Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-08-10

foreign and startling asfherself. Just
as the invalided earl in his wheeled
chair, his grave, pale wife, and Lady
the trees and the rug and the tea
table, and the old manservant moving
slowly towards the house above them,
were beautifully harmonious, SO this
girl was beautifully .discordant. Her
hair in the dying sunlight was red
gold; her face was wildly white, her
eyes were keenly plue-blue Of Vik-
mss eyes: She was Ct q grace en-
tirely independent OF accessories.
floated. Her tailor skirt. rufled
blouse, and trim shoes were Cd un-
compromising as the boyish rippled
parting Of her hair. or the sweeping
line from al to chin. She was az
eager as q rising tide, as. unconscious
OF her power, as frr esistible. Breerne
House had never held a happier Wis
itor.
Nothing could spoil the glamour
Of all this" she protested; and oh.
Lord Breeme! you r wrong about
five o'clock teas. They're IS differ
ent as can be over here. In the frs,
place, Jane introduced me to Mrs.
Polling quite v though she were the
AAS0u Va SA4S SOAA0RAAo h1AA ASAe 4Ahc
murrnuriI1g q password or making a
sign in the air. Them Jane led me
away and placed me between two
Miss Meridens. They were so exactly
i. alike-clothes and everything. And
they both begun putting questions. It
was like some game In one Of the
Alice books. The Miss Meriden with
the Curly bang asked:
! "Are you really An American, Miss
Wilton? But really, now"
I'VE can't believe 1t, you know"
said the Miss Aeriden with the
straight bang.
IT assured them that I was prob
tAbly the most American person that
they had ever seen, and that they had
better take good luck at me. be-
cause they might never see another.
But you're not the least bit like
an Americana" they cried. mot tho
least bit!"
"of course" twinkled Claire, IT
knew just what they meant. What
they had, expected was this" Here
she thrust ont her chin, and spoke
in a harsh nasal voice: Say, I guess
you don't know that I'm Miss Iowa
my poppa could buy up the whole
village Of Five Pastures here II he
had q mind to i'll"
"A ripple OF .mirth went round
amongst her hearers, and Claire drop
ped Back into her own character.
II have met Americans like that
IN English plays and stories. I sup
pose there must be such type, but
/ couldn't find any OF them to show
to Jane, oyer there. ! think you re-
ally like us that way. I think it's a
bore TO you when We Just seem hp-
man. I'm sorry. II you like. I'll
play Miss Indianapolis All the rest
of my visit"
"A chorus Of protest rose.
II "Play Claire Wilton. II you please"
said Jane. "She does very well, and
isn't altogether human ether
Claire leaned back in her wicker
chair amidst, the laughter Of the 9TH
LORD Breeme to her war not mere,v
Ian invaded English nobiefnan: ID
was sYe Better Earl Of Ballad Lore.
and She simply refused TO note his
modern dress. Besides being q beited
earl. he was 4 splendid comrade. ia
had d grim, dry gift Of humor that
tickled Clsrie. She and the earl saye
out sparks IN each Others conpany.
They fell. almost at once, to battles
royal at meal-tiInes. tea-tinnes, ana
hOtu0F LlNuS0, Oh every 0uD14Ct from
Prohibitaon 70 HpirttuaItsm. C1sirA.s
laughter clashed brightly viii, his dry
LADY, Breeme. the second vtfe -
the earl and tha mother Of two rosv
llyotfngSters It play With their eover.
ness q Few yards of. was A cold. fstA
matron OF rnishty virtue, dignity. snd
uIAttracttveness, She had ali C'afye,s
respect. and fitted well into tho state.
The beauty Of the place, tn errhan,.
mert and rarity. conferred fo CJafress
mind IN lane. This would have M.
prised any other member az TIA
honsehoid. for lane was not d srNsa3v
considered person, 70 h1r Ar1srfnan
friends4-however. she personiHsd III
the seclulaon. the silence. fhe n,ist
and varied hprn0rs okathe . srtfln~.
Lady Jane Nas the exquisite fios1s.
ffof Breeme's hcnosabIe hIst0rv. ~
Was ~ embodied soul. -
sClA1re. proteetSA fans sudAen,.
With onetOfs her 6ilv1rysbrfg7t n1svnyx
Hooks .dcnkksp1a6seS look ~ NJ ~
that Tn not used 70 IT, -
sHcw am Ito look AZ y0t. fs.1x.
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~ - the Van DYKE p0rtfAlf, fftx ~
acfny fault that you're d ssnflont fx9.w
Eou pughtnt to have asksd ms M