The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-02-19
DISAPPOINTED

Hugh Beverley never meant TO mar,
ry. He had been ofthat way OF think
ing for ten years or o now, and he
was at present six-and-thirty.
His sister, Mrs. Valentine, was there
fore quite safe in cOuntings so confident
ly upon his portion OF the Beverley
property going to her two little boys,
one of whom was his bachelor uncle's
godchild and favorite.
Hugh Beverley had nc earthly objeC-
ton to her thus counting. Only he
sometimes wished she would not
make her anticipations so visible. 1t
would be in better taste to veil them
more.
However, poor Clara had always
been rather worldly. And with
this reflection Beverley folded
that lady's letter-scented and sealed
with crest-and walked down the
stairs OF the little Tyrolean inn, where
he was temporarily stopping in his
wanderings, and out upon Uncovered
balcony, whichcommanded a view OF
thequaintly picturesque village street.
He had been sitting there with a
meditative cigar some little cine when
hurried footsteps reused him from his
r~everie, and he saw a slender slip of a
girl, very young, and looking very
frightened and white, hastily accost
thelandlord and speak to him.
The man gave some reply, and the
gIrl turned quickly, almost running UP
the street. Mine host sauntered into
the house and presently re-emerged.
"a bad 5usiness-a bad busInessl"
shaking ms head. THAT lady is very
ILL
.TThe mother of that young grip"
asked Beverley, putting two and two
together.
Yes; they have been here some
weeks The mothers been going rap
idly. Bad business-bad business,
The girl poor thing did not
seem TO fear anything serious. Guess
there isnlt much money either" con
einaea the man, eEideatiy on his own
interest in5eut-
no ars they-Americans," quer-
iBd Beverley.
les, Eaey countrywomen ofhis,
~ rather, the young girl was, for in
She c0rrse Of the night. the mother,
1880 T1aHzze Wac registered on mine
k0st 8 books, hrs. Robert Yentnor,
View York passed away, leaving her
daughter alone.
Beverley did not learn of the death
until the next morning.
lie was leaving his room, shen in
the hall, he came upon the landlord
and his wife, talking in slightly lower
ed voices, and with expressive shrugs
Of the shoulders.
A neighboring door stood open, and
q stark form, covered with q sheet,
within, told the tale. Near the bed
sat the young girl Of yesterday-mo-
tionless, with clasped hands and a rig
ia lace.
h0AO III At0itC5 w III 0hJ btlillk
WITH" said the landlord, with another
shrug OF the shoulders, to Beverley.
Good heavensI" the latter stood
appalled,; don't let that stand in the
way. I'll do anything that is to be
done.n
The landlord made a sign to the girl
inside the room, and before Beverley
could divine his purpose, she stood
before them.
This gentleman says he will pay
everything for YOU" announced the
man; there's something left on the
bill, too" he added in q lower tone.
He was really no harder and nc
worse than many Of his fellow-creat
ures; he simply had the bump o
acquisitiveness very largely develop
ed.
Beverley looked at the girl with /.
sudden deep pity. She stood tall ant
straight IN her shabby black dress.
She glanced UP at him with her larg
mournful eyes.
tThank you,n she sold. No muscl
oil her face moved.
r oor child! She is stunned, though
Beverley. The pale girlish face pur
&ued him all that day.
On the next day all that was morta