The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-03-10

NilN WAS very lite mat morning. IoL
the space of half an hour those two,
who felt that their interview should
have been neatly rounded off by the
entrance of Il third person, were forced
to make conversation in the regions OF
small talk. Real life is not often APP
rrorriatc in its arrangement Of Incl
dents. Eight o'clock struck before
Bernard walked in, large and calm
and hungry. Lucian disburdened him
self of his message, which was merely
an invitation to play billiards.
II guess F%arquhar must be pretty
sick of teaching me-" said Bernard,
cutting himself a round off the loaf.
after wllic he supplied Dolly's needs.
but l suppose he knows his own bust
ness best. say, did you see hat girl
who took me in to supper last night!'
Dinner, bernard"
"Dinncr, then. Did you see hcr?"
Yes, l did"
who was shey' asked Lucian.
"Miss Angela Laurenson."
"pretty girl, very smart. woman's
rights. little %aristocrat; yes, / know.
wv 'iiN"''' SoIoa'IS, I'ht ApOuI
II guess the dude who ran me
downs her brother. ! met him again
this morning." said Bernard; that's
all"
"Oh. what was he like"
"Wcedy looking chap in gray, with
a drawl and Il carpet bag"
az l.. Lallrenson. Esq. Royal artil-
lazy Ihi.tinu ,,tu,rIj xo,,;., HrIc,.
said Lncinn. Il know him, too, by
namc. as you would if you'd cver talk
ed to Angela Laurcnson for two min
utes on end. She can't keep him out
of the conversations"
"Doe she call him I.al:' Dolly ask
cd c%uriously. Lucian no ,ded.
"Well. 1 guess | talked to her for
two hours on end said Bernard, cut
ting himself another slice from the
loaf: "but she didn't mention him"
What did you talk about:"
"Me," said Bernard, and her. Pass
mo a couple of Eggs, will you, Dolly?'
The breast Of Il wooded hill. leaning
toward water still as glass and green
as malachite, confronted the Hotel dcs
ut NlcsSV-SNl Sclllol ldlA
green and silver, the valley lay below:
a nightingale was singing in the dawn,
and presently the gold eye of the sun.
looking down through the high woods,
shone on hills white with dew. span
CLING them with fiery drops and chang
ing into silver threads the little sing
ing streams which tumbled down
fh1.n11ph hriu1,f vrnn,, I1C1ic tn ini, thn
silent river. Mists cleared away like
breath from a mirror, and there on
the water a little lawny islet lay like
an anchored dream. They had been
cutting the hay, and from the gray
swaths tloated up the odors of Eden.
Thus rose Lucian's first day in Arden,
and he was up to see the dawn.
Tarquha: had gone on some weeks
before to complete his arrangements.
Having been brought up by his Scotch
relations near Aberdeen, he knew a
good deal about granite, and on his
first visit # inspection had pointed out
that in texture, grain and color the
stone of the Petit-l'ays quarry re-
Sembled the valuable red granite of
peterhead. The owner simply laugh
cd him to scorn and went about laud-
ing his %scrupulous honesty ut the OK
pense of his ems in a fashion which
afforded a subtle qualification to the
person praised. Nevertheless, Far
quhar persisted in buying the quarry.
and soon proved himself right. At
cnce he brought over new modern ma
chinery and sent for skilled workmcn
from England. His design was to sup
ply the Belgian market, which had
heretofore been satisfied With Scotch
granite, Paving stones. better finished
;llan th""e turned out by the primitive
unarlies of the Mouse; polished shop
fronts for the new suburbs Of Hr1lS-
sells, especially the splendid streets
near the Boulevard d'Anspach-thesc
he could tender at lower prices than
the Scotch dealers. for in Belgium Ia
Dor is cheap and tho cost of transport
light. especially on the state railways.
For the present he retained his English
Workmcn, with the intention of re-
placing them by Rclgians so soon as
they had learned the niceties of their
trade. and for this purpose he had al
ready formed classes for instruction in
polishing and sculpture. His man
agcr. an American named Charles
worth. had the teaching of them. and
Lucian had promised to give his serv.
ices as we'll.
The quarry, which was already in
full work, lay behind the bend of the
Semoi>. just out of sight of the hotel.
In Belgium one looks for the grubbily
picturesque. for endless variations on
the themes of dirt and art. rather thar
for the beauty of rock and wood and
river. vet here in the south the streams
run through the loneliest, loveliest val
leys, abandoned to their kingfiShcrs
and great butterflies and musical with
little springs which run among the
hills. The quarrics are hardly eye.
sores. The approaches of F%aruuhnr's
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