The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1884-10-30

authorization, what result He passed
the evening alone, he could not face
the club, and sought his pillow much
depressed and annoyed man.
As he sat at breakfast the next morn
ing, carefully studying his Bradshaw
preparatory to taking fight, Scott en-
tered, marched up to his side, and te,c
dered tray with card upon it. The
general took it up mechanically: miss
DAILY" He dropped the innocent
pasteboard as if it had been scorpion.
IT am engaged. Scott" he gasped,
leaning back in his chair aghast. Say
very sorry, butt
"Beg parkon, general; the young Ia
dy was most anxious to see you"
The general groaned. ''Show her in. "
He turned savagely to his Bradshaw.
What was he to say to the blackmoor
when she appeared? He could not sub
NIT to be hunted down in this way.
She must be made to understand clear:
ly that he would have nothing to do
with her, and tonight he would start
for Paris enroute for some place, the
further from England the better.
The door opened. He shut the book
nervously. The apparition of the night
before doomed in the doorway. He
turned cold; it was worse by daylight
than in the evening gloom: He shut
his eyes for one second, and when he
opened them again they fell on the
sweetest, fairest face it had ever been
his lot4o see. Bef ore he could recover
from his surprise the owner Of the face
was speaking.
"Gen. Biddulph," she said hesita-
tingly, "please forgive me for disturb
ing you so early, but I could not rest
until had seen You and apologized for
my nonsensical rudeness last night"
The general looked mystifed. "To
whom have [ the pleasure of speak.
ing?" he asked hurriedly.
II am Dessa DAILY"
"Miss DAILY But, surely-I-that 81
"Please let me explain ALL" said Miss
DAILY. quickly. her pretty face suffused
with bushes. II scarcely know how to
begin. l-when we landed yesterday
some people, friends of Mrs. Comyns,
met her, and when they were gone !
learnt from her that there was a little
excitement about me, and it was very
foolish of them-they wished to see
what I was like. They told her you
knew nothing about me, and spirit of
mischief entered our heads, we deter
mined to play a little joke on you, and
pass off Sunda here" drawing the sm1l-
ing black maid forward, "as me. It
was very, very wrong, but hope you
will forgive u.s."
The general drew himself up stifly, and
looked decidedly grim.
II don't know what papa would say
if he knew how shockingly I had treat
ed his old friend, continued the culprit,
her pretty head dropping gracefully
"but 1 hope-I do hope you will forgive
me-"
The general thawed. He took the
the little hand outstretched and pressed
it warmly.
"Who could resist such a pleader ?"
he replied gallantly, the vision of lovli-
ness before him dispelling his wrath.
'But-tnen you were not-scolding-
your maid last night?"
"No, no." laughed the girl gayly
chat was part of my plot, I wanted you
to think 1 was the most horrible crea-
ture in the world. Sunda acted that
scene all alone for your benefit.
"She was most successful" said the
general, dryly; "but / will be even with
you yet, Miss Dessa, for the trick you
have played upon me. [ might have
known bruce Days daughter would
have had good spice of mischief in her
composition. It IS just the sort of thing
your father delighted to do when we
were boys together. )"
Dessa lifted her deep gray eyes to
his. "Then you have forgiven me?''
she said softly.
"Now-forever- always!"
The generals ward was great sue
cess,