Nobody's Child

Club dinner, however, for, according to Westmore standards, the Hunt Club had become a lax institution. In order to exist it had taken in members, excellent pe

n the way of sociability, perhaps because many of them had been

nal barriers; they were forced to countenance, in a formal way, women who were not of "the family connection," but as every m

ssed more money than the old Ridge families and had numerous friends in the city whom they entertained at their Ridge homes. They w

some time, was decidedly gratified by his invitation to the Westmore dinner. He had formed a casual friendship with Garvin Westmore which

ood on the top step of the entrance to Westmore, whipping her riding-skirt lightly with her

g of which she was a part would be dul

shion, and spend the night here," Judith had continued. "Be sure to bring your da

m, for Baird had his own methods of making discoveries. She looked possibly-twenty-eight; slim, with the bust of a young Venus and the hips of a Diana. She certainly carried her head like a goddess. Baird had never seen a more graceful creature on horseback. And she walked as she rode, gracefully, spirit

n her riding-skirt taut over the curves of hip and leg; and of her easily dilated eyes. Hers was not a warm mou

any part of his composition was not so easy to determine. Certainly there was far more admiration than desire in his thoughts of Judith Westmore. What imagination he possessed had been busied with her for the last three weeks. She was wonderful! A belle that would have swayed three states-

cago or Wyoming the thing would have been ridiculous. But where people rode to the hounds and t

ng'll bounce about like hell and I'll have a runaway if I'm not careful. Wonder how Mistress Judith's ancestors managed it? Saddle-bags, of course.... Hey, Sa

p with face beaming. Baird's joking, accompanied as it was

ave them

ut de place, suh-tho' I d

n those horses and bring me a piece

trap and between them they did

ome out?" Baird asked when he had mounted.

ad, an' from there am de road thro' de woods to Westmo'. Hi

t did-I'll g

s house, suh, an' put on a padlock an' set up a s

mind my going t

ne had Mr. Garvin 'rested 'cos he rode

he?" Baird ask

refuse' to take de money. He give hit back to de co't, an' tol' 'em to g

di

mostly 'cos of Mr. Garvin bein'

more-I'll chance it,"