The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1916-08-17
Realty What pityr' he said with
mock sympathy.
cHAPTER ".
Gathering storm.c Clouds.

And then Sir George Wagstaff joine,
them, with his trusted butler, Brew
ster, In his wake, bearing muffil
tray.
Ethel went gayly to meet her benc
factor. AT least, her manner wa,
bllthesome: but her heart was leaden
"Hello. Sir Georgew she said.
Hello. Ethelp' They were good
pals-those two. The daughter Of one
of his oldest and dearest friends
Ethel had always occupied a 0iche
all her own In Sir Georges affections
Sir George was not Of the big type
of Englishman. He was. on the con-
trary, not much over the height OF
Ethel herself. But he was undeniably
impressive, with his keen, gray eyes,
his fast-whitening hair, and his ex-
quisite manners. And despite the
punctilious poIiteness that Sir George
displayed to everybody. there was
something in his bearing that warned
one that he was no person to tribe
with.
81 Just dropped in for few min
utes because I'd promised to come to
your tea, Ethel; and try never to
break my word to so charming o
lady"
She made pretty curtsy.
"Thank you, Sir George"
"For you, at the admiralty. these
must be troublous timesY Streetman
ventured.
"Rather busy, yes! was Sir Georges
somewhat short answer. He was al
ways ready, when at leisure. to enter
upon discussion of any topic-ex-
cept such as touched upon his high
Office. And there he was exceedingly
touchy.
"You think, then. there will be war
between Russia and Germany"
asked him eagerly. He
could not do otherwise than ignore
Sir Georges slightly frigid reply to
his previous question. If he felt any
he trusted to be able to
pay off the score in his own way, later.
Sir George lifted his eyebrows ever
80 slightly as ne glanced at EthePs
caller.
'"That. sir. ia matter should pre-.
Fer not to discuss. he replied.
Pardon me, sir, but as loyal Eng.
ishman / am naturally interested"
And then Ethel stationed herself be-
lind the tea table.
Come! Let's talk Of peace and |
ca" she said. 1t made her feel guilty |
o sit there and hear Streetman try to
Try information out of Sir George be-
leath his owR roof And it seemed
hat the least she could do to repay
i'm for his many kindnesses was to
'rotect him as best she might from
'treetman's interchangeable curiosity.
They had no sooner taken their cups
rom her when Georgy Wagstaff burst
nto the ROOM.
"Hello, everybody" she greeted
hem. "Here's Guy and his mother"
lose behind her followed Mrs. Ste
hen E-lconer and her good looking SON.
Tho was. as everybody knew, more
han devoted to Sir George Wagstaff's
ivacious daughter. "We'd have been
ere earlier" GeoFgy explained. "but
[rs. Falconer a.sd~ Guy had gone to
matinee"
"Silly shown the blase Guy added
i a bored drawl. 'The eternal tri-
ngle or some such nonsensew
every tiresome!' his mother agreed.
And so noisy! Full of shots and
mostly about some poor
feature who'd sinned and repented."
That's the sort of play disap-
rove of. particularly for my daugh-
r." Sir George commented from his
ace on the settee. II am glad.
eorgy, that you were not there"
"Oh, l saw it last week." said
eorgy with mischievous satisfaction.
And you ought to go. father. You'd I
eep over the heroine. Frightfully /,
lmaged lady-wasn't she, GuyT .
"Oh, frightfully" said Guy. "Com-
etely beyond repair!" ,
81 knew the minute she walked on
g wasn't good woman. She was 4
pale and circle-y, and so beautifully r
essed," Georgy explained, as she
atched her father squirm. Shocking Z
r respectable parent was one of {
.orgy's favorite diversions.
'rYou mustn't talk this silly cyni- O
Im," Ethel reproved the two young Z
ople. e
Don't worryr Georgy retorted. a
'ather knows I don't get that sort
chat from my very proper COVER A
IS. It's just hereditary from him.
express what he feels but doesn't
re say" ="
But Sir George refused to be an
yed by his daughters hectoring.