Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1891-07-23

woman. That was when he was q
poor artist and before he had in
herited the Grange and its vast es-
tates. Though she loved him as well
as her shallow nature would permit,
she cast him aside for q richer man.
Richard Tremaine was not the man
to wear the willow, but he never
trusted women afterwards. and al
ways seemed to shun their society,
rather than court it.
The clock chimed seven, then the
quarter past. The shadows in Mas
ter Dicks study were deepening and
he rang for lights.
II want a good look at him-her, I
should say. say Thomas" sudden
~, to the servant who was just retir-
ing, "if a boy asks to see me tonight,
show him in here"
"At last she cometh," as the door
bell peals loudly.
"a young lad wishes to see you.
SIR" announced Thomas.
The young lad" enters.
Good evening, Sir"
"Good evening, my boy" with
slight emphasis on the boy. "1s there
anything l can do for you?"
eyes sir, please, a-young lady sent
me to ask if you would please give her
some roses for the festival tomorrow
night" The lads voice trembled per.
ceptibly, and the truth is he would
have given all he possessed if he was
safely out in the open air, and pair
ofpiercing, quizzical eyes were not fast
ened 50 steadily on his dusty face.
And did he imagine or did he really
discern shadow of smile quivering
over that dark, handsome face.
"When I was a l;ttle boy" says the
master OF che Grange, fitting back
coolly in his chair and elevating his
feet, my mother taught me to take
off my hat when entering a house"
Mr.. Tremaine had the satisfaction
OF seeing the small face dyed scarlet.
Quickly a small hand is raised as
though to remove the hat and as
quickly falls.
"If you please-sir, l haven't got
any mother"
"Poor boy" compassionately,
"what is your name?"
"My name?" in frightened voice,
~ haven't got-oh. Petey-Petey
Green, sir" desperately.
"Well, Petey," said the master OF
the Grange, in rather suffocating
voice, "you would like to have some
roses would you? Very we'll; follow me-"
ooh dear-oh dear!" groans Petey,
inwardly, II would give ten millions if
l never had been born"
CA no thooo tho racoo pofoyyo0 ocEoH
Mr.. Dick.
II don't know, sir. / guess the
young ladies may come after 'em, sir.
Iguess I'll CO."
"No, Petey, you may as well wait
for them; I'll have them ready in a
minute, besides the girls would laugh
at you if you went back without
them," in q peculiar voice.
OF course 1t is bv accident. but as
Mr.. Iremalne turns, his arm brushes
against Petey's cap, and Petey's cap
falls to the ground.
"With a low, agonized ooh" Petey
puts both dirty little hands. to his
head. 1t is no use. A profusion of
long, yellow curls tumble around his
shoulders and very much give Petey
the appearance OF a girl.
"Why, Petey." exclaimed Master
Dick, his dark, stern face the picture
Of surprise, "what beautiful curls you
have-just like girl"
Every drop of blood in Mamie's
body rushed to her face. She tries to
look Indifferent, but her face is so hot
that it forces the mortified tears down
her cheeks.
"Oh, you great, Zig disagreeabIe
man, hate you'll"
To save her life. Mamie cannot keep
the hot passionate words back, for
he stands regarding her silently, a
tantalizing smile cufving the lips
which the immense black mustache
does not entirely hide.
"There, now, I am sure you are g.
girl"
Poor Mamie's modification is too
deep to heed the remark.
Throwing herself on g. rustic bench,
she gives vent to her modification in
flood OF tears.
Mr.. Tremaine now begins to think
that probably he went too far. That
the girl is nearly crazed with shame he
can plainly see.
"Come. Miss-Petey, do not cry
So"
The hated name only augments her
misery.
miss Mamie" using the right name
this time, "you really distress RE. If
you say nothing about this little cpl
soie, am sure never shall. over
heard you planning it this afternoon,
and could not forego the temptation
OF confusing you a little. Really, l did
not think you would take it 80 to
heart, or would not have unmasked
you"
'Did not think I would take it so
to heart! You must think am in the
habit of going around in-in-boy's
clothes!" flashed Mamie, raising q
pair of swimming blue eyes wrathfully
to his dark grave ones.
"Indeed, no, Miss Mamie, I did not
mean to imply anything. Besides, I'll
never know you when you get petit
coats on, there will be such a change"
he said consolingly.
II never thought of that" a reliev.
ad lob onmin0 into the hlua avaa