Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-02-20
A QUAKERESs.
How Jack Dormer Fell in Love
With "That Horrid Girl"

Kate Ingleby stood at the drawing
room window in Curzon street, tapping
the tip of her little Wellington boot i'm
patiently with her riding-whip. A sharp
summer shower was pattering down up
or the street, and Kate was waiting until
it was over to go put for her daily ride.
Not that a shower of rain made, as a
rule, much difference to Miss Ingleby;
for she was accustomed to go out in all
weathers. She waited to-day simply
because the friend she promised to ride
with declined to go out in a heavy
thunderstorm, for which exercise of
wise discretion Kate heartily despised
her. She was getting very impatient.
There seemed no end to the straight
white rain shafts that came swiftly
down from the heavy clouds. Miss
lngleby's chestnut mare, led by a
groom, was walking up and down out
side. Kate loved her dearly; but there
is a limit to equine affection, and at
last she got quite tired of watching her.
On the opposite side of the street was a
bookseller and librarian, to whom she
was accustomed to subscribe for the
few threc-volume novels, which at odd
times she skinned through. 1t struck
her all at,once that her uncle was din
ing at his club that night, that she her.
self had no engagement, and that she
had no book OF an exciting nature
wherewith to while away the solitary
evening. She gathered up her habit j n
one hand and sailed forth, picking her
way gingerly across the muddy street.
She went into the back part OF the shop,
and stood turning over q whole heap of
works of fiction which lay piled togeth-
er on the counter.
Miss .Ingleby had a tall, well-made
figure, which looked its best in u
riding-habit. She was a handsome
girl, and yet her beauty was not of
the order that is universally admired.
She had bright brown eyes, a small
Tetrousse nose, a mouth that was full
of decision and character, and a small
head well set upon her shoulders. She
Wore her dark brown hair cut, short
all round her head, like a boys, and
in a profusion of thick crisp curls,
upon which her riding-hat now sat a
little bit to one side, with q decidedly
rakish air. Miss Ingleby had many ac-
complishments, but they were all of
one character. She could ride, fish
and swim; she was a good actress
and a clever mimic; moreover, she
could smoke cigarettes with enjoy
ment, and shoot rabbits with precision.
In addition to all this, she was the ac-
possessOr of fifty thousand pounds
comfortably invested in Government
securities. With all these advantages,
1t was, perhaps, 20 wonderful that
this young lady had q very high opin-
ion of herself. Kate had heard it
said that if you wish others to think
well Of you you should begin by think
sng we'll Of yourself. She was deter
mined to stand well in the opinion of
other people; to be liked and admired
was a monomania with her; so she set
81 good example to mankind by admir-
ing and liking herself immensely.
AS she stood in the far background
OF MIR. Adams the booksellers shop,
there entered two gentlemen, who came
running in for a moments shelter, and
who stood in the doorway with their
backs turned toward her, leaning upon
their dripping umbrellas. MI. Adams
bowed obseeuiously and addressed one
OF them as ':My Lord" b~egginghim to
take a seat. my Lord" however, a
Slim young man OF about twenty-eight.
declined to be seated and went on talk
ing to his friend. Kate glanced once
nj the two figures in the doorway, and
she noticed that my lords friend was
tall and fair, broad-shouldered and de-
cjdedly good-looking. She did not
think. however, that she had ever seen
either Of them before, SO she paid no
particular attention to them, but
we:t on turning over the novels
and dipping into third volumes to see #
She liked the look of them. The two
Young men talked. 1t did not occur to
Kate to listen, yet suddenly she heard
one of them-the tall handsome man
remark:
That's a goodish-looking chestnut
walking up and down. wonder who
it belongs TOP"
"Oh, l can tell you," answered the
other: ''lt belongs to that aorrid cir!
Miss ingleby."
Kate started, and shut up the book
she was lingering with a snap. An ex-
p:esslon OF horror came into her eyes,
coupled with a blank amazement that
MAS almost comical. She listened in
gerry earnest to what might come next.
What makes you call her horrid?"