The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-24
CHAPTER Nv.
An Accident i'm the Glen.

An Accident in the Glen.
There was a great deal of chat
tering going ON round the tea
table in the hall as they entered
SO much so that the late-com-
ers passed in almost unnoticed.
Captain de Burgh was one of the
few who did notice and followed
her to the bow-window where she
had sat the previous afternoon.
Il hope you have come to ask
me If | want some tea" Eae said.
i do! Please may | have 1t
here?s
q She had dismissed Jock, on en-
tertng, with a smile.
4 hope you had pleasant
walk home" said Beauty. He sat
down at the table which he had
drawn beside her chair, and placed
his cup on it, close to hers.
Very" and Angela changed
the conversation by drawing his
attention to a portrait on the wall
opposite. +
What a lovely pieturei" she
said. Isn't she a beauty?"
= Yes, she is a beauty" said
Captain de Burgh. 'sOne of Baw-
bee Jocks great-great-grand-
mothers, | suppose.
Angela was studying the por-
trait attentively.
1T would make a lovely sub
jeet for a tableau," she remarked.
An idea struck her. why should
We not get up tableaux this even
ing? | heard someone saying
that the people who came over
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Dolly will want some amusement
for them"
you won't find men wanting
| to dress up for tableaux after
days grouse-driving," said
Beauty.
But. I want to dress up my
self" retorted Angela. Those
who don't want to, can look on.
And SO 1t came about that Dolly
was consulted and Jock produced
| the keys to a certain strong
room on the top floor that was al
ways reserved when Glenmoira
was let.
Jock took no share In the
| tableaux after dinner that night.
He sat in the shadow of a cur
! tain, and watched for one picture
alone. 1t came at last, and he
did not grudge the waiting. The
dream of his childhood had come
true; the painted canvas had
| come to life.
He sat with downcast eyes
after the curtain had fallen for
the last time. He felt a hand on
| his shoulder, and. looking up,
saw his old friend Colonel Grant,
| one of the dinner guests after the
grouse drive, standing beside him.
| I'D have liked your father to
have seen that, Jock. my boy.
think he would have thought she
was In her right place, eh?"
Jock did not trust himself to
| speak. The hand rested on his
shoulder for a moment, and there
was a suspicion of moisture In the
| colonel's eyes as he passed on.
Poor laddie!" he murmured to
himself, hes taking Il badly.
She's as pretty as a summer 8
morning, and Highland blood's
hot"
Jock left the following morn
ling, and he said goodby to Angela
lbefore a great many people.
Angela found the morning pass
| ing quickly. After lunch she ex-
Dlored the old-fashioned walled
garden, and made friends with
| the gardener. He was very High
land, and spoke English with the
same sing-song drawl as old
Donald.
He presented her with n bou-
auet, which she accepted with one
of her radiant smiles. and his
heart passed for ever into her
keeping.
u She found a bench at the top of
the garden, where she sat down
land was enjoying herself. when
her reveries we're broken In upon
BY Captain de Burgh.
Beauty arrived ct q most un-
fortunate moment for himself
He lost his head, and rushed
b1indly on his fate.
Looking at her watch, she rose
hastily. It was past four o'clock.
After the unpleasant scene she
had just passed through with
Beauty de Burgh she did not wish
to 20 back to the house and meet
him, and II she remained where
she was. someone else might find
her. The thought hurried her
away IN the opposite directicn|
from the house.
She found = nnta which fuok