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T IT IU a XL HHO Cha IVpirltflil, If, by Cutlu !ubU.l.tu unnir. t, t . . I iM I l .. -rut Vandyke beard ou him," arlnrnM perrall oxer his aboulder. There! O I.orJ. but you have hit It! Tut a tlrltinl aaddl oo tbe cur-there!" "Who Im this auppoaed to WV HKn tlward. liking up. But "Walt!" chuc kled his hoxt. aelr.lng the still wet Okeuh and making for the dor. Slward utmllM Into the bathroom, wanned a apot or two of Ink from hla taster, returned aud buttoned bla waliitcoat. then, completing an unhur ried toilet, went out and down the talrway to the big living room. There were number of ojle there Mr. Leroy Mortimer, very fetching with her Japanese-like coloring, black hair and eyes that slanted Just enough; Bena Bonnesdel. smooth, violet eyed, blond and rather atunnlng In a pecul iarly Innocent way; Mlsa Caithness. Tery pale and alimly attractive, and the Pace boya, Willis and Gordon, de lightfully any and Interested and hav ing splendid time with any woman who could afford the intellectual lei wire. Slward spoke pleasantly to them all. Other people drifted down Marlon rage, who looked like a schoolmnrm and rode like a demon; Eileen Shan non, pluk and white as a thorn blos som, with the deuce to pay lurking In her gray eyes; Kathryn Tassel and Mrs. Vendenning, whom he did not know, and finally his hostess, Grace Fen-all, with her piquant, almost boy ish, freckled face and sweet, frank eyes aud the figure of an adolescent She gave Slward one pretty sun browned hand aud laid the other above his, .holding it a moment In her light clasp. ".Stephen, Stephen." she said under her breath, "lis because I've a few things to scold you about that I've asked you to Shotover." "I suppose I know," he said. "I should hope vou do. I've a letter tonight from your mother." "From my mother?" "1 want you to go over it with me If we can find a minute after dinner." She released his hand, turning partly around. "Kemp, dinner's been an nounced, so cut that dog story in two. Will you give me your arm. Major Belwether? Howard," to her cousin Mr. Quarrler, who turned from Miss Landis to listen, "will you please try to recollect whom you are to take In and do it?" And as she passed Slward In a low voice, mischievous and slangy, "Sylvia Landis for yours, as she says she didn't have enough of you on the cliffs." The othere appeared to know how to pair according to some previous no tice. Slward turned to Sylvia Landis with the pleasure of his good fortune , so plainly visible in his face that her own brightened in response. "You see," she said gayly, "you can not escape me. There is no use in looking wildly at Agatha Caithness" ne wasn't "or pretending you're pleas ed," slipping her rounded bare arm through the arm he offered. "You can't guess- what I've done tonight Nobody can guess except Grace Fer rall and one other person. And if you try to look happy beside me I may tell you somewhere between sherry and cogpac oh, yes, I've done two things I have your dog for you!" "Not Sagamore?" he said incredulous ly as he was seating her. "Certainly Sagamore, l saiu 10 Quarrier, 'I want Sagamore,' and when he tried to give him to me I made him take my check. Now you may draw another for me at your leisure, Mr. Slward. Tell me, are you pleased?" for she was looking for the troubled JbesJtation in his face, and she saw it dawning. "Mr. Quarrier doesn't like me, yon know" "But I do," she said coolly. ' I tola him how much pleasure it would give me. That Is sufficient, is it not, for everybody concerned?" "He knew that you meant to" "No; that concerns only you and me. Are you trying to spoil my pleasoco in what I have done?" "I can't take the dog, Miss Landis." "Oh," she said, vexed, "I had no idea you were vindictive." There was a silence. He bent for ward a trifle, gravely scrutinizing a "hand painted" name card, though it might not have astonished him to learn that somebody's foot had held the brush. Somewhere in the vicinity i!race Ferrall had discovered a woman who supported dozens of relatives by painting that sort of thing for the summer residents at Vermilion Point, down the coast So, being charitable, he left an order