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

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 II,
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 IL will be
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.
1T must be ineffably sublime. being
squashed-or is 1t squshed after a
drop OF a 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 10 the peril
he was in figuratively for her special
consideration.
the term "prig" as applied to Leslie
was a misnomer; he hated the
thought OF the other word. which re-
fiectively he rhymed with pad"
II occurred TO him early in the
course OF this oneeided discussion
that the hostess was making no eff
fort to take part In II. whether from
lack OF interest or because OF its 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 Wrandalls face, and yet
there persisted In the observers
mind the rather uncanny impression
that she did not hear word her
brotherin-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, a
haunted look in her eyes. but he put
II down to fancy on his part.
And Leslie babbled on In blissful
ignorance OF, not TO say disregard for,
this strange ghost at the feast, for
TO Booths mind. the ghost OF Challis
Wrandall was there.
Turning to Miss Castleton with
significant look in his eyes, meant 70
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 10 Wrandall
that she was aware OF the other WON
ans abstraction was not for an In.
slant to be doubted. Suddenly, after
a quick glance at Sara's face, she
looked squarely into Booths eyes, and
he saw In hers an expression OF actual
concern, II not alarm.
LBsI5 was IN riT5 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 a dazed sort OF way, as II
coming cut OF dream.
Wrandall turned scarlet. There had
been nothing In his remarks to call
for laugh, he was quite sure OF that
Flushing slightly, she murmured some
thing about having thought of an
amusing story, and begged him TO
go on, she wouldn't be rude again.
He had little zest for continuing the
subject and sullenly disposed OF IL in
a word or two.
What the devil was there to laugh
J at. Brandy?" he demanded OF his
friend after the women had left them
together on the porch few minutes
later Hetty had gone upstairs with
Mrs. Wrandall. her arm clasped tight
| ly about the older woman's waist
II dare say she was thinking about
you falling a mile or two" said Booth
PLEASANTLY.
But he was perDlgxed