Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-08-29

dreadful of me,O
tits never too late to mend,J he OBJ.
serves.
She is lifting each dropping flower, while
he watches the quick, characteristic move.
ments Of her hands.
.wouLd you like one now? There is one
BUD that looks pretty we'll, but what do
you want of it nou?"
sun She disengages it from her dress,
ana Iastens it in his coat.
"lhank you," he says in a low tone,
-unoll tomorrow morning on the beach,
then. Good night" and they separate.
Inc girl goes up to her room, breathing
fast, excited s'ld tired, happy. o, for some
0tner girl, even Rose, to talk it over with!
But Rose is MOTTO be had, and as Kate is
parSlGnlarly anxious not to talk it over
With Ray, she ventures to light only a
candle, and, throwing herself down on q
chalr ny the window, proceeds to take off
her gloves. While she is thus employed,
heavy steps come along the piazza, and
pause outside the closed blinds.
sit down, Carew," she hears a mascu-
line voice say. 81 didn't know you were
here until tonight, and pretty stories I've
been listening to. Have q cigar, anyway,
eetore you go. You might rs we'll be hung
for an old sheep as a lamb"
'Thanks. l do not anticipate being
hung Tor mutton, young or old"
1t astonishes Kate Breeze that the voice
winch frames this reply has the power to
make her heart bound. She begins to feel
vaguely frightened.
swell, illness musthave altered Emily"
remarks the first voice, "if she has nc COM
ment to make OH this sort of thing"
"Perhaps you had better be more ex-
pllclt," suggests Mr.. Carew, good-humor.
edl !;
me, you are with from morning until
night saw her, l suppose, this evening.
She is charming, and you are a lucky fell
low; but what does Mrs. Carew say to itY
The other laughs.
he remarks, deliberately; "and where
ignorance is bliss, tits folly to be wise.'"
The listening girl hears no more. She
finds herself shrinking against the wall
in the corner of the room iarthest away
from the window; her lips white, her
form trembling.
1t is the habit OF Mrs. Bolton's heir to
waken at an unrighteously early hour of
the morning. Usually he struggles man.
fully to resist the temptation to disturb
his relative; but on the following morn
ing he is pleasantly surprised, upon open
ing his eyes,, TO discover that his faithful
nurse is not slunbering, but awake and
dressed, and, in fact, busily engaged in
packing a trunk before which she is kneel-
"Why-why, Auntie Kate" he STAN
mers, sleepily, 'twlla5 are you doingH"
"Pacling."
"But why don't you look at mes Why
don't you kiss me? Why" one great
wonder suddenly mastering and swallow
ing the rest, as the observant child looks
about him; "you haven't boon in bed?"
"No, dear, IL was up very late last
night. I-wouldn't you like to hop up,
Ray, and have a little run on the piazza
before breakfasts"
This proposition meeting with favor, she
soon has the child safely disposed of, and
then opens the door which communicates
with her sisters room.
Mrs. Bolton is turning rather petulantly
in bed.
"Ishould think, Kate, you might keep
Ray u little quieter, early in the morning"
she remarks, rubbing her eyes. "For
mercy's sake, chill,'' catching sight of her
sisters face, and suddenly sitting up,
''what has happened!"
Miss Breeze comes no nearer than the
door, and leans a little upon it. She justi-
ties the others exclamation. Her sweet
eyes are heavy and sunken, and her face
drawn with pain.
81 must go nome this morning, Rose.
My, trunk is ready, and the train goes in
an hour"
"Why in the world" cries Mrs.
OF Rayw
"You-anybody-nobody," returns tn,
girl, desperately.
. "Then all l can say is that 1t is very
shabby OF you, Kate-very ~dishonorable
to break our compact so. What am l tc
do? You must stay"
"Oh, nave ever pity or thought for any
one but YOURSELF" exclaims the other, fol
one moment covering her wretched face
with her hands and then dropping them
500 not worry she continues in a
changed tone. II will see that you have q
=, .-:I co,,l n,,, 10 wa,
. "Kate, wait a minute" but Kateis gone,
and Mrs. Bolton has only one more oppor
unity OF speaking with her alone. 1t is
when they are parting. "Kate," she says
holding both the girls hands in hers, "isn'
there something l ought to know"
"Nothing, Rose, indeed"
Mrs. Bolton feels exceedingly uncomfor
table. She sincerely wonders whether hel
, pangs are of Indigestion or conscience.
!, "Of course, child, l know it is something
about that handsome scamp. Caiew," she
, continues holding tight to the fnt5erins
! hands. II worried last night u great dea
, watching you together; but what ought ltc
have done"
! "Nothing. You are entirely blameless,'
responds Kate, bitterly. "Let mo go.
!, shall be late"
An hour after her departure Mr.. Carev
, comes strolling toward tho hotel. BERTHE
. runs before him to the piazza, where HI
describes his playmate climbing. over rail
g ings and up pillars with u recKlessness' 0
:. life and limb appalling to his mother, VIII
! sits near in a ferment Of nervous appre
+ hension, from time to time issuing reproo
and command, to which the child pays n
attention. She BOWS stitly to the gentle
; man as he approaches.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bolton,'' he re
S spends, cleerily. Il hope that Mis-
S Breeze is not indisposed after last eve
ming"
"She did seem severely ~indisposed, MI
Carew. Ray, don't you climb that rallln
again. Do you hear NE? Not only tina
It but she has left me-"
Mrs. Bolton, in spite of her recollectio
IS of Hates changed face, can but feel hei
l. self an extremely injured woman; and
is a palpable solace to her now to observ
ia the darkness which overspread her Wis
- itor's countenance ut her words.
cleft you!-left the place."
n "Exactly," with q slight and dignihe
smile.
IA "WhyY" Was it not very sudden?"
"Exceedingly."
# 81 am sorry. [ am very sorry not to sc
,e Miss Breeze again. Will you kindly Civ
g. me her address,"
AT the courteous question Mrs. Bolto
rises. All the possible wrongs to her 81!
a ter and all the rea! wrongs TO herse
crowd unanimously together i'll her BRAN