and, being thrifty, insisted on using the cards spite of her husband's gibes. ! People were now inspecting them with more or less curiosity. Slward found his "hand painting", so unat tractive that he had Just tipped it over to avoid seeing it, when a burst of laughter from Lord Aiderdene made everybody turn. Mrs. Veadennlng was laughing; bo was Hena Bouuesdel. look ing over Quarrier's shoulder at a card he was holding not one of the "hand" decorated, but a sheet of note paper containing a drawing of a man rush ing after a gun shy dog. The extraordinary cackling laughter 4 bis lordFhip oh! Item ted other souads CHAMBERS. I ANT W M K I llnicttrtl Quarrier. for awhile. Kena Bonnesdel possessed herself of the drawing and held It up, amid a about of laughter, uud. to his excessive annoyance. Slward saw that unconsciously he had caricatured Quarrier. Ferrall's malicious request for a Vandyke beard making the cari cature dreadfully apparent Quan-ler had at first flushed up; then be forced a smile, but his symmetrical features were never cordial when he smiled. " , "Who ou earth did that?' whispered Sylvia Landis apprehensively. "Mr. Quarrier dislikes that sort of thing, but of course he'll take It well." "Did he ever chase his own dog?" asked Slward. biting his lip. yes so Bllnky says In the Caro liuas last season. It's Bllnky; that's his notion of humor. Did you ever hear such a laugh? No wonder Mr. Quarrier Is annoyed." The gay uproar had partly subsided, renewed here and there as the sketch was passed along and. finally making the circle, returned, like a bad penny, to Quarrier. He smiled again symmet rically as he ' received it, nodding his compliments to Aiderdene. "Oh. no." cackled his lordship; "I didn't draw It, old chap!" "Nor I. 1 only wish I could," added Captain Voucher. "Nor I, nor I. Who did It?" ran the chorus along the table. "I didn't do it," said Sylvia gravely, looking across at Quarrier. Aud sud denly Quarrier's large handsome eyes met Si ward's for the briefest fraction of a second, then were averted. But into his face there crept an expression less pallor that did not escape Siward no, nor Sylvia Landis. Presently under cover of a rapid fire of chatter she said, "Did you draw that?" "Yes; I had no Idea it was meant for him. You may imagine how likely I'd be to take any liberty with a man who already dislikes me." "But It resembles him in a very dreadful way." "I know It. You must take my word for what I have told you." She looked up at him. "I do." Then: "It's a nltv. Mr. Quarrier does not consider such things humorous. He he is very sensitive. Oh, I wish that fool Englishman had been in Bally hoo!" . "But he didn't do It." "No, but he put you up to it, or Grace Ferrall did. I wish Grace would let Mr. Quarrier alone. She has always been perfectly possessed to plague him. She seems unable to take him serious ly, and he simply hates it. I don't think he'd tolerate her if she were not his cousin." "I'm awfully sorry," was all Siward said, and for awhile he gloomily busied himself with whatever was brought to him. "Don't look that way," came a low voice beside him. "Do I show everything as plainly aa that?" he asked curiously. "I seem to read you sometimes. "It's very nice of you," he said. "Nicer" "To look at me now and then." "Oh," she cried resentfully, "don't be grateful!" . "I-really am not, you know," he said, laughing. That," she rejoined siowiy, is me truth. You say conventional things in a manner in an agreeably personal manner that interests women. But you are not grateful to anybody for anything. You are indifferent . and you can't help being nice to people, ao some day some girl will think you are grateful and will have a miserable time of it." "Miserable time?" "Waiting for you to say what never will enter your head to say." "You mean I I" "Flirt? No. I mean that you don't flirt, that you are always dreamily occupied with your own affairs, from which listlessly congenial occupation, when drawn, you are so unexpectedly nice that a girl immediately desires to see how nice you can be." "What a ohsm'n? indictment yon c. v. :- t.; i..:... --J- fTV I VAte o"" r i.ur j ou. I've Un-u talking- aUut juu to tirace lor mil. I mh