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The Herald, 1907-08-09, Page 74.11011/11111 1T'ies Again11 "By all means," returned Carrington, and they managed to escape unperceived. "You play, 1 suppose?" said Morton, beginning to knock the balls about; "all Indian officers do.' ' "Yes; I am rather fond of the game." In a few minutes they were trying their strength. Sir Frederic soon found Alis opponent knew what he was about, •and roused himself to exercise all his .skill, which was of no mean .order. Nev- ertheless, but for one or two oversights on Carrington's part, he would not have risen, as he did, the winner of all "his antagonist's loose cash, and a five - pound note into the bargain. "You would be a foeman worthy of one's eteei," observed Morton, as they strolled out on the terrace before the elub to smoke a last cigar, "if you kept your attention fixed on your game; but you made one or two mistakes." "I know I did. My hand is out. I'll •come all right with a little practice. You must give me my revenge.' "With. great pleasure. When?" asked Morton, "My movements are very uncertain, but I shall stay on a few days." "Let us dine together quietly to -mor- row," said Morton, "if you will give me the pleasure of your company, and we will have .a trial of strength afterwards." "Thanks; I shall be very happy." A little more talk of cards and billiards, and then, after a brief pause, Carring- ton asked:"Who was that pretty wom- an in grey you were talking to on the links to -day?" "It must have been Mrs. Fane." "Mrs. Fane? '`Who is she—a widow?" "A grass widow; rich, charming, spir- ituelle, everything a woman ought to be, except that she is encumbered with an unreasonable husband, who will, neither enjoy his own good fortune, nor clear out of the way and let some more sen- sible fellow have a chance." Carrington smiled, grimly. "A dog in the manger, eh? I fancy I have met this man ]ane in India. Ile commands a corps of irregular cavalry, doesn't he?" "I know nothing about hen:, Prob- ably you have met. Our Indian Empire is a. big place, yet everyone seems to run against everyone else there" "I should like to speak to the lady if it is not intrusive to ask for an intro- duction." "1\ o, by no means. I shall be happy to present you. But do not mention the husband. I fancy she does not care to have him brought to her notice—a case of mutual repulsion, I fancy." "She does not look like a repulsive woman," said Carrington, thoughtfully, as he flicked the ash from the end of his cigar, "No, not exactly; quite the other way round," returned. Morton, with a laugh that somehow jarred upon his compan- ion. • "Well, if you are on the links to -mor- row about 12:o'clock," said Sir Frederic,. "you will meet the whole party. Mrs. Fano is going to watch her friend, Miss Onslow, play against myself. I'll intro- duce you to them all. Mrs. Fane gem, erally has a sort of confidential friend with her, to do propriety, and that sort of thing. The present incumbent is a' capital, jolly old woman, a sort of re- lation of mine. Oh, you are going? Well, good night, we'll try our luck to- morrow," and Morton turned back to the club to see if he could find any other adversary at billiards. Carrington, left to himself, strolled along the beach by the light of a splen- did moon, thinking, dreaming, hoping perhaps, though his memory was gener- ' ally more active than his imagination. He had a warm appreciation of such beauties as are offered by r. glorious night—the music of murmuring waves, the still grandeur of the starry heavens —and wandered on in a vague reverie rather than consecutive thought, till the striking of. a distant church clock warn- ed him to return to his hotel. Mrs. Bayley, though fresh and smiling outwardly, was ihternally bored and dis- appointed with the result of their first day in St. Outhberts, They had had only an hour or two of Sir Frederic's company on the whole. He 'had been quite taken up with that stupid golf. It was all very well his saying that his old boyish love of the game had revived. She (Mrs. Bayley) shrewdly s ispeeted that he had backed some of the players, and henee arose his interest. He was not too lucky, and might seriously di- minish his supply of ready money. Mrs. Fano only proposed to stay a week, and ho should not throw away a chance, and it was such a chance to have I41'rs. Fano, all to themselves in that sleepy little out-of-the-way eorner. If only the rich. grass -widow eould be moved to use the information Mrs. Bayley was willing and able to bestow, she might free herself from the loosened, yet still hampering fetters of, her unfortunate marirage, and form an alliance which would give her rank and assured posi- tion, and really not a bad, husband, as husbands go. So she mused as she stood in the pleasant window of Mrs. Fane's . sitting - room, waiting