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Cool In The Shadow Of The Big Copper Beech. A Neighboring Border
Glowed With Autumn Flowers: Ribands Of Asters, Spikes Of Crimson
Gladiolus, Ranks Of Dahlias. Across The Lawn A Virginia Creeper Draped
The House With Vivid Tints. The Scene Had Nothing Of The Grim Bareness
Of The Western Prairie Of Which Sylvia Was Languidly Thinking; Her
Surroundings Shone With Strong Color, And Beyond Them A Peaceful
English Landscape Stretched Away. She Could Look Out Upon
Heavily-Massed Trees, Yellow Fields With Sheaves In Them, And The
Winding Streak Of A Flashing River.
Yet Sylvia Was Far From Satisfied. The Valley Was Getting Dull; She
Needed Distraction, And Her Letters Suggested Both The Means Of Getting
It And A Difficulty. She Wore Black, But It Had An Artistic, Almost
Coquettish, Effect, And The Big Hat Became Her Well, In Spite Of Its
Simple Trimming. Sylvia Bestowed A Good Deal Of Thought Upon Her
Appearance.
After A While Mrs. Lansing Came Out And Joined Her.
"Is There Any News In Your Letters?" She Asked.
"Yes," Answered Sylvia; "There's One From George--It's A Little
Disappointing, But You Can Read It. As Usual, He's Laconic."
George's Curtness Was Accounted For By The Fact That He Had Been Afraid
Of Saying Too Much, But Sylvia Carelessly Handed The Letter To Her
Companion.
"After All, He Shows A Nice Feeling," Mrs. Lansing Remarked. "He Seems
To Regret Very Much His Inability To Send You A Larger Check."
"So Do I," Said Sylvia With A Petulant Air.
"He Points Out That It Has Been A Bad Season And He Has Lost His Crop."
"Bad Seasons Are Common In Western Canada; I've Met Farmers Who Seemed
To Thrive On Them."
"No Doubt They Didn't Do So All At Once."
"I Dare Say That's True," Sylvia Agreed. "It's Very Likely That If I
Give Him Plenty Of Time, George Will Get Everything Right--He's One Of
The Plodding, Persistent People Who Generally Succeed In The End--But
What Use Will There Be In That? I'm Not Growing Younger--I Want Some
Enjoyment Now!" She Spread Out Her Hands With A Gesture That Appealed
For Sympathy. "One Gets So Tired Of Petty Economy And Self-Denial."
"But George And Herbert Arranged That You Should Have A Sufficient
Allowance."
"Sufficient," Said Sylvia, "Is A Purely Relative Term. So Much Depends
Upon One's Temperament, Doesn't It? Perhaps I Am A Little Extravagant,
Volume 554 Chapter 13 (Sylvia Seeks Amusement) Pg 95And That's Why I'm Disappointed."
"After All, You Have Very Few Necessary Expenses."
Sylvia Laughed.
"It's Having Only The Necessary Ones That Makes It So Dull. Now, I've
Thought Of Going To Stay A While With Susan Kettering; There's A Letter
From Her, Asking When I'll Come."
Mrs. Lansing Was A Lady Of Strict Conventional Views, And She Showed
Some Disapproval.
"But You Can Hardly Make Visits Yet!"
"I Don't See Why I Can't Visit Susan. She's A Relative, And It Isn't
As If She Were Entertaining A Number Of People. She Says She's Very
Quiet; She Has Hardly Asked Anybody, Only One Or Two Intimate Friends."
"She'll Have Three Or Four Men Down For The Partridge Shooting."
"After All," Said Sylvia, "I Can't Make Her Send Them Away. You Have
Once Or Twice Had Men From Town Here."
"Susan Leads A Very Different Life From Mine," Mrs. Lansing Persisted.
"She's A Little Too Fond Of Amusement, And I Don't Approve Of All Her
Friends." She Paused As An Idea Struck Her. "Is Captain Bland Going
There For The Shooting?"
"I Really Can't Tell You. Is There Any Reason Why She Shouldn't Invite
Him?"
Mrs. Lansing Would Have Preferred That Sylvia Should Not See So Much Of
Bland As She Was Likely To Do If She Stayed In The Same House With Him,
Though She Knew Of Nothing In Particular To His Discredit. He Had
Served Without Distinction In Two Campaigns, He Lived Extravagantly,
And Was Supposed To Be Something Of A Philanderer. Indeed, Not Long
Ago, An Announcement Of His Engagement To A Lady Of Station Had Been
Confidently Expected; But The Affair Had, For Some Unknown Reason,
Suddenly Fallen Through. Mrs. Lansing Was Puzzled About Him. If The
Man Were Looking For A Wealthy Wife, Why Should He Be Attracted, As She
Thought He Was, By Sylvia, Who Had Practically Nothing.
"I'd Really Rather Have You Remain With Us; But Of Course I Can't
Object To Your Going," She Said.
"I Knew You Would Be Nice About It," Sylvia Exclaimed. "I Must Have A
Talk With Herbert; You Said He Would Be Home This Evening."
Lansing's Business Occasionally Prevented His Nightly Return From The
Nearest Large Town, But He Arrived Some Hours Later, And After Dinner
Sylvia Found Him In His Smoking-Room. He Looked Up With A Smile When
She Came In, For Their Relations Were Generally Pleasant. They
Understood Each Other, Though This Did Not Lead To Mutual Confidence Or
Volume 554 Chapter 13 (Sylvia Seeks Amusement) Pg 96Respect.
"Well?" He Said.
