Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1917-08-23
CHAPTER WI.


herself admitted that she was always
right: Lydia was a very happy girl.
She had, indeed, never been so happy
since those memorable days when Cra-
ven's rare, caprici0us, and always un-
expected Appearances In England had
invariably signalized his amazing
sprees Of paternal indulgence frolics
from which. as from the nirvnna Of
fairy tales. one emerged in childish de-
moralizatiOn to renew acquaintance
with the hard and grimy facts Of life
ms lived in Mrs. Grummle's Blooms
bury lodging house, or with the chilly
routine Of the Misses Stint's Select
Academy for Daughters Of Gentlemen.
She lived those days In delicious ex-
element She would be a strange girl
Of twenty had her Imagination not
quickened to the romance inherent in
the words secret agent. To think her
self the object of stealthy surveillance.
as daughter and confidante of a past
master Of devious diplomacy; to think
she must ever keep her courage bright
In the shadow of nameless dangers, be
forever Jealous Of the great secret,
compOrt herself always warily-in
these persuasions lay delight as deep
and abiding as that of a girl playing
the mischief Mt her first bal masque.
Not infrequcntly she would catch
Crnven regarding her with his dark
and quizzical smile; and then she
would flush and smile spiritedly in re-
turn, thrilled to think he read her
thoughts and understood.
One circumstance alone fawed the
perfect Jewel Of her happiness-the
second and final disappearance Of her
sardonyx cameo.
The first time Lydia had missed It
It had turned up safe and sound be-
fore bedtime in Its place on top Of the
chest Of drawers. But the next day 1t
vanished again and finally. And
though for time her hope ran high
that the finder would return the trim
ket in view of the rather heavy re-
ward posted by Craven, when moth
ing Of the sort happened she felt
forced to accept the hypothesis that
the clasp had worked loose when she
had been lounging beside the rail, de-
livering the brooch to the sea.
In her new relationship with her In
ther Lydia found several friendships
that, however young, promised perma-
nence.
For one, Mrs. Beggarstaff had un-
questionably taken a fancy to Lydia,
foh t1,n rvtv10 fob To 1{1ySv, nd
reciprocate with frank and-if un-
Unconstitutional affection. And
the Dowager Dragon was daily vast
ing much time In amiable pickering
with Craven about his daughters fu-
trre, openly discOuntenancing his in
tention to make Lydia part Of his me-
mage; at least until there should be
second Mrs. Craven to keep his house
In order-and Its master, into the bar
gain.
Though" she once amended &C.
ridly in the presence of Mrs. Alerri-
lees, ms for that, to my taste, Betty's
altogether too frivolous to make q
proper duenna. Mark my words. Tad.
Just as soon as that pretty feather
weight head finds out life with you Is
not one round Of pleasure, she's going
to cut loose and lead you dance that
won't leave breath in your fat little
body. And then what will become of
the childr
''Oh, blow your meddlIng!" Craven
retorted with entire good humor. "You
forget the child is Of age-or will be
In another six months. She can take
care Of herself. II 1t turns out she
can't, I give you permission to use
your well-known arts Of moral suasion
and nag her until she's mad enough to
hitch up as companion to a saw
toothed destroyer Of regulations like
yourself"
''She could do far worse" the Dow.
ager Dragon shifted; '.and will-if
let you have your way"
(which IL Just what Ia going to hap
pen. Lydia and understand each
other. my homes the place for her,