Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-12-16
CHAPTER I.

Richard Carter had called the place
"Crownlands," not to please himself,
or even his wife. But 1t was to his
mothers newly born family pride that
the Idea of being the Carriers of
Crownlands made Its appeal. The es-
tate, when he bought II, had belonged
TO Carter, and the tradition was that
two hundred years before II had been
grant OF the first George to the first
of the name I'm America. Madame
Carter, as the old lady liked to be
called. Immediately adopted the I'M
known owner into vague couslnship,
spoke of him as IN kinsman of ours"
and proceeded to tell old friends that
Crownlands had always been ''in the
family"
II was a home Of creamy brick, CO.
lontal-in design, and set I'm splendid
lawns and great trees on the bank OF
the blue Hudson. White driveways
circled II, great stables and garages
across curve OF green meadows had
their own invisible domain, and on the
shining highway there was a full mile
of high brick fence, u marching line of
great naples and sycamores, and q
tenure lodge beside the mighty iron
gates.
On one OF the wide benches that
were placed here and there on the de-
scendng terraces, In the late hours OF
an exquisite summer afternoon, lsa-
belle Carter had seated herself, and
Anthony Pope, her cavalier, had
thrown himself on the steps at her
feet.
She was a woman worthy of the ex-
quIslte setting, and might well have
turned an older head than that of the
boy beside her. Brunette, with smooth
cheeks deeply touched with rose, black
eyes, and warmly crimson mouth
that could be at once provocative and
relentless, she glowed like flower
herself In the sweet and enervatine
heat of the summers first warm day
She was the tiniest of women, and the
little foot, that. In It's transparent SILK
stocking and buckled slipper. was
close 10 Arthony's hand, was like a
child's.
The man was twice her size, and as
dark as she, earnest, eager, and today
with n troubled expression cloudinl
his face. II was to Danish that look
II she, might, that Isabelle had delib
erately stopped him here.
She had been behaving badly toward
him, and In her rather irresponsible
and shallow way she was sorry for II
Isabelle was a famous filrt, her hus
band knew II, everyone knew II
There was always some man payinl
desperate court to her. and always
half-a-dozen other men who were
eager to be in his place. isabelle
lived for this, went from one adven
ture Ia another with the naive conf
dence woman whose husban,
SMILES upon her playing, and whose
position is impregnable.
But this boy. this Anthony was diff
ferent. In the first place he wa
young--but twenty-six. In the secon'
Mace he was, or had been, her owl
sons closest friend Ward Carter wa
twenty-five, and his mother nineteel
years older.
Anthony was young, and he was ab
surd, but he did not know IT, and lisa
belle began to feel the difficulty o
keeping the whole world from discov
ering IL before he did. He made no sc
cret of his passion. He came straigh
10 her in any company; he neve
looked at anybody else. To her owl
daughter Nina, seventeen years old
his attitude was almost paternal; h
ignored Ward as If their Friendship
had never been.
Isabelle saw that she had made
mistake. She should have killed TIL
affair at the very beginning. Ton
was not like the older men, willing {
play the game with just little scorer
ing of fingers. Appearances mean