Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-05-28
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golden CLINT on bis hair, or the sapphire
lustre Of his eyes, rejoicing in his beauty In
IN odd, half cynical fashion-or so Ii struck
me. Perhaps Jack Morris's dark sayings
had given my thoughts a twist out OF theiI
rational groove. 1 seemed to read In the one
handsome face, vanity instability, and treach'
cry, as the features grew under my brush,
and In the other hard, set determination,
and a will as immovable as flint. Perhaps II
was the day. 1t was so cold and gray and
cherries that / sincerely rejoiced when tho
sitting was over.
you freeze In here, Is It notg' eEked M.
Nicolas, appearing as | put my things in or
der. "Ah, well, 1t shall be remedied. You
make good progress" So we all parted to
meet again at dinner.
thought Jack Morris had quite decided
10 ignore the invitation, when at the last
minute he appeared to join me In the han
som. NJ. Nicolas, Of course, we found there
before us, and a nervous old lady-a Bos.
worth connection, come up from the country
TO chaperon two nieces, solid, dairy-fed beau
ties, who sat In their fine gowns side by side,
answering simultaneously when addressed,
and keeping a wary eye on their astonishing
relative, the Princess, like two barn-door
hens on a falcon. She troubled herself very
little about them or any one else but Jack
Morris, On whom she smiled her sweetest,
and who took her In to dinner. Ferendia's
greeting to his old friend was perfect, as also
his attention TO the Dowager Lady Bosworth.
There was also To complete the party a stray
curate, who looked infinitely perplexed by
his surroundings, and a rising young author
ess in a Worth toilet, who was kind enough
To take notice Of me. 1t was a singularly I'M
remarkable entertainment, and came TO its
end In due course We adjourned TO the
smoking room after, where Ferendia and
Jack Morris got up some animated talk about
old times, to which NJ. Nicolas listened de-
lightedly, and then went up stairs to the
drawing room just as the first OF the even
ing's guests arrived.
Jack wanted to stay, to my surprise. He
got into a corner and kept NJ. Nicolas beside
him telling him the names of every one.
There were sundry acquaintance, of my
W there, English chiefly, the smaller fry
OF diplomacy, though a big fish or two swan
In later On. There was a large and miscel-
laneOus assortment of foreigners, represent
Ing all ~natiOnalities with lmpartiality; with
a few s~tragglers from other sets In society,
who drifted together and looked about them
curiously. i left early, as / had another en-
gagement that evening. Getting home In
hes small hours, | found Jack sitting alone
In the dark at the open studio window, an
extinct pipe between his lips.
What are you doing there, old man?' I
inquired. "Moonstruckg'
That's II. Or l wish / could think So"
he answered, turning his face away from me.
'Jerry, my boy, how long do you mean 10
be about that job OF yoursY'
81 hardly know. l don't think the Prince
means to give me many more sittings."
Get out of that house with all speed, / tel
you. And IL you find YOU owe me any graft
tude for the warning, never betray that
gave 1t. It's a magazine of internal ma
chimes, and there's an explosion of some sort
not far distant"
What on earth are you talking about
Morris, and why need I 90 up In the general
smash?" 1 asked ~incredulously. "And
where does your private information com
from?'
Don't ask me. Take me at my word. No,
I'll tell you this much. The last time l saw
your Princess she was among the Nihilisl
conspirators that / saw on trial at Odessa
She was a poor work girl, the c~raftiest and
busiest OF them all. She had acted as a go
between, carried letters, distributed seditiou.
pamphlets, concealed dangerous goods in
her miserable garnet. Imprisonment for the
rest of her life was the sentence ON this
girl"
Doesn't look as IL 1t had been carried
out" l interrupted. why isn't she IN pris
on now?'
Listen. j happen to know that she never
went there. Don't ask me how. Her trial
was a sham, and so was her sentence. She
was a spy Of spies, a plotter among plotters,
and she Is at the same work herecn u grand
er scale, I'll swear"
'And FerenGia?"
IL imagine he's a tool, and q useful one,
with his good position In English and for
eign society. IL you ask how she comes Il
have met him and married him, and where
the Ferendia estates lie, or who finds the
money OF which they seem so flush, or what
they are all about iiere-l know no more
than | do of the component parts of dyna
mite. only know that when | suspect any
to be about l keep ~uncommonly clear of it.
THE Prince does not look the stuff OF
which conspirators are made" | hazarded,
thoughtfully. And his wife seems TO be-
devoted TO him." running over the improba
bilities that struck me in Morris's story.
THE Prince has all the will. If not the
needtul brains. Did not / tell you he lost
his appointment abroad through selling Gov
eminent secrets and being fool enough to lei
himself be found out? The company he Is
IN won't tolerate a mistake Of that sort, AND
his wife won't save him. Love him9 Idart
say she does, as some women love. Shed
take his kisses while she knew he had be
trayed her to destruction, or she'd hold hin
tight in q caress till his enemies overlook
him, one or the other.
~ hated him with the hate of hell;
But I loved his beauty passing we'll
There you have 1t in another form. Only
say unto thee, Bewarew
II shall have done with them Tomorrow
/ replied, and lefthim.
CHAPTER Nv.
The last sitting was at as late an hour a