far that lady, who was putting on her hat, in expectation of Sir Frederic Morton's arrival to escort them to the links. s "Well, my dear Mrs. Bayley, what profound problem occupies your mind? cried Morton, entering unperceived. "Those who lie down with the dogs, eh? You know that graceful proverb. You dined with a brace of professors yesterday, didn't you?" "A. brace—a trio! I never was more bored. We had the humanity man,:; and the Greek professor, who succeeded, Dr. Methvin, and they talked quite over my head. One of them had a terrific accent! I was almost provoked with Mrs. Fane, she was quite interested and animated, and asked all sorts of ques- tions, and the old creatures—at least two were old—semed ready to eat her up; she is such a puzzling woman. 1 never know when she is in earnest; wasting her money too, as she does. She sent off a cheque this morning for X200—T saw it myself—to that design- ing woman, Mrs. Riddell, who used to be with her, for the Girls' Refuge she worries herself about. She really wants a husband to guide her:" "What hideous waste of money!" cried Sir Frederic, laughing. "But here she comee. Mrs. Bayley has just been abusing you for enjoying your dinner yesterday, and for talking over her head. I suspect you did not give her a chance with either Herr Professor." "I do not believe you, Sir Frederic!" returned Mrs. Fane, smiling, as she but- toned her glove. "T assure you the din- ner, 'wits charming; and the humanity professor is an old dear! His profound book -learning seems only equalled by his ignorance of the world; and he said such quaint, original things." "Well, I honestly confess I did not care for the conversation," said Mrs. Bayley, with her accustomed good -hu snored candor—candor was her line. "But the mere material dinner was excellent± The doctor .gave Ala . a eglaesseek4agelar good port wine, which is not to be de,= spised, in my opinion. Good port is very, rare now," and Mrs. Bayley laughed in her pleasant, hearty way, as she often did in the pauses of her speech, which had just enough Scotch accent to give. raciness to a good story. "What will you say to your diligent employe," said Morton, bending an ad- miring glance on Mrs. Fane, "if I have found and captured the bold intruder of your story?" "Have you, really? How, and where?" asked Mrs. Fane, with some interest. "He sat next me at the golf dinner last night, and we had a game of billiards after; then he confided to me his wish to make your acquaintance, and as old Leslie Morton, who seems to know him, said he was all right, I shall, if you will permit me, present him to you. I be- lieve he has been walking about the links since daybreak, lest he should lose a chance of meeting you. Another ad- mirer added to your Icing list, Mrs.. Fane." "Admirer!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I never saw eyes express doubt and disapprobation more distinctly. It is this that has aroused my curiosity. How can I have offended him?' "Clever fellow!" cried Sir Frederic. "He knows how to make himself' interest- ing! But if you are ready, Iet us come on. I fear Miss Onslow will be waiting for us." ': The weather was still fine, but the sky was more overcast, and the shadows of slow -sailing clouds gave variety to the aspect of the bay. On their way to that portion of the ground called "The Ladies" Links," they overtook Mises Onslow, who was accom- panied by her uncle, himself an enthus- iastic golfer, He had devoted some hours each day since she was his guest to in- structing his niece in the mysteries of the game. As they grouped themselves to see Miss Onslow strike off, a tall figure came up from the beach between two sand hills and approached them; but it was not till he had put his ball safely into the first hale that Sir Frederic exclaimed "Hal you have come to see this.excit- ing match? I assure you I expect to be shamefully beaten. Mrs. Fano, allow me o present my friend, Colonel L'rarrington. Mrs. Bayley, Colonel Carrington. Mrs. Bayley understands the genie and will expound its complications, Now, Miss Onslow,. for No. 2. Capital! Well driven!" aea the combatants 'moved' to the next hole, 'followecl by Dr. Methvin and Mrs, Hayley. "I am glad to have an, opportunity of explaining to, youtluil my intrusion the day before yesterday. wes involuntary,," said Colonel Carrington. "The guard opened the door, and-----" "You were in the lion's den," put in Mrs. Fane, with a pleasant smile, as he paused. "Pray, 'do not think it necessary to apologize, or, if yu will, address yourself to Mrs; Bayley, who is more disposed to uphold her rights than I am." She looked : with friendly frankness into his grave eyes, instinctively seeking to desperse whatever prejudice against herself might exist in his mind, and en- deavoring to recall his face and figure to her memory. She had met so many