The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-05-16
A DANGEROUS LOTE.
rhe Peril a Love Ran and the Love he
Lost.
SCENE l.

tie town and hide it's curious air OF IN
completion. The walls of adobe and
stone, the incongruities of design, the
irregular, uneven streets full of rock Iii
the rough, together with hill-setting OF
numerous abandoned prospect-holes and
documentary tunnels, gave a whimsical
suggestion that Titans had left unfinished
a town they had been cutting out
from the earth's raw material.
This was the outside aspect as seen
through a pair of tall windows, with
curtains stretched back to gather every
ray of light from the dim, sky. That
light, scaat as it was, brought out the
homelike cheer within. The warm red
of carpet and casual fittings comforted
the eve. At the windows broad shelves
full ofIplants, that gave the sole sugges-
tion of luxury, barring the aromatic
brilliance of a fragrant cedar fire. A
room of whose possibilities the most had
been made, full of personality of its
tenants a roomwhere a man was very apt
to get asense of repose and ministration
chief requirements of the masculine
nature.
Edward Lamb found it's effect like
that, leaning at ease in a homely big
chair that had the knack, like all tue
chairs at this house, of fitting the hui
man frame. A large, fair man, slightly
inclining to stoutness, he was of that
type of Irish beauty that involves
wholesome, clear skin, flushed with
delicate r~osiness, abundant blonde hair,
and deep blue eyes, with more sleepy
tenderness than was strictly essential
behind their long, thick lashes.
"Im very fearful I'm in for another
fortnight, he said; mot much chance
of the roads opening while this sort of
thing goes on"
Miss Soulsby left the window, and
came back TO her low seat on the hearth,
laughing. The impotence of his
words was 80 completely at variance
with the deliberation and contentment
of his tone.
Possess your soul in patience" she
said. 1T is only a question in days for
you, and then" she made an ex-
pressive little gesture of farewell and
departure.
@And you?-are not you coming east
some day."
ooh, yes,o she answered, with q GER
tain blithe skeptieism, "when we sell a
minel"
Mr.. Lamb smiled at her satirical
touch upon the sanguine creed of the
camp. Ledyard was wondering what
could keep me here" he said, incense
quently;| Bohemian born, for whom
the noise and hurry of cities is as the
breath of hfe."
Madelon Soulsby looked at him in
tently- "Wenn she said Q little sharp
", what has kept you?"
And vet he knew that she was per-
fectly aware what had kept him. Idlers
both, they could hardly have counted
the long, eempanienable afternoons they
had spent together that winter. The
little town was agog with the Irishman's
infatuation. 1t would have needed more
than their joint asseyeration to have
convinced the goSsips that between
these two no love-making had been.
"Yes, / ought to have gone last week."
he said, ignoring her audacity, when
Ledyard vent
why did you not go?1 she persisted.
The household cat had leaped upon
her lap-a vicious, big beast, whose
claws had 4 wicked way Of ~unsheathing
themselves upon fondling fingers. Mr..
Lamb found himself dwelling ON the
fact that he never had e Dick
so reauite Miss Soulsby's careless
endearments. The lazy creature laid
himself luxuriously across her knees,
like q great, gray mnff, as the girl nes-
tied her hands on his warm fur
delicate hands those always cold; MT
clammy, but cold with o firm and reti-
cent force Of their own.
Some day-who knows?-it may be
made . penal offense--their exercise Of
this capacity some women have for in
direct challenge TINS tacIt wooing that
perhaps overweighs a mans perogative
of ~outspeaking.
Edward Lamb was q phlegmatic man
enough ordinarily, and little given to
impulses; but just now he would have
kartered his souls salvation for the
right to dispiace Dicks parded fur with
his own handsome fair head, TO feel that
caressing touch press his throbbing eve
lids. TO his dying day he would not
forget the pict1re that instant photo