Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1889-03-09
C0L0NELQUARnCH,V.
By H. RIDER HAGGARD.

.-.~n commands homage. And 80 it came
to pass that he fell deeply and yet more
deeply In love with Ida, and that az he did
70 his connection with Mrs. Quest although
| re have sesn him but yesterday offering in q
passing ct Of Tenderness and remorse to run
away with herr became more and more irk-
Tome to him. And now a. he drove leisurely
hack to Rockingham, he felt that be had i'm.
psriled all his hopes by a rash indulgence in
bic trading instincts.
Presently the road he was following took a
turn aud revealed sight that did not tend
to improve his already irritable mood. Just
bare the roadway WAS hordered by q deep
bank covered with trees which sloped down
to the valley Of the Ell, at this time Of the
year looking It's ~loveliest In the soft autumn
lights. And here, seated IN q slope Of turf
beneath the shadow Of a following chestnut
tree, in such a position as to get q view Of
the green valley and flashing river, where
cattle red and white stood chewing the still
luxuriaut aftermath, was none other than
Ids hersslf, and, what was moro, Ida accom-.
panied by Col. Quaritch. They were seated
on camp stools, and In front Of each Of them
was an easel. Clearly they were painting
together, for evan e. Edward gazed the
colonel rose, anna up close behind his com.
panion's stool, made . ring Of his thumb and
first finger, gased critically through it at the
lsdy's performance. and then sadly shook his
head and made some remark, whereupon Ida
turned round and commenced an animated
discussion. ,5
Chang me,n said Edward to himself, 'if
she has not taken up with that COMPOUNDED
old military trump Painting togetherl All,
I know what that means. Well, ! should
have thought that II there was one man more
than another whom she would ave disliked,
It would have bsen that battered looking
colonel" He pulled up his horse and re-
dectsd for q moment, then handed the reins
to his servant. jumped out, and climbing
through . gap in the fence walked up to the
tree where the pair were sitting. So On
crossed were they in their argument that
they naither saw nor heard him.
'!:lt's nonsense, Col. Quaritch, perfect non.
sense. IL you will forgive me for saying so,'
Ida was saying, with warmth. at is oil
very we'll for you to complain that my trees
are q blur aud the castle nothing but a
splotch, but l am looking at the water, and
It I am looking at the water, it is quite i'm.
possible that I should see the trees and the
cowa otherwise than I have rendered them
on the any True art Is to paint what the
painter secs and as no sees It,"
Col. Quaritch shook bis head aud sighed.
'"The cant Of the impressiouist school, he
said, sadly: s'on the contrary. the business of
the artist Is t. paint what he knows to be
there" aud he gaged OoulplaceMtly at his own
canvas, which had the appearance of a spirit
drawing Of a fortified place, or Of the con.
tents Of O chIld's Eoah's ark, SO stiff, SO solid,
so formidable were its outlines, trees and
animals.
Ida shrugged her shoulders, laughed mer.
rily, and turned round to find herself face 10
face with Edward Cossey. She started back
and her iace hardeued-then she stretched
out her hand and said: ,"Idow do you doS' in
her very coolest tones.
"How do sou do, Miss de Ia Alollef' lie said,
assuming as uncorcerned an air as he could,
and bowling stiiiiy to Harold Quaritch, who
returned tae bow eliI went back to his can
vas, which was placed q few paces OF.
II cav you painting" went on Edward
COSBY, in q low tone, $50 I thought I wonld
come and tell you that / have settled that
matter with Nj. de la Molle."
"Oh, indeed" answered Ida, hitting
vtciously at q wasp with her paint brush.
"Well. ! hope that you will find the invest.
ment q satisfactory one. Aud now, If you
please, do not let us talk any more about
money, because ! am quite tired OF the sub.
joct." Then raising her voice, she went
on: "Coms here, Col Quaritch, and Mr..
Cossey shall judge between US" and she
pointed to her picture.
Edward glanced ct the colonel with no
aniable air. 81 know nothing about art, "
be said, sand lam afraid I must DO getting
on. Good morning." And taking of his
bot to Ida be turned and weuh
"Umph," said the COLONEL. looking after
him with q quissical expression, ''that gentle.
man seems rather short in his temper. Wants
knocking about the world a bit, I should say.
But ! beg your pardon, l suppose that he is a
friend OF you1s, Miss de Ia Moller'
"He Is an acquaintance Of mine." answered
Ida, with emphasis.