Sylvia Sat Down In An Easy Chair, Adopting, As She Invariably Did, A
Becoming Pose, And Handed Him George's Letter.
"He Hasn't Sent You Very Much," Herbert Remarked.
"No," Said Sylvia, "That's The Difficulty."
"So I Anticipated. You're Not Economical."
Sylvia Laughed.
"I Won't Remind You Of Your Failings. You Have One Virtue--You Can Be
Liberal When It Suits You; And You're My Trustee."
Lansing's Rather Fleshy, Smooth-Shaven Face Grew Thoughtful, But Sylvia
Continued:
"I'm Going To Susan's, And I Really Need A Lot Of New Clothes."
"For A Week Or Two's Visit?"
"I May, Perhaps, Go On Somewhere Else Afterward."
"I Wonder Whether You Thought It Necessary To Tell Muriel So?"
Sylvia Sighed.
"I'm Afraid I Didn't. I Can Hardly Expect Muriel To Quite Understand
Or Sympathize. She Has You, And The Flowers She's So Fond Of, And
Quiet Friends Of The Kind She Likes; While It's So Different With Me.
Besides, I Was Never Meant For Retirement."
"That," Laughed Lansing, "Is Very True."
"Of Course," Sylvia Went On; "I Shall Be Very Quiet, But There Are
Things One Really Has To Take Part In."
"Bridge Is Expensive Unless You're Unusually Lucky, Or An Excellent
Player," Lansing Suggested. "However, It Would Be More To The Purpose
If You Mentioned What Is The Least You Could Manage With."
Sylvia Told Him, And He Knit His Brows.
"Money's Tight With Me Just Now," He Objected.
"You Know It's Only On Account. George Will Do Ever So Much Better
Next Year; And I Dare Say, If I Pressed Him, He Would Send Another
Remittance."
"His Letter Indicates That He'd Find It Difficult."
Volume 554 Chapter 13 (Sylvia Seeks Amusement) Pg 97"George Wouldn't Mind That. He Rather Likes Doing Things That Are
Hard, And It's Comforting To Think That Self-Denial Doesn't Cost Him
Much. I'm Thankful I Have Him To Look After The Farm."
Lansing Regarded Her With Ironical Amusement; He Knew What Her
Gratitude Was Worth.
"Yes," He Agreed Significantly, "George Seldom Expects Anything For
Himself. I'm Afraid I'm Different In That Respect."
Sylvia Sat Silent For A Few Moments, Because She Understood. If
Herbert Granted The Favor, He Would Look For Something In Return,
Though She Had No Idea What This Would Be. She Was Conscious Of A
Certain Hesitation, But She Did Not Allow It To Influence Her.
"I Don't Doubt It," She Rejoined With A Smile. "Can't You Let Me Have
A Check? That Will Make You My Creditor, But I'm Not Afraid You'll Be
Very Exacting.
"Well," Was The Response, "I Will See What I Can Do."
She Went Out And Lansing Filled His Pipe With A Feeling Of
Satisfaction. He Was Not Running Much Risk In Parting With The Money,
And Sylvia Might Prove Useful By And By.
Sylvia Left Brantholme Shortly Afterward And, Somewhat To Her
Annoyance, Found Ethel West A Guest At The House She Visited. Ethel
Had Known Dick; She Was A Friend Of George's, And, No Doubt, In Regular
Communication With Her Brother In Canada. It Was Possible That She
Might Allude To Sylvia's Doings When She Wrote; But There Was Some
Consolation In Remembering That George Was Neither An Imaginative Nor A
Censorious Person.
Sylvia Had Spent A Delightful Week In Her New Surroundings, When She
Descended The Broad Stairway One Night With A Shawl Upon Her Arm And An
Elegantly Bound Little Notebook In Her Hand. A Handsome, Dark-Haired
Man Whose Bearing Proclaimed Him A Soldier Walked At Her Side. Bland's
Glance Was Quick And Direct, But He Had A Genial Smile And His Manners
Were Usually Characterized By A Humorous Boldness. Still, It Was
Difficult To Find Fault With Them, And Sylvia Had Acquiesced In His
Rather Marked Preference For Her Society. She Was, However, Studying
The Little Book As She Went Down The Shallow Steps And Her Expression
Indicated Dissatisfaction.
"I'm Afraid It Was My Fault, Though You Had Very Bad Luck," Said The
Man, Noticing Her Look. "I'm Dreadfully Sorry."
"It Was Your Fault," Sylvia Rejoined, With Some Petulance. "When I
Held My Best Hand I Was Deceived By Your Lead. Besides, As I Told The
Others, I Didn't Mean To Play; You Shouldn't Have Come Down And
Persuaded Me."
Bland Considered. On The Whole Sylvia Played A Good Game, But She Was
Volume 554 Chapter 13 (Sylvia Seeks Amusement) Pg 98Obviously A Little Out Of Practise, For His Lead Had Really Been The
Correct One, Though She Had Not Understood It. This, However, Was Of
No Consequence; It Was Her Concluding Words That Occupied His
Attention. They Had, He Thought, Been Spoken With A Full Grasp Of
Their Significance; His Companion Was Not Likely To Be Guilty Of Any
Ill-Considered Admission.
"Then I'm Flattered That My Influence Goes So Far, Though It's Perhaps
Unlucky In The Present Instance," He Said Boldly. "I'll Own That I'm
Responsible For Our Misfortunes And I'm Ready To Take The Consequences.
Please Give Me That Book."
"No," Sylvia Replied Severely. "I
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