Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1917-11-09

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his side, stephen Strangewey sat
smoking stolldly. Opposite to him, al.
most as grim, equally silent, sat John.
"Things were quiet at Market Ket-
ton today, then, John?" Stephen asked
at last.
There was nothing doing" was the
brief reply.
That for the space of quarter Of
an hour or so, was the sole attempt at
conversation between the two broth
ers. Then Jennings appeared with a
decanter Of wine and two glasses,
which he reverently filed. Stephen
held his up to the light and looked ut
1t critically. Johns remained by his
side. unnoticed.
"a glass for yourself, Jennings"
stephen ordered.
II thank We kindly, SIR" the old
man replied.
He fetched glass from the side
board. filed 1t, and held 1t respectfully
before him.
ITS the old toast Stephen said
glumly. you know IT,
aye. Master stephen" the servant
assented. We've drunk 1t together
for many a long year. l give 1t We
now with all my heart-confusion to
all women"
They both glanced at John, who
showed no signs of movement. Then
they drank together, the older man
and his servant. Still John never
moved. Jennings drained his glass,
placed the decanter by his masters
side, and withdrew.
80 the polson's still there, broth
er?' stephen asked.
"And will be so long as live" John
confessed gloOmily. 'For all that, I'll
not drink your toast"
"Why not?"
"There was little girl--you saw
her when you were In London. She Is
married now but think of her some
times; and when / do, you and old
Jennings seemsto me like couple of
blitherlng Idiots cursing things too
wonderful for you to understand
stephen made no protest. For a
time he smoked in silence. Curiously
enough, as they sat together, some of
the grim fierceness seemed to have
passed from his expression and settled
upon John. More than once, as he
looked across Mt his younger brother,
Ii almost seemed as If there was some
thing of self-reproach in his question
Ing look.
"You dined ut the ordinary in Mar
ket Ketton?" Stephen asked at last.
81 did"
"Then you heard the news?'
"Who could help it?" John muttered.
There wasn't much else talked
about"
"Balliff Henderson has been over
here" stephen went on. There's a
small army of painters and decorators
coming down To the castle next week
You saw the announcement OF the
wedding in the morning Post. maybe? p
John assented without words. Ste
phen smoked vigorously for u few mo-
ments. Every now and then he
glanced across to where John was sit
ting. Once again the uneasiness was
In his eyes, an uneasiness which was
almost self-reproach.
John moved little restlessly In his
chair.
Let's drop 1t, Stephen" he begged
I'VE both know the facts. She Is go
ing to marry him, and that's the END
of 1t. Fill your glass up again. Here's
] mi I.i,
with you, If you'll leave out the little
girl who was kind to me. I'll give II
to you myself--confusion to all WON
en-"
Confusion to-" Stephen began
"What on earth Is that?"
They both heard 1t at the same tim,
the faint beating of n motor engine
I'm the distance. John set down his
glass. There was II strange look In
his eyes.
There are more cars passing along
the road now than in the old days,
he muttered; but that's queer
sound. 1t reminds one-good heavens
how it reminds one"
There was look OF agony in his
face for moment. Then once more
he raised his glass ~ his lips.
ITS passed out of hearing" Stephen
said. ITS someone on the way to the
castle, maybe"
still their glasses remained suspend
ed in mldair. The little garden gate
had opened and closed with a click
there were footsteps upon the flinty
walk.
IT'S someone coming herew John
cried hoarsely. why can't they keeE
away? It's two years ago this week
J since | brought her up the drive and
: You met us at the front door. Two
} years ago, Stephen! Who can 1t beT
They heard the front door open
they heard Jennings voice raised in
unusual aud indignant protest. Then
their own door was suddenly nunl
wide, and miracle happened. Johns
glass slipped from his fingers, ana the
wine streamed out across the carpet
lie shrank back, gripping at the table
cloth. stephen turned his head, ant