The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1923-08-31
MY LADY'S MONEY
An Episode in the Life
of Young Girl
By Wilkie Collins


Gomez Comet Do the country JUS
tice, Lady Lydiardl" put in peace
making Mr.. Troy. There is plenty O
society to be found out of London
as good society as the world cal
show"
THE sort of society," added Mis-
Pink, which is to be found, for ex
ample, in this neighborhood He
ladyship is evidently not aware tina
persons of distinction surround us
whichever way we turn. l may in
stance, among others, the Honorable
Mr. Hardyman-'
Lady Lydiard, in the act of pour
ing out a second gIassful of beer, sud
denly set down the jug.
who is that you're talking of, Miss
Pink"
81 am talking of our neighbor, Lady
Lydiard, the Honorable Mr.. Hardy
man"
do you mean Alfred Hardyman,
the man who breeds the horses 2"
"The distinguished gentleman who
owns the famous stud farm, said
Miss Pink, correcting the bluntly di-
rect form in which Lady Lydiard had
put her question.
is he in the habit of visiting here?"
the old lady inquired, with a sudden
appearance of anxiety do you know
him?"
Il had the honor of being intro
duced to Mr.. Hardyman at our last
flower show" Miss Pink replied HE
has not yet favored me with a visit
Lady Lydiard's anxiety appeared to
be to some extent relieved
81 knew that Hardyman's farm was
in this county, she said, but l had
no notion that it was in the neigh
borhood of South Morden. How far
is he-1O or dozen miles, eh?"
Not more than three miles," an
swered Miss Pink 1--WE consider him
quite a near neighbor of ours
Renewed anxiety showed itself in
Lady Lydiard She looked round
sharply at Isabel The girls head was
Dent so low over the rough head of
he dog that her face was almost en-
irely concealed from view. So far as
appearances went, she seemed to be (
entirely absorbed in fondling Tommie |
lady Lydiard reused her with a tap /
# the green fan
Take Tommie out, Isabel, for run
n the garden" she said. He won't
it still much longer, and he may an
10y Miss Pink. Mr.. Troy, will you
indy help Isabel to keep my i'll
rained dog in order?"
Mr. Troy got on his feet, and, not
cry willingly, followed Isabel out of
lie room. "They will quarrel now, to
dead certainty" he thought to him
elf, as he closed the door. Have you
ny idea of what this means?" he said {
, his companion, as he joined her in
lie hall What has Mr. Hardyman
one to excite all this interest in c
m?' {
Isabel's guilty color rose. She knew
srfectly well that Hardymans uncon- {
,aled admiration of her was the guild '
g motive of Lady Lydiard's inquir- i
S. If she had told the truth, Mr. b
roy would have unquestionably re-
rned to the drawing room, with or y
ithout an acceptable excuse for in |.
uding himself. But Isabel was a
oman; and her answer, it is needless II
say, was, 81 don't know, I'm sure" T
In the meantime the interview be-
veen the two ladies began in a man +
II which would have astonished Mr.. a
-oy-they were both silent. For once
her life, Lady Lydiard was con- II
lering what she should say, before 81
e said it. Miss Pink, on her side, n
turally waited to hear what objects g.
r ladyship had in view-waited until
r small reserves of patience gave al
Nv. Urged by irresistible curiosity, 81
e soke first. az
Have you anything to say to me a
private?" she asked ia
Lady Lydiard had not got to the is
d of her reflections. She said
-es.u and she said no more.
us it anything relating to my LII
Di,,lr |
Still immersed in her reflections, yc
ady Lydiard suddenly rose to the m
e surface, and spoke her MIND as IN
ual
"About your niece, ma'am. me la
her day Mr.. Hardyman called at my OF
use, and saw Isabel si'