The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-04-25

edly cross about II.
Another. hour passed. His heels
were quite cool by this time. but his
blood was boiling. This was a deuce
OF way to treat a fellow who had
gone to the trouble to come all the
way out In stuffy train, by Jove. II
was! With considerable asperity he
rang for a servant and commanded
him TO fetch time table, and TO be
quick about II, as there might be a
train leaving before he could get back
II II took him as long TO find II as
II took other people to remember their
obligations! His sarcasm failed to
impress Murray. vto said he thought
there was schedule In Mrs. Wran-
dall's room. and he'd get II as soon
as the way was clear. II Mr.. Wrandall
didn't mind waiting.
IF minded waiting" snapped Les
lie, Il wouldn't be here now"
AS the footman was leaving. Sara's
automobile whirled up to the porte
cochere
Who is going out Murray" he
called in surprise.
Miss Castleton. sir. For the air.
sir"
The deuce you sayi" gasped the
harassed Mr.. Wrandall. IL was a
pretty kettle OF fish,
Hetty appeared a few minutes later,
attired for motoring.
"Oh, there you are" she said, espy-
ing him. Il am going for a spin.
Want to come along?"
He swallowed hard. The ends OF
his mustache described a pair Of alb
solutely horizontal exclamation
points. IF you don't mind being en-
numbered" he remarked sourly.
II don't in the least mind" said she
sweetly.
Where are you going?" he asked
without much enthusiasm. He wasn't
TO be caught appearing eager, not he.
Besides. IL wasn't anything to be flip
pant about.
"Yonder." she said. with liberal
sweep OF her arm, taking in the whole
landscape. And be home In time to
dress for dinner" she added, as IL TO
relieve his mind.
Good Lord!" he groaned, do we
have to eat again."
I'VE have to dress for II, at least"
she replied.
"I1l co." he exclaimed. and ambled
on TO secure cap and coat.
Sara has planned for a run 10
Lenox tomorrow II II doesn't rain"
she informed him on his return.
"Oh." he said. staring. Booth gets
a day on on the portrait. then"
Being Sunday" she smiled. I'VE
knock of on Sundays and bank holi-
days. But. after all. he doesn't really
get holiday. He is to go with us,
poor fellow"
He looked as though he expected
nothing. He could only sit back and
wonder why the deuce Sara meant by
behaving like this.
They returned at seven Dinner
was unusually merry. Sara appeared
TO have recovered from her indispo-
sition; there was color in her cheeks
and life in her smile. He took II TO
be an omen OF good fortune, and was
UNNECESSARILY confident. The soft,
cool breezes OF the starlit night blew
visions OF impending happiness across
his lively imagination; famed his i'm
patience with gentle ardor; filed him
with suppressed signs OF contentment,
and made him willing to forego the
delight OF conquest that he might live
the longer in serene anticipation OF
its thrills.
Ten o'clock came. He arose and
stretched himself in sort OF ecstasy.
His heart was humping loudly, his
senses swan. Walking to the veran-
dab rail he looked out across the
moonlit sound. then down at the Sc
lected nook over against the garden
wall-spot to be immortalizedl-and
actually shivered. In ten minutes
time, or even less, she would be down
there in his armsl Exquisite medita-
tionsl
He turned TO her with an engaging
smile. in which she might have dis
cerned a prophecy. and asked her to