to l ilit.d Ukii you t dinner I tld !' I btnln'l had half ttolltll 'f u ,I,IT ,u'' ! ) uu thin M irwif ( U-ilt tiU-o to a unvptlble glrlT I thiuk 11 ' (in uirl.' They both were laughing liow. Sev eral iHMti.li glanced at thm, auillliiif In sympathy. Alderdeue took that oppor tunity to revert to the sketch. furnbth lug Mptx litu-n of hi ow n lulinltable .laughter a a running attmiiuluint to th iry of Quarrier and hi dog In North Carolina uutll he had every body, a usual, laughing, ut at th tory, ' ' '' " ,,f h uV,,,',u airatkm bitterly iiffeithlve to Quar rier. lie turned hi e.ve once ou MM UikII aud ou Slward, then dropped them. The hostei-a Brow. X ruutle and Hurry of ullk and lace and the ecraplng of liulm. a llugorlug word or laugh, and the color vanished from the room, leaving a circle of men la black stand lug iiroimd the table. Here and there a man. lighting a cigarette, bolted hla coffee aud cognac and strolled out to the gunroom. Fer rall, gesticulating vigorously, resumed hla prcpramllal dog aiory to Captain Voucher. Belwether buttonholed Ai derdene and bored him with an In terminably facetious tale until that nobleman, threatened with maxillary dislocation, fairly wrenched himself loose and came over to Slward, quint Ing furiously. , "Old asa!" he muttered. "Hla chop whisker look like the chop of a Southdown ram. and he' got the wit of one. I-ook here. Stephen, 1 bear you fell Into no end of-a crap in town" Tu quooue, Bllnky? Oh, read the newspaper and let It go at that!" "Just aa you like, old chap!" re turned his lordship unabashed. "AH I meant was anything Voucher and I can do of course" "You're very good. I'm not dead, you know." "'Not dead, you know!" repeated Major Belwether, coming up" behind them with hi sprightly step. "That reminds me of n good one"- He sat down and lighted a cigar: then, vainly attempting to control his countenance as though roguishly anticipating the treat awaiting them, he began another endless story. The Page boys, very callow, very muih delighted and a little In awe of such a celebrated personage, laughed heartily. And altogether there was suf ficient attention and sufficient laughter to make a very respectable noise. This being the major's cue for an exit be rose, oue sleek hand raised In spright ly protest as though to shield the In visible ladles, to whose bourne he was bound, from an uproar too mas culine aud mighty for the ears of such a sex. ' "Ass!" muttered Aiderdene. getting up and pattering about the room In his big shiny pumps. "Give me a peg soinelKxly!" Mortimer swallowed his brandy, lin gered, lifted the decanter, mechanical ly considering its remaining contents and his own capacity, then: "Bridge, captain?" "Certainly," said Captain Voucher briskly. "I'll go and shoo the major into the gunroom." observed Ferrall "unless" looking questioningly at Siward. ' I've a date with your wife," ob served that young man, strolling to ward the hall. The Page boys, Kena Bonnesdel and Eileen Shannon were seated at a card table together, very much engaged with one another, the sealed puck ly ing neglected on the green cloth, a vast pink box of bonbons beside it not neglected. O'Hara and Quarrier, with Marion Page aud Mrs. Mortimer, were Im mersed in the game, already stony faced aud oblivious to outer sounds. About the rooms' were distributed girls en tete-tete, girls eating bonbons and watching the cards, among them Sylvia Landis, hands loosely clasped behind her, standing at Quarrier's el bow to observe and profit by an ex pert performance. As Siward strolled in she raised her dainty head for an Instant, smiled la silence and resumed a study of her fiance's game. A moment later, when Quarrier had emerged brilliantly from the melee, she looked up again triumphantly, sup posing Siward was lingering some where waiting to Join her. And she wa Just a trifle surprised and disap pointed to find him nowhere In sight. She had wished him to observe the brilliancy of Mr. Quarrier's game. But Slward, outside on the veranda, was saying at that moment to his hostess, "I shall be very g'aa ro reau my mother's letter at any time you choose." "It must be later, Stephen. I'm to cut in when Kemp sends for me. He