people, she had had sentimental, platonic friendships with so many men, that it might be possible her new acquaintance had been the friend of someone who had quarrelled with her, though in truth rey eyes that looked into hers did not change or soften as he replied: "It is a sound prrnoiple to uphold one's rights. People, come to grief who lose grip of what is justly theirs." "Provided they do got clutch what belongs to others, Iligh.e overlap some- times, you know." "Not often," he returned, and they walked on a few paces in silence,. which Mrs. Fane broke by asking; "Is this your first visit to St. Cuth- berts?" "It is, I came with an old friend, a man of this country, who is an enthus- iast in golf. The attraction of the game "Yes, I am told there are men here who spend • their lives on the links. I cannot understand it." "There is a certain fascination in the efffort to win anything!' said. Carring- ton. As he spoke, their eyes met, and Mee. Pane was startled, even annoyed, at the new expression in his—and at ,the effect it produced on herself. A sud- den glow, a gleam of sudden resolution, fit up the deep-set windows of his soul, and sent a thrill of apprehension through her veins. i00 2 2 0' 400,t)0 t' 000000x3, 000 The effect of Scotts Emulsion on tithn, lis pale children is magical. It makes them plump, rosy, active, happy. ' It contains Cod Liver Oil, Hy►pophosplhites and Glycerine, to ]make fat, blood and bone, and so put together that it is easily digested by little folk. 1A#i,l., Dell000t8113I 80o. AND 01.00. , ,�q�,p�. 00000 000000000000000001 y?, "Come on!" said. Morton, waving his driving towards them. "It is mortifying to see how indifferent you are to the splendid play going on under your eyes! Miss Onslow is beating me hollow—three holes up." am proud of my pupil," said Dr.. Methvin, in high delight. "Now, then, Sir Frederic, it is your turn. You muse go on; there are others behind us." They all kept together for the remain- der' of the game and talked only of, the game. Finally, to the great exultation of her uncle, Miss Onslow came off vic- torious. "Suppose," said Dr. Methvin, "we walk on to the flagstaff am go down on the sande. The wind has ;;uie round. to the east;, and is rising, WE eel1 have a view' of the waves heating o : er the castle: rocks. I am afraid we shall have a wet day to -morrow_" "A terrible prophecy," exclaimed Mrs. Fane, "but I have a French novel, so ain forearmed." Still conversing with the ex -professor, she walked on over the short, elastic turf; Carrington keeping at the other side, so that it was impossible for Sir Frederic to approach. When the flag staff' was reached, they all grouped' round. Dr. Methvin, who pointed out some of the dangerous reefs, and then Mrs. Bayley said: "We had better go homewards, the wind is getting disagreeable." "Very' disagreeable, indeed," cried Mrs. Fane, as a sharp gust caught a light shawl she was trying to wrap round her and nearly carried it away. "Allow me," said Sir Frederic, endea- voring to lay hold of it; but Carrington had it already in his grasp. "Allow me," he said, with grave em - pa sis, and not seeming to hear Morton, he wrapped it carefully round ins owner, with a touch of authoritative decision in his care, that partly amused, partly piqued her, and made Morton vow to himself aht the grim Indian should pay for his cool eduacity at billiardsthat night. "If you don't mind a deep descent we can get upon the sands at once, and be sheltered by these hillocks:' He led the way, gallantly assisting Mrs. Bayley. Miss Onslow, accustomed to the ground, tripped lightly down; but when Mrs. Fane found herself on the edge of some huge rowel). stones, which lay at the foot of 'clic little eminence, Carrington again stepped before Morton with an indescribable air of decision, saying quietly, "Take my, hand," and she did so, smiling to herself Mrs. Bayley, turning to ane how matters were going on, noticed the little by-play, and com- pressed her lips with a ponfirmed dislike of the bold stranger, whom she resolved most firmly to rout and unmask. She therefore attached herself to Mrs. Fane in her homeward walls, and,proceeded to cross-examine the foe. "Pray, have you any reietdons in the south of England? I knew some Devon- shire Carringtons years ago." "No, I have not," rather shortly. "Then there are the 'Herefordshire Oarringtons, rather an of dfamily per- hanss you belong to that branch?" "I can't say I do." "Alt1 There was a rich old Bombay merchant of that name who died lately, and made a curious will, leaving his money to some stranger. Did you kuow him?" "I have heard of him." "It must be a great bore having heats of cousins," said Mrs. Fane. "Oh, do you think so?" eried Miss On- slow. "I dote on some of my ooaisins 1 Then Aunt Julia and. Uncle Methuin are delightful." "I sweet," said Sir