The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-01-15

evenings discourse. Ariadneresufsed
her book, but finding that Lena was
bent upon drawing her into the in
timacy, she announced her inten-
ton OF taking n constitutional, and
left them to their own devices,
81 don't mean to encourage that
hobbledehoy," she said TO Lena, later.
1T won't do for you to know him at
all. Selma, and | shan't Countenunce
it,
He asked if YOU sang" laughed
Lena. They are getting up aconcert
for the benefit ofthe Seaman's Society.
l told him you sang like a lark, and
he wondered if you would practice
some duets in the saloon with him."
"Impertinence! l shall do nothing
of the kind"
There he comes now, to inviteyOur
high and-mightiness."
He was a short, blOndemaninrOugh
clothes, with a plain face, but good
expression, and a smile which changed
his whole aspect. He held a roll Of
music in his hand.
Did you request your cousin to
practice with me-" he asked Selma.
1T will be an immense favor, turning
an appealing glance upon Ariadne, lit
would be in truth q charity"
Yes" answered Selma, II asked
her-but-"
Il must decline, thank you," said
Ariadne, loftiIy; ''sea sickness and
music are not friends"
Pardon" he said, 81 was not
aware-you are so plucky to keep up
on deck. But perhaps you sing your
self" turning to Lena.
Eyes, if you wouldn't mind my mis-
takes"
That's what we practice for, to
correct them," he returned, and he
offered his arm, to the saloon.
Ariadne left to her OWN sweet will,
got bravely upon her feet, in spite of
the sea sickness, she had limited at,
and paced the deck; and presently a
steamer came in sight, and everybody
was alert with a glass, and the dark
eyed hero, shehad named Lord Kings
bury, took the opportunity to offer
her his arm, together with sundry
opinions concerning the voyage, the
passengers, Europe and America;
after which he gracefully assisted her
to her seat. This is your chair, is it
not? he asked.
HE knows my chair, already" she
thought, with a thrill OF satisfaction.
"Let me adjust the pillows, he add
ed. "Shall l wrap your rug about
you? Will You have the foot-rest
elevated? So, do l please your"
Entirely" laughed Ariadne.
"MayI sit and talk O. little" he
ventured, lone grows horribly bored,
talkingto ones follow-men in the card
room. You are not travelling alone?"
mo my cousin is with me-"
ooh, the young gentleman who has
gone below to sing?"
"'That hobbledehoy! Gracious, no.
my cousin Selma and / are travelling
together" and then they both laughed.
Nothing establishes familiar relations
between strangers, SO soonas a mutu-
al laugh.
"Hobbledehoy," he repeated. "You
haven't much respect for him."
81 don't fancy him; he has rat her
forced himselfupon our acquaintance"
The following day, when Ariandne
went upon deck, her lord met her, as
if he had beea waiting for the event,
and begged she would walk with him.
"Doyou know many people on board?"
he asked. eve SPOKEN TO nobody
but yourself and the hobbledehoy."
''The hobbledehoy,-who do you
think he is? Some swell, isn't he? It's
great run to speculate about the
names on the list. / heard some men
betting about it in the card-room."
But | suppose everybody knows
YOU said Ariadne.
Chow you iatter me; why should
they know me more than another?"
Now, pray, don't be so humble.
The Yankee, you know is fond of a
lord"
He regarded her with an indulgent
half smile of assent.
Lords are common enough with
us" he answered, with becoming hui
mility, and after that they played O.
game at cribbage, and talked about
English politics and English parks, and
then the gong called them below.
Have you enjoyed your music?"
she asked Lena.
"0h, so much, he has such a SYM
pathetic voice. How have you been
getting on?"
~"Famously, Lord Kingsbury has
been ever SO kind"
Dear me, you are positive it's her"
HE as good az confessed it, but
said lords are common enough at
home. Wasn,1 it pretty Of him. He
has b most gracious way"
sin short, you are rather mashed?"
Hush, Lena. Don't usesuch slang;
you must have caught it from your
hobbledehoy.n
"What has Lord Kingsbury been
doing, oil day?" asked Ariadne, one
night, having been confined in her
berth all day with a headache.
ooh, be has been glum enough to