The Holbrook news., 1922-01-06

It would be fun" to have Miss Field pour. Nina leaped obediently up the steps. with a Hopping of thick braids and the scrape of sturdy shoes, and the sweet summer world was in silence again.
 Isabelle sat on, stroking the hound, her soul filled with perplexity. Ar thony's eloquent back gave her sudden understanding of his fury "Ah, please, Tony" she pleaded, "what can I do?'
 "Nothingi" he answered. suddenly pliant. Nothing, of course" And he turned to her a boyish face stern with pain. "Of course you Gan do nothing, Cherie. I'm not such a-such q fool-" his voice broke angrily- "that I can't see thati Come on, we'll | go up and have tea-with the Bel lamys. And Tn be going tonight. ! I'll say good-by to you now-and per . haps you'll be good enough to make my goOd-bys to the others" The youthfulneSs of it did not rob it of Teal dignity. Isabelle. wretched- ly mounting the steps beside him, felt her heart contract with real pain. He would go away-it would all be over and forgotten in few wee&s-and yet, how she longed to 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 to preside. and all was well. Isabelle. as she dropped into chair, gave sigh of re- lief; everyone was amused and ab- sorbed and happy: Everyone. that is. except the magnificent and sharp-eyed old lacy who sat. regally throned. near her. and favored her immediately . with dissatisfied look. Old Madame Carter had her own good reasons for being angry. and she never spared any one available from participation in her IIOod.
 She was remarkably handsome. even it seventy-five; with crown of puffed white hair, gold-rimmed eyeglasses, and an erect and finely preserved fig ure. Fer voice was theatrically deep and clear. and her manner vigorous and impressive.
 "Well, 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 very nicely" she said, contentedly, as Tony. with a sOmber face and averted eyes, brought her her tea.
 "SO Ward seems to think" observed Wards grandmother with acidity. Isa- belle laughed indiffercntly. 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 quiet aside while she busted herself with cups and spoons.
 Perfectly safe there!" Isabelle said.
 q should hope so i'' old Madame Car ter remarked. pointe5ly. At least if there's any of our blood in his veins but, of course, he's all SlOcum. They used to say of my Aunt Georgina that she never married because the only man she ever loved was beneath her socially"
 Isabelle knew all about Aunt Georg- ina. ana she looked wearil.- away. "The Bellamys are coming in for awhile" she observed, with deliberate irrelev ance. "and l hope they'll bring their Swami-or whatever he is, with them. He must be queer creature"
 He's not Swami, he's an artist" Tony said. drawn into 2 casual conver- sation much against his will. "Blon- din-rve met him. I can't bear him, he makes me sickI"
 He relapsed into gloomy silence, and Isabelle put into her laugh something anfectionate and soothing.
 "He evidently lives by his wits," she suggested, which is something you have never had to dol"
 Tony scowled again. It 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- fled self-confidence in any imaginable contingency, coupled with his youth. had strong attraction for woman conscious of the financial restrictions of her own early years and the limita- tions of her public-school education.
 "Why don't you go to the club and dress now. and come back and dine with us:" she said, in an undertone.
 Do you want mel" he asked, suliily.
 I'm asking you!"
 For answer he stood up. and smiled wistfully down upon her, with hesi- tancy sine knew well how to interpret in his eyes. He had been longing so thirstily for just that permission. and she had been yearning so to give it ! Happiness came back into both their hearts as he turned to go. and she gave him just 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 a maid regarding hot water. Then she gave Ward an indulgent, an older-sis- terly glance. He was in years almost twenty-two. but at twenty-seven the