Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1924-06-20

cuded, rising to his feet, lighting a
cigarette and taking up his hat and
gloves, II shall go peaceably away.
You will admit, / trust" he added, with
that peculiar smile at the corner of his
lips, that l have not in any way tried
to come the heavy father? l can even
command a certain amount Of respect,
Margaret, for young man who is able
TO lnaugurate his engagement by an i'm
prOmptu meal of such perfection. I
wish you both good morning. Any in.
vitation which Margaret extends, Led
sam, please consider as confirmed by
me-"
He closed the door softly. They
heard his footsteps descending the
stairs. Francis leaned once more over
Margaret. She seemed still dazed, con-
fused with new thoughts. She re-
sponded. however. readily to his touch,
yielded to his caress with an almost
pathetic eagerness.
Francis" she murmured, as his
arms closed around her, II want to for
get.'
There followed a brief period Of
time, the most wonderful of his life,
the happiest of hers. They took ad-
vantage of Sir Timothy's absolute IL
cense, and spent long days at the
Sanctuary, ideal lovers days, with
their punt moored at night amongst
the lilies, where her kisses seemed to
come to him with an aroma and won
der born on the spot Then there came
a morning when he found a cloud on
her face. She was looking at the
great wall, and away at the minaret
beyond. They had heard from the
butler that Sir Timothy had spent the
night at the villa, and that prepara
tionS were on hand for another of his
wonderful parties. Francis, who was
swift to read her thoughts, led her
away into the rose garden where once
she had failed him.
"You have been looking over the
wall, Margaret" he said reproach-
fully.
She looked at him with little
twitch at the corners of her lips.
ohNl5y FuCdAy BIC COA1CSSCu, L
am afraid you are right. l cannot
even look towards The Walled House
without wondering why it was built
or catch glimpse of that dome with
out stupid guesses as to what may 60
on underneath"
II think very likely" he said sooth-
ingly, "we have both exaggerated the
seriousness of your fathers hobbies.
We know that he has a wonderful
gymnasium there, but the only def
mite rumor I have ever heard about
the place Is that men fight there who
have a grudge against one another,
and that they are not too particular
about the weight Of the gloves. That
doesn't appeal to US, you know, Mar
garet, but it isn't criminal"
"If that were all I" she murmured.
'T dare say 1t isl he declared. Lon
don, as you know, is hot-bed Of gos-
sip. Everything that goes on Is ridic-
nlously exaggerated, and I think that
1t rather appeals to your fathers Gu
rious sense Of humor to pose as the
breaker"
She pressed his arm a little. The
day was overcast, slight rain was
beginning to fall.
Francis" she whispered, eve had
q perfect day here yesterday. Now
the sun has gone and I am shivery."
He understood in a moment
"We'll lunch at Ranelagh," he sug-
gested. "It is almost on the way up.
Then we can see what the weather is
like. If it is bad, we can dine in town
tonight and do theater."
"You are a DEAR" she told him fer
yently. "T am going in to get ready"
Francis went round to the garage
for his car, and brought it to the front.
While he was sitting there, Sir Tim
Dthy came through the door in the
wall. He was smoking cigar and he
was holding an umbrella to protect
his white flannel suit. He was as
usual wonderfully groomed and turned
out, but he walked as though he were
tired, and his smile, as he greeted
Francis, lacked a little of its usual
lighthearted mockery.
In the distance they could hear the
sound of hammering on the other side
of the wall. Francis moved his head
In that direction.
"I hear that they are preparing for
another of your wonderful entertain
ments over there" he remarked.
"On Thursday" Sir Timothy assent
ed. II shall have something to say to
you about it later on"
IAN to take 1t that am likely to
receive an invitation?" Francis asked.
Il should think 1t possible" was the
calm reply.
"What about Margaret?"
"My entertainment would not appeal
to her." Sir Timothy declared. 1.-THE
women whom have been in the habit
of asking are not women Of Margaret's
type"
"And Lady Cynthia?"
Sir Timothy frowned slightly.
II find myself In some difficulty as
regards Lady Cynthia" he admitted.
81 am the guardian of nobody's NOR
ais, nor am the censor Of their tastes.