Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-05-18

i, nise the nrst symptoms Of jealousy on
the part Of her brother-in-law. The
new idol Of the Wrandalls was in love,
selnshly, insunerably In love as things
went with all the Wrandalls. They
hated selnshly. and % they loved. Her
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead. long live the
king! Leslie had put on the family
Crown little jauntily. perhaps
cooked over the eye q bit, 90 to speak
but 1t was there Just the same, an
noyingly plain to view.
Sara had tried to like him. He had
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet. be-
meath his genial allegiance, she could
detect the air Of condensation, the
bland attitude Of superior who de-
that It gratif1es Nero. She experienced
a thrill Of malicious Joy in contemplat-
ing the fall Of Nero. He would bring
down hie house about his head, and
there would DO no Rome to pay the
fiddler.
Brandon Booth took q small cottage
on the upper road, half way between
the village and the home Of Sara
Wrandall. and not far from tho alb.
horred back gate" that swung in the
teeth of her connections by marriage.
He set up his esta blishment in half q
day and, being settled, betook himself
of to dine with Sara and Hetty. All
his household cares, like the world,
rested snugly on the shoulders of an
Atlas named Pat, than whom there
was no more faithful servitor in all
tho earth, nor in the heavens, for that
matter, II We are to accept his own
estimate Of himself. In any event, he
was q treasure. Booths house was al
ways in order. Try 40 he would. he
couldn't get It out of order. Pats wife
saw to that.
As he swung jauntily down the tree
lined road that led to Sara's portals.
Booth was full Of tho Joy Of living.
Sara was at the bottom Of the ter
race, moving among tho flower beds in
the formal garden.
At the sound Of his footsteps on the
gravel, Sara looked up and instantly
smiled her welcome
1T 10 30 nice to see you again" she
said, giving him her hand.
my hearts in the highlands" he
quoted, waving vague tribute to the
heavens. And it's nice Of you to see
me-" he added gracefully. Then he
pointed up the terrace. isn't she =
picture? Cad, its lovely-the whole
effect. That picture against the sky"
He stopped short, and the sentence
was never finished. although she wait.
ed for him to complete 1t before re-
marking:
"Her heart is not in the highlands"
wrong"
''Oh. no." she said, still smiling;
nothing like that. Her heart 10 In
the lowlands. You would consider
Washington square to be in tho low.
lands. wouldn't you?"
"Oh. l see." he said slowly. you
mean she's thinking Of Leslie
my part, that's all. She may be think.
Ing OF you, Mr.. 60otn.
"Or some chap in old England, that's
moro like it," he retorted. "she can't
be thinking of me, you know. No one
ever thinks Of me when I'm out OF
view. Out Of sight, out Of mind. No;
she's thinking Of something = long
way off-or some one, II you choose to
have it that way
She smiled upon him with half
closed. shadowy eyes. and shook her
head. Then she arose.
Let 10 go in. Hetty 10 eager TO see
you again"
They started up the terrace. HE
face clouded.
II have had q feeling Ill along that
she'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs.. Wrandall A queer sort
Of feeling that she doesn't just like the
idea Of being put on canvas"
Nonsense" she said. without look.
ing at him.
Hetty met them at the top Of the
steps. the electric porch lights had
Just been turned on by the butler. The
girl stood in tho path Of the light.
Booth was never to forget the lowell
ness Of her In that moment He car
ried tho image with him on the long
walk home through the black night.
(I1e declined sara's offer to send him
over in the car for the very reason
that he wanted tho half-hour Of soil
tuds in which To eonoeatrate Ill the
Impressions she had made on his
fancy.)
The three Of them stood there for Q
few minutes. awaiting the buffers IN.
nouneement. 6ara's arm was about
Hetty's shoulders. He was % taken
up with the picture they presented
that he scarcely heard their light chat.
ter. They were types Of loneliness 20
full Of contrast that he marvolod ct
the power Of nature to create women
in the same mold and yet TO model %
differently.
A. they entered the vestibule, .
servant came up with the word that
Miss Castleton was wanted ct the
telephone. long distance from New
York"
Tho girl stopped in her tracks.
Booth looked 1t her In mild surprise,
q condition which gave way an instant
later to psrplsxity. The look OF an
noyance In her eyes could not be dis
guised or mistaken.
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