty,"' said Sara, with laugh. She's
quite ingenious.
Leslie was pulling at his mustache,
and frovning slightly. The sunburn
on his nose. and forehead had begun
to peel off in chappy little fakes.
Ripping likeness, though was his
comment
ooh, perfect" said his mother
Really wonderful. 1t will make Bran
don famous"
shes so healthy-looking." said
Vivian.
English" remarked Leslie, as II
that covered everything.
Nonsense" cried the elder Mrs
Wrandall, lifting her lorgnette again
Pure, honest, unmixed blood, that's
what it is. There Is birth in that
GIRLS face"
You're always talking about birth
mother" said her son sourly, as be
turned away.
It's a good thing to have" said his
mother with conviction
TITS an easy thing TO get in Amer.
lea" said he, pulling out his cigarette
case.
1t was then that Sara prevailed upon
them to stop for luncheon. "Hetty al.
ways takes these long walks in the
morning, and she will be disappointed
II she finds you haven't waited"
"Oh. as for that" began Leslie and
stopped, but he could not have been
more lucid If he had uttered the sen.
tence in full.
why didn't you pick her up and
bring her home with your" asked Sara,
as they moved off in the direction OF
the porch
"She seemed to be taking Brandy
out for his morning exercise" said he
surlily. Far be it from me to-
Umph."
Sara repressed the start OF surprise.
She thought Hetty was alone.
she will bring him in for luncheon,
| suppose" she said carelessly, al.
though there was slight contraction
of the eyelids. He is a privileged
character
1t was long past the luncheon hour
when f5etty came in. flushed and
warm. She was alone, and she had
boon walking rapidly,
"Oh. I'm sorry TO be so late" she
apologized. darling a look Of anxiety
at Sara. We grew careless with
time Am ! shockingly late?"
She was shaking hands with Mrs
Redmond Wrandall as she spoke. Les
lie ard Vivian stood by, rieidly await
ing their turn, Neither appeared "a
be especially cordial
What Is the passing of an hour
my dear" said the old lady, ito one
who is young ard can spare it?"
81 lid not expect you'll mean tc
say. nothing was said about luncheon
was there. Sara She was in a
pretty state OF confusion,
NO said Leslie, breaking in: ave
but'ea in, that's all How are youo'
he claspet her sand and bent over Il
She was regarding him with srghtl,
dilated eyes. He mislnterpreted tn,
steady scrutiny. "Oh. It will all pee
off in a day or two" he explained, go
ing a Shade redder.
when did .yon returu7" che asked
Il thought tomorrow mas
Leslie never has any tomorrowe
Miss Csstleton." explained Vivian
He always does tomorrow's worl
today. That's why he never has an,
| troubles ahead of him"
| What roti' exclaimed Leslie.
Where is Mr.. Booth?" inquire,
! Sara. Wouldn't he come in, Hetty :!
IL didn't think to ask him (,
stop for laucheon. she replied, ant
! then hurried or &c her room &c max