The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-12-04

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was still ranking in her soul.
my cousin Georges comingi in from
New Jersey this afternoon. He can
only spend one night with us, and ii
you like | will bring him in this even
ing" ,
I'VE shall be very happy to cehim,"
said Laura, nor ~graciOusly, tOi
George was a favorite of hers. ''Then
we shall expect you this evening, and
Mr.. Palmer also if he feels inclined to
| call upon us"
"When do l feel otherwise?" asked
Mr.. Palmer, sen~timentally; "at least
so far as you IRE concerned"
"Drive on, Alfred, for PHYS sake, or
| shall scream" whispered Laura.
Alfred, with q decided, though per
fectly amiable, ''good-mOrning, .
started the pony again, and they went
off at a brisk trot toward the vii
lage.
That evening about a dozen young
people were gathered in Miss South
wells pleasant parlOrs.
The RansOms, who were old family
friends, had arrived that afternoon.
| Mr.. and Mrs. Ransom were upstairs
| talking with Miss SOuthwell, while
the younger members OF the family
formed part Of the merry group be-
low.
Miss Higley had arrived early with
two cousins, and shortly after two or
three other friends dropped in, for
Miss Southwell's house a very pop
ular with the young people.
Laura, sorry as she felt for her aunt,
had found this a very happy day.
she was proving herself indeed "a
capable little hOuse-keeper.' Then
Alfred had been so kind, so good, SO
efficient. He was always on hand tC
assist her, and to help entertain the
company, which none could be better
than he.
The evening passed pleasantly away,
while they played games, sang and
danced by turns.
Miss HigIey, who admired Alfred in
tensely, and who had allowed herself,
in spite of the difference in their ages,
to entertain hopes in that direction,
marked with displeasure how friendly
he and his fair cousin had become.
Towards the close of the evening they
danced together, and her eyes followed
them Indignantly as, the dance over,
they reiterated to acorner of theroom
and seemed absorbed conversation.
'They are polite to desert their
company that way" she said with q
sneer, to her cousin, George Lane.
"Why, they've been doing their best
to entertain us all the evening, and
the company seems happy enough,
Pm sure" said good-natured George,
glancing around him. Every Jack
has his JILL and nobody looks neg.
lected. Why shouldn't they have a
little friendly chat together?"
Meantime Laura is saying with q
sigh, eve have a telegram from uncle
he will be home tonight.
care you sorry?" asks Alfred, with
a kindly twinkle in his eyes.
"Not sorry to see uncle, but-well,
on the whole, / think | prefer peace TIC
war, and should be real sorry to have
hostilities commence again. replies
Laura, glancing up with a roguish but
wistful look.
"Well,, is it necessary to resume the
campaign" says her cousin, kindly.
81 find the present atmosphere very
refreshing myself. Suppose we wear
a perpetual peace?"
!, Laura tries It laugh, but the bright
eyes are full Of tears. and her voice
trembles as she Cousin Al
fred, you are so kind; you give me
courage to do what I've longed to do
all day-apologize for my badness,
and promise to try and be good'from
this time"
His fair energy has surrendered at
last, Internationally; but if Alfred
feels n masculine triumph, he does
not betray it by word or look.
"We'll both start again." he says,
heartily taking the little hand in his
large grasp for a moment. For my
self, / feel I've been a dictatorial, over
bearing sort of a fellow, and Iwant to
ask your pardon in my turn. Andnow
may i ask as q great favorthat you'll
| give me that blessed little flag OF
truce?" | want it for a memento OF
this suspicious day"
"In give you half of it with pleas
ure," says Laura, with q musical lit
tie laugh. 'But I'd like to have hall
myself to remind me always to keep
the peace"
Miss Higley, who, while pretending
to talk with his cousin, had been
watching the couplefurtively, now said
IN a sharp tone: "Well, they really
seem almost 'sponey;' and to think
how they've been sparring ever since
he camel George, do you think you
see any signs Orwell, you know what
/ mean-over there?"