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

lege. He staid at the village and con.
| Quoted the work which went on at the
farm. The profits were not long IN
coming, and when they began to come
they came thick and fast.
"You are the goose" said Margaret
to David on one of those ra"a occa-
slons when they met, "who lad our
golden eggs"
Thanks" said he; "but don't inn.
agine was disinterested in 1t. | did
it for a reward"
"Did you get it, sir?"
"Not wholly. hoped for the good
will, or at least the small thanks, OF
my cousins. Three Of them have Civ
Ell me both heartily; one ofthem with
holds everything from me save her
dislike"
81 thought you were too busy get
ting rich to notice such small things"
said Margaret spitetully. She was
sorry the minute she saw how hurt he
looked, butshew would makeno amends.
The young are never averse to pict-
uresQue misery. Margaret Scott
nursed hers as a mother does q pulling
child. She took long walks by the
Superior, which blew cold as mans
ingratitude. She meditated for hours
in the large, sparsely-furnished room
where she slept. Her vigorous per
sonality was inexpressibly irritated
that her fancy should so easily and
lightly have fastened itselfupon man
who was q total stranger, and one at
that who seemed to have no wish nor
time for wooing. Margaret would
watch him from the window. He
seemed to be everywhere at once. No
shirking escaped him; he was orderly,
capable, ingenious and practical; his
clearness and decision challenged her
admiration anew each day.
"What will we do with all this
money of ours?" she said one day to
Nora and Hattie. 81 suppose we
might as we'll spend some of it,"
I'm not sure know how, laughed
Hattie.
"And there is no chance here, any
how" said her sister regretfully.
"Well, guess Imay as well go where
it can be done. Pmgoing to Chicago"
said Margret.
She was one ofthose women who can
start on a Journey short of a months
preparation, and the next day but
one she started when her cousin was
away in the next county looking up
some iron-workers. Yet she STEALTH.
Iy watched from the car-window in the
hope that he might be returning. But
though among all the figures that loaf
ed in lop-sided attitudes about the
platform there were many familiar
ones, she did not find his. How he
would have dashed in among those
gaping idlers with that fiery impetu-
osity OF his. 1t is not the fashion to
consider the average man of business
picturesque, but to Margaret there
came an idealiZed vision of the Knight
of Commerce as he laid his lance In
rest for Fortune.
But he didnot return till the following
day, when he came to find Margaret
gone. He was not what one would
term q sentimental man. The direct
ness, the candor, the educated com.
nonsense of his mind precluded any
thing like morbidity in him; but all
the same he found it difficult mat
ter in the days that followed to keep
his mind upon his work He felt deep
ly chagrined. He could not perceive
how he had made himself obnoxious
to Margaret, but that he had In some
way done so he could not doubt.
The dull farmhouse with It's desolate
garden, its commonplace interior,
grew distasteful to him. His cousins
Hattie and Nora going on about their
domestic round were utterly savorless
to him. With inherent frugaiity they
still thought only of saving, and had
not the remotest realization of the
possibility of their possessions. Seth
was filed with a heavy sort OF pride at
his new Importance, but it seemed to
weigh upon him and take from him
what little lightness OF heart he ever
had.
David Scott plainly saw, however
unconscious it may have been, that 1T
was the fascinating hope OF seeing Mar
garet, though he received no welcome
from her, that had taken him SO fre.
quently to the house in the intervals
of his busy hours. But he would al
low himself no tenderday dreams. Am
/ man to waste the best in me on q
woman who cannot love me?" he pro-
tested with himself. 81 am no barba-
rian that should pursue woman
with attentions that she resents.
But the longing for her grew almost
insupportable. He could not rid him.
self Of haunting, ghostlike Margaret
that seemed to dog his steps and to
vanish whenever he turned his eyes
upon her. Her strong, active frame,
her clear eyes, her taunting mouth, her
musical voice, seemed to prevade his
atmosphere. and he felt them about
him increasingly.
sIt is simply because I'm q human
being" he told himself cynically
ssMy time has come for mating. My
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