The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1893-06-23
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CHAPTER v.-CoHrINUED.
Your own? Your burdens? I sup
pose You mean Dennis Lorimer?"
That is one of the burdens I have
laid down."
Her face had suddenly grown as white
as the wall behind her, but her soft
musical voice remained perfectly
steady.
"You have. BY heaven, that looks
like it,
lie sent a heavy envelope flying
through the space between them. Ida
looked at it amazedly. 1t was addressed
to herself. She turned it slowly over
and over. The seal was intact. She
.ook calmly into her fathers angry
face.
THANK you, sir"
She got up heavily and walked to-
wards the fireplace,
Where are you going?" Mr.. Fair
banks asked. The tall back of his
chair hid them from each other, and
the exertion of turning himself about
was too great.
Il am not going anywhere"
TIC utuEu ii SOIt CTdchl1HR- "A
blaze sprang up in the open fireplace.
There was 4 smell of burnt paper afoat
in the air. She came back to her seat
quietly.
"You have burned it?"
"Yes, sir
Without reading it?"
you know that"
but 1t was love letter."
From a coward
"Why do you call him thats l
imagine l hate the Lorimers worse than
you possibly could do, but it would
| never occur to me to call any one of
them cowardly."
1T does occur to me. do not hate
Dennis Lorimer-at least, / did not
nevertheless, call him a coward"
"Why?>
She flung out her hands, with a
gesture of impatience,
bah! What detestable morning
this has been! Are you not ready for
| your game of chess, father?"
Mo. Let me hear what is going Oh
on the place.
She drew book from her pocket and
spread it open before him.. Her face
wore its most shllen expression.
| why do you not mount your horse
and ride over the place yourself, father,
if You care to know anything about ite''
| He made an impatient gesture. ''Shall
l have to repeat for your instruction,
! my soic.inly registered vow, registered
over your mothers coffin, girls"
Spare me! know 1t by heart. I'M
'becility-' She muttered the last word
between her teeth.
| Moreover, the time has gone by for
me to cope with the changed conditions
of labor. There is nothing but defeat
and humiliation left for the gentlemen
Of the old regime. Let the freed slaves
work out their own salvation, Oh the
rental system. It is not necessary for
INC to come in personal contact with
them. should never draw comfort
able breath if | was compelled to be a
daily eyewitness of the ruin that has
ovcrtaken Glenburnie. With you it is
different. You have no recollection of
its antc-bcllum glories''
Yes, with me it is different" said
Ida, bitterly: then she forced his wan.
dcring attention in the direction of the
forcman's weekly report, as set forth in
the book she had placed in his hand.
YES, yes. Doubtless it is all perfect
| " correct. What splendid business
man is thrown away in you, my daugh-
-er! Have we not had enough? The
accounts somewhat prolix."
| He concealed n yawn behind his large
| white silk pocket handkerchief, which
eShalcd n perfume more delicate than
| that of any of Ida's marketable flowers
She was relentless. He should hear
| her out.
II have not given you yet the num-
Der of sacks of seeds stored for the
| next planting. And Ralston says the
gin ought to be insured. l think he is
right
by all means insure it, then" He
was leaning back in his large chair, ca
| rcssing his handsome side whiskers with
! the hand that was ornamented with his
| largest solitaire.
by the way. Ida, what is the condi-
ton of orr CELLAR"
There is some sherry, claret and Ca
tawba downstairs
She did not tell him that the flowers
from her garden had been transmitted
into wine for his cellar
.Send claret up with my dinner, will
you?'
1t was 4 note of dismissal. He hand
ID her back the book in which she had
compelled him to keep tally while she
read from her own. Perhaps, during
the reading of it. it dawncd upon him
that Ida had rather a rough time of it
for handsome young woman" He gra-
ciously bestowed upon her an indulgent
smile: Not very lucid, but us clear,
suppose, as one could expect from a
woman and an uneducated foreman.
Pray, my daughter, give more explicit
directions about my mutton. It was
simply mess yesterday"
Ida took the book away from him and
put it back intu her own pocket. He
was smiling up into her face like child
who was vaguely conscious of having
merited punishment of some sort, but
stood in no feal OF its immediate inf1ic-
ton.
''What manner of man was this that
she was called upon to honor and to
obey?" 1t was not the first time that
she had asked that question in intense