The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-08-20
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lightly m~isconstrued.
And now, pacing the shingly beach,
she knew, at last, that another reel
ing, stronger and deeper than prize
alone, urged her to fly from his pres
ence.
Elf | could only leave here. she
was saying to herself, with a KIN OF
passionate rebellion against her fate
..If I could only be free from the pam
of seeing him, and-and knowing that
he belongs to a different world from
mine! If I need never again bear
that woman's petty stings n sIurS'
But, there!" checking her wild fever
ish ~longings with a grim little smile
of recollection, what am saying? L
must earn my daily bread, and Lou
Harding, with all her mean little
~tyrannies, gives me the chance to do
that. No, no; l must stay on and con-
tinue to bear it. Where else could l
! go?-what could do?
What a pleasure to see you at last
Miss Weir" broke in a cherry maScn-
line voice upon her excited reyerie.
And, turning, she was face to face
with Hugh Mansfield, who extended
his hand with a frank, glad smile that
lit up his dark face most wlnnlngly.
What must one do" he went on, in a
tone half jesting, half serious, "to OBJ
tain an occasional audience OF your
majesty? l will do anYthing-only tell
me. Do you know" quite earnestly,
that you have not allowed me the
chance to speak one word with you in
three whole days."
Indeed! How you must have sut-
fered!" she retorted, lightly, her care
less tones just tinged with irony, and
she hastily withdrew the hand she had
permitted to merely touch his for an in
slant. but l am not in society, you
know" she added. fearful that he
might guess the real truth, land have
duties which keep me quite busily oc-
cupied. Even now" she added, glanc-
ing toward the widows cottage, Il
must be going. Mrs. Harding"
"What! you don't mean to say you
are going the moment l am so fortu-
nate as to find you?" he interrupted.
with a rueful countenance, indeed.
II must" she retorted lightly, as she
moved away. Then, glancing back
indifferently, she added, with a careless
smile and nod, Good evening, Mr..
Mansfield"
"Jove! how she does manage to cut
me short whenever l try to talk with
her." muttered the young millionaire,
gazing after the light, vanishing form,
with a puzzled frown on his handsome,
dark face. why does she do it, I'd
like to know? Is it pride, or-what?
No other woman ever tried, or cared,
to keep me at such an icy distance, I'm
sure. But she is so different from all
others, in every way! Just "a glance
from those deep, cool gray eyes, and
then she is gone. All! my fair. proud
Leslie"
He walked up and down the beach
for a time. h~alf-hoping she might re-
turn. But she was not visible again;
and three hours later Mansfield was
smiling and uttering his meaningless
compliments to the fashionable women
who thronged about him with their
sweetest smiles, while his thoughts
were forever drifting away to a fair,
proud face with gray eyes that seemed
to be gazing upon him with their
mocking light from the far-of, frozen
pinnacle of an iceberg.
Mrs. Lou Harding had CHANGED to
witness that brief interview on the
beach and a startled, uneasy look
flashed into her glitterfng black eyes.
I'm have to get rid of that girl, l see
that she muttered vindictiyely draw
ing her breath hard as she watched
them from her window. ''She is lovely
in her old style-dangerously so; and
it'll be impossible to keep her in the
background any longer. now that he's
insisted upon having an introduction
to her. | won't mention this affair, oil
course, but I'll find some good excuse
for d~ischarging her before W days
have passed / would die before
would admit that | looked upon her as
a rival"
Mrs. Harding kept her word. And
when, after several days had passed
without a glimpse Of Miss Weir, Mr..
Mansfield made some inquiries concer.