The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-07-02
A FUGUE.

From Household Words.
The sun blazes high, for it is 5
o'clock, and mid June. The roses are
out in the rectory garden, and their
luscious scent floats in on the drowsy
air from the old round bed in the
centre, which one cannot see because
the red and white awning is let down
over the study window.
Mr.. Lascelles is out on parish work,
and the study is the chosen resort OF
Catherine and Evelyn Lascelles, his
daughters. Catherine, or Cathle, is
a girl with tieecy golden hair; Evelyn
wears her brown locks in a crop.
Nature has given them a persistent
wave, and the barber cuts them short.
No fancitul dressing does she give to
her head beyond the care of seeing
that there is no order, or rather al
ways a picturesque disorder in her
locks.
The girls have been talking-one
does not do much steady work on
June afternoons. Their conversation
has left light of decision in Cathie's
gray eyes, and a filny haze, perhaps
voluptuous fire, in the deep-brown
orbs of Evelyn. She throws herself
full length on the bamboo reclining
chair by the window, and here are the
last words of each sister.
Evelyn says: cit is wholly inmate
rial to mel" She Is Is, and some in
describable expression on her face
gives the lie to her naughty words. 81
shall not move an inch! He comes,
he goes-it is all one. And it Is not
all one to you!"
Here the soft fire in her brown eyes
takes fash, and becomes sparkling
fire.
I'm the senae you would put it, it is
all one, replies Cathie, the elder by
one year; "but it is not all one if you
look at it from my point of view. 1t
may be very fine for young Gerald
WIckham to come here, but it is not
very fine that he should make love to
both the rector's daughters at once.
That is what people say"
Indeed They make no mark be-
tween the two daughters?"
Evelyn would be careless but she
cannot act the part.
HHow can they7 They only see us
ali in public. / wish aunt would send
over for mel"
'As II you need wait for the sendingl
Gerald can follow you there"
Cam Yes! Will No"
aTake carelv cries Evelyn.
And at the instant there comes,
mingling with the scent of the roses.
another perfume, that of-tobacco.
Gerald Wickham, the Squire's son,
from the priory, lifts the red striped
awning.
And Evelyn lies languid, playing
with huge red japanese fan; the col
or has all gone Tor moment out Of
her face, while he lazily leans against
the frame OF the French-window by
which he has come in Cathie's color
heightens one degree smallest de-
gree. He is nothing to her; but she is
angry that he will make love to her,
he for whom Evelyn Is wearing out
her fiery soul.
He is quite honest; he does not
know yet which girl he likes best. He
plays with both, but his nature-his
lighter nature--wants the pride, the
ambition, the fiery purposing OF Eve
lyn's to make him successful man.
Will he find this out, or will he play
on, and in the end think gentler Cathie
''best." simply because he will have
stung Evelyn into some bitter revolt
against him?
He has nearly an hour Of Irritation,
it you please to call it by such an ugly
word. But he is SO bright and gay,
he is taking the world t6 ss very
good thing indeed, his future squire
ship il such a comfortable one, he il
The very culaination of optimism