Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1922-04-06
CHAPTER VI-Continued

Lord Tybar's lady, who was %, car
ried in her countenance and IN her hair
the pleasing complement Of her lord s
tan and olive hue and Of his cropped
black poll She was extraordinarily fair.
Her skin was of the hue and Of the
sheen of creamy silk, and glowed be-
meath its hue. 1t presented amazing deli
cacy and yet an exquisite frmness. Chill
dren, playing with her. and she delighted
in playing with children (but she was
childless), often asked to stroke her
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 softly silken. OF
her hair Lady Tybar had said fire.
quently. from her girlhood upwards,
that Il was "a most sickening nuisance"
She bound 1t tightly as II to punish
and be firm with the sickening nuisance
that It was to her.
Her name was Mona
Out Of a hundred people who passed
her by quite a considerable number
would have denied that she was beau
tifuL Her face was round and saucy
rather than oval and classical Incon-
testable the striking attraction OF her
compilation and of her hairl but not
beautiful-cuite q number would have
said, and did say, Oh, no; PRETTY, per-
hapa, in q way, but that's all.
But her face was much more than
beautiful to Sabre.
".
Greetings had been exchangedi his
apologies for his laundering descent
upon them laughed at. Lord Tybar was
saying, well, it's a tiger Of a place, this
Garden Home Of yours, SABRE
Its not NINE" said Sabre. God for
bid"
'Ah. you've not got the same beautiful
local patriotism that I have. It's one of
my most elegant qualities. my passionate
devotion 10 my countryside"
You're a bloated aristocrat and a
bloodsucker." Mona told him in her clear,
fine voice "And you're living on estate
which your brutal ancestors ravaged
from the people. That's what you are,
Tony, 1 showed 1t you in the Searchlight
yesterday. And, I say, don't use 'ele-
CAN'T that's mine"
"Oh, by CAD, yes. so I am said Lord
Tybar. "Bloodsucker! Good lord, fancy
being a bloodsuckerl"
He looked so genuinely rueful and
abashed that Sabre laughed; and then
said to Mona, Why Is elegant yours,
Lady Tybar?"
She made little pouting motion at him
with her lips. "Marko, l wish to good
ness you wouldn't call me Lady Tybar.
Dash It, we've called one another Mona
and Mako for about a thousand years.
long before I ever knew Tony. And just
because I'm married."
And Sabre" said Lord Tybar, what
the devil does It matter what a bloated
robber minds. anyway? That's the way
TO look at me. Sabre. Trample me under
foot. my boy. I'm pestilent survivor of
the feudal system, aren't I, Nona?"
Absolutely. SO, Mako, don't be a
compIeter noodle than you already are"
"Ah, you are getting 1t now" Lord
Tybar murmured. I'm a noodle too,
the Searchlight says"
He somehow gave Sabre the impression
of taking an even deeper enjoyment in
the incident between his wife and Sabre
than the enjoyment he clearly had in his
own Righteousness. 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