Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-08-19
CHATTER XII.
wager for a walt

Claire, coming downstairs from the
gallery, the next bright morning, was
very gravely and anxious
~ by Robins with q paper in his
hand. Back Of Robins. near the door,
kept back. Claire felt by the cat
,tioning other hand or the old servant,
stood sleek. meek, long-haired man
in Moose clothes, with, a tin o and
folded easel under his arm. He stood,
his head rather deprecatingly bent,
his black eyes flying furtively about
the room. Claire thought him a pic
~turesquely unpleasant figure.
ooh, miss" said Robins, in his dis.
Greet, respectful whisper, this gem
tleman says he's a painter, miss, and
he wishes to make a copy of the Van
Dyke. I don't rightly know just what
q foreigner, I3fancy, and I don't like
the looks Of him; but between you,
and me. miss, he has a note here
from Lord fremont"
"Oh, then 1t must be quite right
she said. rs that the paper?"
She teok 1t and read a hurried. If
regular scrawl, permitting Mr.. Otto
Cardoni to copy the Van Dyke, signed
al essly, ALEC TremontY"
Claire.
The old servant flushed sweetly all
over his Wrinkled face.
You do take such an interest, miss;
and seem part of the house." said he.
And them 1 don't wish for to get
Lord fremont into trouble by taking
this here to Lord Breeme. Not that
1t would, miss, you understand; but,
only. it's written a bit wild like, and
If I may make 80 bold-you'M par
don me. I'm sure, but az 1t Ia with
young men, and I'm u r Lord Ire
mont is steadier every day"
"Oh, Robins, what are you, driving
well, miss, you, see. some Of Lord
Tremont's company is not just what
his father would choose, and though
copying the picture is all very we'll
miss-perfectly safe, too, me being
here to watch-this note, now-that
is, IL Lord fremont knew this-er-
81 see. Very well. I'd Just let
him get to work and make his copy
without more ado. You have my per-
mission" She laughed a little. II
think Mr.. Cardoni will be, rather an
addition to the beauty OF the hall"
Robins took this somewhat to heart
and rubbed his chin dubious'y las he
followed her to the painter, who
stood ~cringingly aside to let Claire
p0C. ASSNA.Uy ~ - PASSuA
vanished and left only a disagreeable
impression, of meanness and, servility.
Claire began to hate the notion OF
his sitting day by day before the beau
tiful Lady Jane. She wondered that
Alec had given permission.
It'll just speak of IT." she thought,
ITO see IL It's all right" and meeting
Alec as he came from his desk, she
put 1t to him at once. 4
/ HHaSsHfr ~ No liant To- - a. nSnf,,.n nol
lery said she, copying the Van
Alec. who was putting a letter into
his pocket, looked at her with q
startled. hewildered air. He was very
pale. his narrow jaw set hard. There
was harassment. In every line Of hfl
face and el,'-groomed person. Hi
eyes were blank with introspectiye
distress.
aCardoni7" he repeated vaguely
He's here, Is hep.
I'm the hall. Do you allow copy.
"oh. yes. But only IS, very specia
I permission. and for some specific or.
der that father has approved.
fremont thrust his long hands deey
into his pockets and bent his head
Even Claire's presence couldn't keeI
him from the necessity of thought
II 0IhG 4I00A Oh stA4AA ~ LAA
perfunctoriiy, he smiled at her.
Sorry said Ne. I'm poor com
pany. Rotten bad mail this morn.
ling. what Here he paused ant
gave Claire q hunted and a%pprairins
look. She had turned her eyes, wher
he spoke, to an open window and
4 Lovely summer ecene. What are yoJ
going to do today2ss
tits q day said Claire. tfor pf;
grims and for palfreys, We are 70:
Ing put pr doors for all day long
Didn't ,you know that? Jane ana
planned It last night. Wen ride Y
Lone Tree Hi and eat under TIL
trees. Nj. fremont has promised ul
camp coffee. broiled bacon. and some.
thing that he calls 'dough-godsM Mis-
Mertden and Nj. MacBnrney arc com,
ing s
sBut-there IRE not enough horses
are there. asked the future 9eAri
his pride suffering 81 the fhouEls 81
tthe many empty stalls. &
~9ir Geqffrey WIN take Aline and
vi and Humphrey and 3Mies Mefidef
An bis car. Mr.. fremont hiss a-coupls
OF horses of his - ut the Arms. and
JANE
.Jans scarcely ever rides. She's
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