The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-08-20
WINNING THE PRIZE.

Lou Harding, a rich young widow
tossing a pile of dainty laces inc the
lap Of her paid companion with the In
Ianction to 'hurry up and get those
iounces made as oon as possible"
.I've learned that Hugh Mansfield is
to spend part of the summer there
she went on, turning again to the
friend who had run in TO discuss with
her their plans for the season, land you
know, Fannie, what a magnificent
catch he is. So l warn you in time
that we shall be deadly rivals, for OF
course you will try as hard as any OF
us to land the big fish"
"Oh, | yield to the inevitable at the
gery outset" returned Fannie Remlng-
ton, banteringly; 'for what Earthly
chance will my poor beauty have
against your gold?" And there was
lust a sufficient shade of truth in the
testing inquiry to make Mrs. Harding
vince a little, for there was no deny
ing that her friend Fannie had, by far,
The advantage in the way of good looks,
''But what will Miss Weir be doing in
the meantime while all the rest Of us
are quarreling over the great prize?"
she added, turning, with n of her
charming smiles, to Mrs. Harding's
companion.
"Oh, 1 shall be happy enough, never
fear" said the latter, returning the
smile with one equally as bright over
her lapful of laces. a shall not be
burdened with society cares and IN
quests, you know, so when Mrs.
Harding doesn't need me | shall be out
CATERING wild flowers and exploring
natures beauties. l dearly love the
country for itself"
''Bravo?' cried Miss Remington.
gayly, while Mrs. Harding merely
arched her black brOws and shrugged
her elegant shoulders, as if the likes or
dislikes OF her paid companion were
several degrees beneath her notice.
When the season" was fairly in
augurated it found the young widow
and her party delightfully."- established
in one of the quietest of the fashion
able watering places, if there is such a
thing as a place being quiet after
Fashion has once found it out.
1t is doubtful, however, if Mrs.
Harding would have chosen it as the
favored spot wherein to display her
ravishing new toilettes had it not been
for Hugh Mansfeld's presence there.
For beneath her light jests upon the
subject was a firm determined purpose
TO win the handsome young million
aire in the face of all possible rivalry.
And it soon began to look as if she
had not made a vain boast. Lou Hard
ing, If not a beauty, was quite pretty
enough to turn a young mans head,
and her black eyes, fine figure and
coquettish airs were really bewildering
in the array of charming tennis suits,
dainty b~eribboned morning gowns and
exquisite ball dresses, that displayed
them to the best advantage.
And so Hugh Mansfield evidently
thought AT least he paid her many
catering attentions. and the pretty
widows heart beat high with hope.
Didn't / tell you I meant to win the
great prizep'' she retorted, with a tri-
umphant snap in her black eyes, as
Fannie. iu mock indignation, bantered
her upon getting the lions share of the
young millionaire's attentions.
when a young widow enters the
field Of conquest, you poor girls might
rs well give up the struggle first as
last" she added, with a complacent
laugh.
Especially when she has the ducats
with which to back up her other fas-
cinations" laughed Fannie, with a
saucy little grimace.
well, rs / never entered the lists
against you. / can afford to let you
boast a little. Anyway, Hugh Mems
deld isn't the only conquest"
But here the young lady checked her
self abruptly, biting her saucy red lip,
while q sudden vivid color flushed her
pretty cheeks.
ooh. you may as well spare your
bushes. Fan; don't you suppose we can
all see which way the wind is blow
ingp" teased Mrs. Harding, with her
se~lf-satisfed little laugh. well, I adj
mire your taste as well as your discre-
lion. For since you can't have first
choice-catch Of the season, you know
why, Captain Carroll is certainly q
splendid substitute"
I'D advise you not to count your
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