The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-04-21

nard was very late that morning. FOE
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 or
small talk. Real life is not often APP
uropriate in it's 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 %l'aruuhar must he pretty
sick of teaching me-" said Bernard,
cutting himself Il round off the loaf.
after whic he supplied Dolly's needs.
but l suppose he knows his wv bust
ness best. l say, did you see that girl
who tool me in to supper last nights!
DINNER, Bernard"
DINNER, then. Die you see her"
Yes, l did"
"Who was she:' asked Lucian.
"Miss Angela L~aurenson."
''Pretty girl, very smart. womans
rights. little aristocrat: yes, l know.
Go ahead. Colossus; what about hcr?'
II guess the dude who ran me
downs lltr brother. ! met him again
this morning. said Bernard; that's
all"
"Ol. what vas he like:
"Wccdy looking chap in gray, with
Il drawl and Il carpet bag"
81. l.. L.aurenson, Esq. Royal artil-
lery. Distinguished Service Order"
said I.ucian. Il know him, too, by
namc, as you would if you'd eve talk
ed to Angela Laurcnson for two min
of the conversations"
"Docs she call him I.al:' Dolly ask
ed curiously. l.ucian no ,dcd.
"Wcll. 1 guess l 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
ME Il couple Of eggs, will you, dolly"
The breast Of a wooded hill. leaning
toward water still as glass and green
as malachite. confronted the Hotel DIES
Beers, at Nresse-sur- Semois. Dark
green and silver, the valley lay below:
q nightingale was singing in the dawn,
and presently the gold eye of the sum-,
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
through bright green dells to join the
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 f1oated up the odors Of Eden.
Thus rose Lucian's first day In Arden,
and he was up to see the dawn.
%Earquha- had gon 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
ton of the Petit-Fays quarry re-
sembled the valuable red granite of
Peterhead. The Wne simply laugh
w III ~ SNVth ulN "Nht tAbV"l u
ing his scrupulous honesty at the eX-
pense of his sense in a fashion which
afforded a subtle qualification to the
person praised. Nevertheless, Far
quhar persisted in buying the quarry.
and Don proved himself right. At
once he brought over new. modern ma
chinery and sent for skilled workmen
from England. His design was to sup
ply the Belgian market, which had
heretofore been satisfied with Scotch
granite. Paving stones. better finished
than these turned out by the primitive
4ulrrics of the Meuse: polished shop
fronts for the new suburbs Of BruS-
sells. especially the splendid streets
near the Boulevard d'Anspach-these
he could tender at lower prices than
the Scotch dealers. for in Belgium la
Dor is cheap and the cost of transport
light. especially on the state railways.
For the present he retained his English
workmen. with the intention of re-
placing them by Relgians SO o o 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
ager. 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
Somois, 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 than
/ Tor the beauty of rock and wood and
river. Vet here in the south the streams
run through the loneliest, loveliest val
\ lcys, abandoned to their kingtishers
| "nd great butterflies and musical with
!! little springs which run among the
hills. The quarries are hardly eye
sores. The approaches of I'arquhnr's