The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1922-03-16
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would 90 AWAIT wS'iid all be over
and forgotten In a few weeks-anl
yet. how she longed 10 comfort him.
To make him happy again.
She looked Obliquely at his set face.
and what she saw there made her
feel ashamed.
on the bright level OF the upper ter
race tea was merrily in progress Miss
Field had duly come down 10 preside,
and all was well. Isabelle. as she
dropped into a chair, gave d sigh OF re-
lief: everyone was amused and alb
sorbed and happy. Everyone. that il.
except the magnificent and sharp-eyed
old lady who sat. regally throned.
near her, and favored her Immediately
with a dissatisfied look. Old Madame
Carter had her own good reasons for
being angry. and she never spared any
one available from participation In her
mood
She was remarkably handsome. even
at seventy-fiye: with q crown Of pulled
white hair. gold trimmed eyeglasses.
and an erect and finely preserved fg-
ure. Her voice was Electrically deep
and clear. and her manner vigorous
and impressive.
swell. my dear. your friends were
naturally wondering what important
matter kept their hostess away from
her guests" she began. Isabelle
shrugged and smiled carelessly, with
an Indifferent glance at the group.
Harriet is managing cry nicely"
she said. contentedly. a. Tony. with q
somber face and averted eyes. brought
her her tea
$50 Ward seems to think" observed
Wards grandmother with acidity. Isa-
belle laughed indIfferently. Her son.
slender and tall. and with something
of her own eagerness and FIRE In his
sunburned young face. was beside Miss
Field. who talked TO him In a quiet
aside while she busted herself with
cups and spoons.
Perfectly safe therei" Isabelle
said.
II should hope so :" old Madame Car
ter remarked. poIntedly. AT least IL
there's any OF our blood In his veins
| but Of course he's all SlOcum. They
| used to say of my Aunt Georgins that
| she never married because the only
| man she ever loved was beneath her
| socially"
Isabelle knew all about Aunt Georg-
| ina, and she looked YEARLY away. THE
Bellamys are coming In for awhile.
| she observed, with deliberate irrelev-
ance. "and / hope they'll bring their
Swami-or whatever he is. with them.
He must be a queer creature"
Hes not a Swami, he's an artist,
| Tony said. drawn into a casual CONVEX
sation much against his Will. "Blon-
iin-Tve met him. / can't bear him,
he makes me sickH
He relapsed into gloomy silence. and
Isabelle put into her laugh something
afIectionate and soothing.
He evidently lives by his Wits" she
suggested. (which is something you
have never had To do"
Tony scowled again. 1t was part
of his charm for her that he was the
spoiled darling OF fortune. Handsome
and young, and with no family ties to
restrain him, he had recently come
into his own enormous fortune. His
manner with servants. his ready check
book, his easy French. and his unruf-
fed self-confidence In any imaginable
contingency, coupled with his youth,
had strong attraction for a woman
conscious of the financial restrictions
of her own early years and the limita-
tons OF her public-school education.
"Why don't you 90 to the club and
dress now, and come back and dine
with us?" she said. In an undertone.
.'Do you want meY he asked,
sulkily.
I'm asking your
For answer he stood up, and smiled
wistfully down upon her, with a hest
fancy she knew well how TO interpret
I'm his eyes. He had been longing so
thirstily for just that permission. and
she had been yearning so to give II
Happiness came back into both their
hearts as he turned to go. and she
gave him just a quick touch of a warm
little hand In farewell.
other guests had come In. and Miss
Field was extremely busy, and Ward.
helping her officially. was busy, too.
Fun to have you down here" he said,
in her ear.
Harriet Field had an aside with q
maid regarding hot water. Then she
gave Ward an indulgent. an older-sis-
terly glance. He was In years almost
twenty-five, but at twenty-seven the
young woman felt him ages her junior.
He was a joyous. irresponsible boy.
and he and his mothers secretary had
always been good friends since the
day, four years ago now. when the
silent. somewhat grave Harriet Field
had first made her appearance In the
family. The young people loved her:
Richard Carter occasionally said TO
his wife. Every clever-very pretty
girl :" which was perhaps as close az