Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1922-06-25

He is practically leader OF the OPP
position party today and ] don't see
how they are going to stop his he
ing Prime Minister whenever he
chooses"
Don't YOU thipk he'll mako good
Prime Minister" jane asked
NO. | don't" was the curt an
swer. He is too dark horse for
my fancy"
II expect Mr.. Tallentc will he ready
with his program when tho time
comes she observed. He is peo-
pies man. OF course, and his pro-
posais Will sound pretty terrible to
good many Of the old school. Still.
something Of the sort has TO come"
The butler brought in the postbac
while they talked. Segerson. as he
! rose to depart. glanced with curiosity
mt half dozen orange-colored wrap
pcrs which were among the rest OF
the letters.
Fancy your subscribing to press
cutting agency. Lady Jane" he ex-
claimed. You haven't been writing
novel under II pscudonym. have
youc
She laughed as she gathered up
her correspondence in her hand
Don, pry into my secrets" shv
enjoincd We may meet in Barn
staple tomorrow. IL the weather
clears. want'to go IN AMI see those
cattle for myself"
The young man took his reluctant
departure. Jane crossed the hall. en-
tered her own little sanctum. drew
the lamp to the edge of the table
ands sank into her easy chair with
4 little sigh Of relief. Ali the rest
OF her correspondence she threw 20
one side. The orange-col wrap
pers she tore off, one by one AS
she read. her face softened and her
eyes grew very bright. The first
cutting was report of Tallente's
last speech in the House. a clever and
forceful attack upon the govern
ment's policy Of compromise in the
matter OF recent strikes The next
speech At the Holborn Town Hall.
on workmen's dwellings. another II
thoughtful appreciation OF him from
the pages of great review There
was also Il culogy from an American
journal and gloomy attack upon
him in the chief Wing organ. When
she had finished the pile she sat for
some time gazing at the burning logs
tn" little cpitomc OF his daily life
there were records there even OF
many of his social cnGaGcments-
seemed 10 carry her into another at
inosphcrc, an atmosphere far removed
from this lonely spot upon the moors
she seemed 10 catch from those
printed lines some faint. reflective
thrill Of the more vital world of
strife In which he was living. For
moment the roar of London was
in her ears. She saw the lighted
thorouShfarcs, the crowded pave
ments. the faces o. the men and
women. all little strained and eager
so different from the placid immo-
bility Of tho world in which she lived
She rose to her feet aud moved rest
lcssly about the room. Presently
she lifted the curtain and looked out
There was pause in the storm and
a great mass OF black clouds had
just been driven past the face of the
watery moon. Even the wind seemed
to be holding its breath. but SO far
as she could see moors and hillsides
were wrapped in one unending man
tie of snow. There was no visible
sign OF any human habitat;on. no
sound from any Of the birds or ami
mails who were covering in their
| shelters. not even sheep bell or
the barking of dog to break the
profound silence. She dropped the
curtain and turned back to her chair.
Her feet were leaden and her heart
was heavy. The struggle OF the day
was at an end Memory was as
sorting itself. She felt the flush in
her check. tho nuickening beat of
her heart. the thrill OF her pulses as
che lived again through those TOW
Wild minutes. There was no longer
any escape from the wild; confusing
truth, The thing which she he'd
\ dread ed had come. s.s :, 81 s. :
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