Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1922-03-30
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Lord Tybar's lady, who was twenty.
eight, carried in her countenance and
in her hair the pleasing complement
of her lords tan and olive hue and of
his cropped black poll. She was cy.
traordinarily fair Her skin was OF
the hue and of the sheen of creamy
silk, and glowed' beneath its hue. It
presented amazing delicaCy and yet
an exquisite tirmneSs. Children, play.
ing with her, and she delighted IN
playing with children Cbut she was
childleSS), often asked to stroke hnr
face. They would stare at her face
in that immensely absorbed way in
which children stare, and then ask to
touch her face and just stroke It;
their baby fingers were not more soft
ly silken. or her hair Lady Tybar had
said frequently from her girlhoOd up
wards, that il was "A most sickCniUG
nuisance" She bound it tightly as if
to punish and be firm with the sick.
ening nuisance that it was to her.
Her name was Mona.
Ont of hundred people who
passed her by quite considerable
number would have denied that she
was DtduNllNl. ll'l ldNt was lOHIlu
and saucy rather than oval and elias.
steal lncOnteStable the striking at
traction of her complexion and of her
hair; but not beautilul-qute a mum.
Der would have said, and did say. Oh
no. pretty perhaps in Il way but
that's all
But her face was much more than
beautiful to Sabre.
".
Greetings had been exchanged his
apologies for his laundering descent
upon them laughed at Lord Tybar
was saying, We'll, it's a tiger of a
place this Garden Home OF yours,
Sabre"
its not mine,' said Sabre. God
forbid"
All, you've not got the same beau.
tifn local patriotism that | have 1t S
one Of my most elegant qualities, my
passionate devotion to my country
side"
You're a bloatcd aristocrat and
blOodsucker," Mona told him in her
clear fine voice And you're living
on estates which your brutal anCes-
tors ravaged from the people. That's
what you are, Tony. | showed it you
in the Searchlight yesterday. And,
say, don't use elegant that's mine
oh, by CAD, yes so | am said
Lord Tybar. "Bloodsucker! Good
lord, fancy being a bloodsucker"
He looked so genuinely rueful and
abashed that Sabre laughed; and then
said to Mona, why is elegant yours.
Lady Tybar?'
She made a little pouting motion al
him with her lips Mako, wish to
goodness you wouldn't call me Lady
Tybar. Dash it, we've called one an
other Mona and MarkO for about
thousand years. long before | ever
knew Tony. And just because I'm
married."
And, Sabre" said Lord Tybar,
what the devil does It matter what
a hloated robber minds, anyway?
That's the way to look at me, Sabre
Trafnple me &underfoot. my boy. I'm
a pestient survivor of the feudal sys-
TEN, are1'tI, Nona%
Absolutely. So, Mako, don't be
completer noodle than you already
are"
"Ah, you are getting it now Lord
Tybar murmured. I'm noodle, too
the Searchlight says"
He somehow gave Sabre the i'm
preston of taking an even deeper en-
jOyment in the incident between his
wife and Sabre than the enjoyment
he clearly had in his own faCetious
ness. He was slightly turned in his
saddle SO as to look directly at Mona .
and he listened and interposed, and
turned his eyes from her face to
Sabre's and from Sabre's to hers. with
his handsome head slightly cooked to
one side and with much cleaning in
his eyes; rather as if he had on some
private mock.
Fantastical notion. What MOCK
could he have?
well, about my word elegant"
Mona was going on, and why it is
mine-weren't you asking?'
Sabre said he had, yes, why
yours?'
why, Tony and | get fond Of
word and then we have it for our own.
which ever of us it is. and use it for
everything. And elegant's mine just
now. I'm .dreadfully fond of it. It's
so-well, elegant: there you are, you
see!"
The mare steadied again. She
stretched out her neck towards Sabre
and quivered her nostrils at him. sens
ing him. He put up hand to stroke
her beautiful muzZle and she threw
up her head violently and swerveG
sharply around -
The mare was wheedled round again
to her former position; against her
will. but somehow as the natural re-
suit of her dancing Marvellous how
he directed her caprices into his own
intentions and against her own. But
Lord Tybar was now looking away
behind him to where the adjoining
meadow slOped far away and steeplv
70 copse. In the hollow only the