Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-02-11
HIS RIVAL.


girl" thought Mr.. Eugene Lorillard,
dow Of the hotel at which he had been
standing. and from which he had been
gazing at dainty little figure in plain
white lawn that went fitting down the
board walk toward the beach and tie
sparkling waves in the distance. IL
really wish some of our girls in society
were half as pretty. as simple-hearted,
or as womanly. Girls? We have DO
girls! In society women are only
ladies, and how tired one gets of them!
But pshaw! a man can't marry out OF
his set and must proceed to forget
Miss Amy Fcllowes as speedily as
possible, especially as she tells me that
she goes away from here next week,
anyway
And in order TO facilitate this effort
Of memory Mr. Lor;llard picked up his
hat, crushed it hurriedly on his hand
some blonde head and FASTENED out
that he might oycrtake the disappear
ing figure of the pretty girl in white
lawn.
She was picking mp pebbles from the
beach and letting the silyery sand slide
through her slender brown fingers
when he came alongside of her.
lis is true that you are really going
TO run away from MS. Miss Amy, so
soon9n He asked as he flung himself
down on the sand beside her.
Amy Fellowes started slightly, aud
her pretty pcach-bloom cheek flushed
deep pink as she looked up at him
with great gray eyes that were deep
and dark under the shade Of her wide
brimmed bat.
Yes she said. In her simple. direct
manner. my holiday is over. Ii has
been very pleasant-the most SO Of any
! l have ever known. | never was at the
sea side before. and | am here now
] only by the kindness of Miss Gibson.
She was patient Of papa's, YOU know,
and rs she had to stay at our house a
| few DAYS after her accident she in
sisted on giving me holiday when
she was well enough TO come here, be-
cause she faucied / was tired and
needed IT. don't know that | did,
for was not more tired than usual.
aud am always busy; but have GER
tainly enjoyed my holiday. But |
must go home tomorrow. because
mother needs me. Poor, dear mother!
She's more in need Of holiday than
was and not likely TO get ii either"
she added. with sigh.
Then, quickly bethinking herself
that her family affairs might not be in
tercsting to Mr.. Lorillard, she turned
the conversation on other subjects; and
though he would really have preferred
to keep her to the affairs of her own
personal history, Eugene found it inn
possible to make her talk any further
about herself.
lie already knew from Muriel Glib
son, who belonged to his own set"
aud was. indeed, far-of cousin, how
she had been thrown from her horse in
/ front of Dr. Feliowes house: now size
had suffered severely from her fall.
and how "littie Amy" as Miss Gibson
called her, had tended her with the
| devotion Of sister-''only no sister
was ever so sweet and unseliish before"
and the patience of an angel; and how
she declared pain, the worry, the cnnui.
| and misery OF those three days would
| certainly nave brought on brain fever
| but for the tact and cleyerucsss of the
! doctors little girl. 1t was but small
return that she was able to make in
carrying of little Amy" for brief
rest beside the summer sea.
All this was on Mr.. Lnrillard's mind
on the next day when he held Amy's
brown little hand in saying ''Good-by'
to her, and perhaps more as he met
her wistful, farewell glance.
How | wish might write to you
occasionally, | don't like to think that
our acquaintance stops here" he said,
suddenly lowering his voice, and feel
ing almost as il some Que else spoke
the words. they came So unexpectedly,
aud he was the moment before so un.
conscious of any intention to speak
them.
20, I should love to- exclaimed
Amy. rs ler peach bloom decpcned I
rose-pink II never wrote TO {
gentleman. aud | think IL would be
fun"
! And then there was piercing shrek
from the steam whistle. call Of "Ail
on boardr' and Eugene had just time
to press her hand again. TO wave his
hand in good-by, aud hurriedly scram-
BILE over the gang-plank while il was
already being drawn away from the
moving boat.
Il wonder il ought to write first. ="
thought Amy when she had been home
about week. "But no, that couldn't
be right, for Mr.. Lorillard said he was
| going to the mountains in few days,
and wouldn't know where to direct
my letter. If he really wants to write
to me he knows my address. Perhaps
it was only just his politeness, after all.
City folks arc so queer! They seem
to think they must say lots of polite
things they don't mean Que bit. |
don't think it is really polite at all"
Aud, with sudden, unaccountaDie
feeling Of depression, Amy began dust
ing and tidyipg the little parlor.
Ii was the finest little room, but
natural taste and love of the beautiful
bad enabled the girl TO give it touch
Of real elegance.
There's letter for you, Amy" F"
| said DIR. Fe!lowes that evening as he
sat down 10 tea. II believe I've been
carrying it around in my pocket for
several days. It's such new thing
for YOU t. have letters that | came
near forgetting all about it.
'.Oh. papa, how could your ex-
claimed Amy reproachfully, as she
snatched at the letter held out across
the tea table.
why. child, were you expecting it?'
exclaimed DIR. Fellowcs, as,onished al
her eagerness.
Not exactly expecting it," said
Amy. while her color dcepened to a
crimson blush; '.but rather thought
there might be letter for me-"
And she hurriedly tucked it into hei
belt. having first seen that the hand
writing was of large, bold. masculine
sort, while the postmark bore the name
Of the mountain region she had heard
Mr.. Loritard spcaa "a.
well. dear. why don't yon read il,
now you've got it?" asked Mrs Eel
loves.
There's no hurry--it will kecp!'
said Amy. with much apparent care
lcssncss.
But her appetite was very small
that evening, and she refused all in.
vitaiions to a second supply OF any
thiug-cvcn the cup of tea, for which,
she had quite fine lady's liking; aud
then. with some mnrmured words OF