has a lot of letters to attend to. Tell me, what do you think of Sylvia Lan dis?" - "I like her, of course," be replied pleasantly. cirano PWrnll stood thinking a mo ment. "That sketch you made proved a great success, didn't It?" And she laughed under her breath. "Did it? I thought Mr. ' Quarrier seemed annoyed" "Really? What a muff that cousin of mine is. He's such a muff, you know, thai the very sight of his point ed beard and pompadour hair and bis complacency sets me in fidgets to stir him up." "I don't think you'd lst use me for the stick next time," said Siward. "He's not my coufin, you know." Mrs. Ferrall shrugged her boyish shoulders: "By the way," she said cu riously, "who was that girl?" "What girl?" be asked coolly, look ing at his hostess, now the very Incar nation of delicate mockery with her pretty laughing mouth, her boyish sun I -irn nnrt freckles TW'aollT l..fl in, I ui'l'"" "Fin aorry"- W'ii ah pretty, IMepheor "Ve," he I4 ulklly, "1 wth you wouldn't" -,N.u4iie! lo you think I'm ironist to let )U ff wtlhi( some sort of con fensloii? If I had time now-lilt I haven't. Kemp list busluoi letter. He'll b fnrlo" ' got to tnke hi card or won't lve any nuulc to buy Kaii!liie." Sli retreated ba. kwitrd. wllh a K'O nixl f nialliv, and turucl torntef the bouse aud met Kyi via landl face t fa In the hallway. "You niln!" she wlilvivd. "Aren't you ashamed?" "Very mm h. dear. What for?" And. catching alght of Slward outside In the starlight, divined perhp onietlilng of her hostess' men n In if, for he laugh ed uneasily, like a child who wince under a stern eye. "You don't suppose for a mouuiuL" he began, "that I have" "Ye. I do. Vou alway do." "Not with that aort of man," h re turned naively. "II won't" Mr. Ferrall regarded her suspicion. y. "You always pick out eiactly tit wrong man to play with"- They had moved bark td by lde Into the hall, the hostess' arm linked In the arm of the younger girl. "The wrong uian?" repeated Sylvia, instinctively freeing her arm. her trlght brow beginning to bend In ward. ' "I didn't mean that exactly, ton kntiw how much I car for hi mother -and for him." The obstinate down ward trend of the brow, th narrow ing blue gae, signaled mutiny to the woman who knew her o well. "What la o wrong with Mr. Sl ward?" she asked. "Nothing. There waa au affair" "Thi spring In town. I know It I thntalir "Yea, for the preseut," replied Grace Ferrall uncomfortably. Then: "For goodness' sake. Sylvia, don't cross ex amine me that way! I care a great deal for that loy" "So do I. I've made him take my dog." There wan-en abrupt pause, and presently Mra. Ferrall liegan to laugh. "I mean it. really," said Sylvia quiet ly. "I like him Immeusely." "Dearest you mean It generously, with your usual exaggeration. Y'ou have heard that he has lieeu foolish, and lecause he's so young, so likable, every Instinct, every Impulse In you Is aroused to to be nice to him" "And If that were true" "There Is no barm, dear" Mrs. Ferrall hesitated, her eye softening to a graver revery. Then looking up, "It's rather pathetic," she said In a low voice. "Kemp thinks he's fore doomed, like all the Slward. It' an hereditary falling with hlm-no, If hereditary damnation. Slward after Slward, generation after generation, you know"- She bit her lip, tlilnklng a moment. "Ills grandfather wa a friend of my grandparent, brilliant bandsoina, generous and doomed! Ills own father was found dying in a dreadful resort In Loudon, where he had wandered when stupefied a Sl ward! Think of It! So you see what Mrt. Kemp Ferrall that outbreak of Stephen's meahs to those whose families have been New Yorkers since New York was. It Is ominous, it is more than ouiinous. It means that the master vice has seized on one more Slward. But I shall nev er, never admit it to his mother." The younger girl sat, wide eyed, silent The elder's gaze was upon her, but her thoughts, remote, centered on the hapless mother of such a son. , ."Such Indulgence was once fashion able. Moderation is the present fash ion. PerhapB he will fall Into line," said, Mrs. Ferrall thoughtfully. "The main thing Is to keep him among peo ple, not to. drop him. 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