Frederic, "there ie something ,in yourself that attracts the better part of even crusty detente' "I am afraid thea is nonsense," Here, being dose' to tbe hotel, Cerrieg- ton thought it wise to say good morn- ing, "There is something original about your friend," said, Mrs. Fano, as she pelted 'with .Morton at the door; „bring, him to coffee any eyelike; you like." Mrs, Bayley :sniffed. CHAPTER IL Confident as Morton was in' bis pow- ers of pleasing, in in his superiority ooks;youth. knowledge of the world, and general attractiveness, to the grim soldier, who had somehow made a place for himself in their party, it caused hien no little uneasiness to observe that his society was not unacceptable to Mrs. Fane. It was absurd to suppose he could ,be a rival, or, if he were, a for- midable rival. In truth, Sir Frederic Morton's affairs were in a desperate condition; not only was he in love with Mrs. Fane after the headstrong fashion natural to him, but his chief hope of retrieving his fortunes lay in his chance of appropriating 'hers. Hitherto he had felt himself compelled to play a waiting game, but now events were pressing! He must lose no time in persuading her to give him a conditional promise, and .commence that suit' for a divorce, in which she was certain to suc- ceed. It was impossible that she could be indifferent to hien. It suited her-in- tolerable er in -tolerable pride to fence herself round with platonic affections, but let things only come to a crisis, and she would soon make up her mind; he must have a con- sultation with his ally, Mrs. Bayley. However, as a sort of acknowledgment of the .money he had won from Carring- ton, he felt obliged to introduce him at Mrs. Fane's unceremonious "at -homes." Here' he. was silent and unobtrusive enough, but as he sat with half-closed eyes, lulled by sweet sounds, when Mrs. Fane and Hiss Onslow played or sang, he was watching with keen observation the aspect of the society into which he had been unexpectedly thrown. Violet On slaw, he decided, was an ordinary young lady—less sharp and more kindly than the. generosity. Mrs. Bayley—somehow he did not take to that frank and lively widow—"not to be trusted," was the verdict of his instincts; but :lir Frederic Marton excited his strong aversion as he watched his graceful, sympathetic man- ner, and noticed, with a bitterness that surprised himself, the confidential tone existing between him and Mrs. Fane. He knew all her songs and which suited her best; he was full of reminiscences of little adventures at Naples and ren - centres at Rome; and though there was profound and pleasant repose in Mrs. Fane's way of speaking to him, might not that arise from too complete a mut- ual understanding? Was it possible a woman so long sep- '1rrated from her husband would be proof rust the sustained attentions, Plat- t ries, arts of so accomplished and good- looking a man? Yet she ought to be trite to herself, if not to the husband wiio;had deserted. her. One had a right .to saes e t a high standard in women— "efe ;Wr tegfi "so, a, Wave of iu- `digx tion 'swept over his heart, as aCMrs. Fane raised her eyes to Merton's, with a smile so sweet, and : so confiding, that Carrington Piaui:l have put her in a pentitentiary on the spot. Still, he had an ingrained ;tense of justice, and told himself the next moment that had he been the re- cipient of such a glance he could amply forgive the infidelity. Nevertheless, the dangers surrounding so attractive a wo- man were too clearly visible. He longed for the power to banish Morton, whom he suspected of being a gambler and a scamp. It was too bad of any man to have deserted such a woman, when she Must have been a mere girl. What had her life been since? He would watch and try to discover if she were true and high-minded, or a merely frivolous, light- lyyconducted coquette. Brooding over these ideas, he was almost startled by Mrs. Bayley, who brought herself and her knitting to a seat beside him. "I suspect I have roused you from a pleasant doze," she said, smiling be. nignly on him. , ."Far from it; I have been enjoying sthe duet Mrs. Fane and Miss Onslow have just sung. I was keenly awake." "Sq you are the reverse of the weasels —they sleep, on dit, with their eyes open,;; and, you wake with your eyes shut."a "The latter is least fatiguing." "Ah, people learn to be very indolent in India. You have been a long time in India, have you not, Colonel Car- rington,". "Yes, a long time." "It must be very pleasant to find yourself in England—I should say Great Britain—again." "I have no objection to Great Britain; but I am not overjoyed." "Ah, some people grow enamored of India, and find the restraints of English society intolerable." "I assure you we are stiff enough in India.' "Indeed.! I fancied everything was as free as air. 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