Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-07-15

And quartered in her heart! He doth .espy
Himself loves traitor"
King John.
slave you known Mr.. Carew long?' asks
Helen.
Never met him before" replies her com.
panion.
1t Is Joe Allen who is speaking. Yes, he
has eaten his words, and after many pleasing
speeches has been received back into favor.
But II is not EleaHor's feet at which he is
lying; for the matter Of that he Is lying at
~nobody's feet, but is sitting tolerably up
right in cane chair by Mrs. Rodney. Flea
nor Is UP stairs; she has excused herself on
the plea that it Is time to get ready for her
walk-that innocent walk which has caused
so much discord. But she has not begun to
dress; she is sitting in the low window-sill
singiilg-not loudly-none but the butterflies
and honeysuckles can hear her song. She Is
singing for her w qualification. At
Helen's question her song ceases abruptly,
and she listens for the reply.
did you tell him how sorry we were to
miss hhv yesterday
"Oh, yes"
"What did he sayr
"Nothing-'sighed and looked unutterable
things" returns the other, with a smile at
his own Q~uiekness, but Helen does not even
know that he is quoting.
lie is rather given to that sort of thing,
isn't hep she gees on inquisitively.
Il am sure 1 Cont know" answers Allen,
rather bored.
WHAT need for Eleanor to listen any
longer? She has clasped her hand about her
head and the song goes on:
"Sceptre and crown
Must tumble dowD-"4
She MARBLES in a happy jovial voice, with
| no feeling OF compunction at this dread fate
which must sooner or later owrtake mon
archs-monarchs who must lay down their
coveted power unto q greater King than
they. But no such thoughts occur to Flea
| nor Hathwell as she sits Lere in, the broad
wiEdow-slll, the possession of which the
hOneysuckles are disputing with her, sitting
here singing her old time dirty; singing like
the birds from the mere gladnsess Of her
heart, glad to be living In this fair, green
eay.!, which God has given us.
The gate clicks noisily and a tall. a very
tall young man comes with rapid strides
! across the lawn. lie does not even see
! Helen and her companion. who, screened by
the thick vines, are silently watching him.
| He has lifted his eyes and caught sight OF
the girl in her bright dress and sunlit hair,
He comes quickly under her window, stands
there bare headed, while the sun lights up
and fingers ~caressingly upon his closecut
red-brown hair. She has not turned away
with mock indifference; she is leaning out
and her face wears a glad, happy smile.
Not readyg' says the young man re-
proachfully, land it is past five now"
But il Is so warm to Dress" she returns.
do yoa-' speaking rather douIbtfully, "do
you think l might come as ! amy
''Of course. Why should you notY'
"Well, then in one moment Twill be with
you"
SO she does not remove the plain gown,
over which many summers have passed, but
she ties a large, coquettish hat over heI
sunny hair. and with q glance at her w re-
Election joins him.
"What a guy you do. look" Helen says
sharply, as she passes; but the girl pays nc
heed.
Dallas Carew finds a strange, uneasy
pleasure in strolling along with this girl on
this warm afternoon. He half wonders al
II. He feels so thoroughly content. And
why should he? He frowns heavily ut the
thought.
"What is the matter?' says the girl, look.
| Ing at him puzzled. This Is not an even
ing for frowns."
s'rhen 1 will not frown any more but you
must help me not to-you must talk to NJ
and amuse me you know" smiling down al
her up-turned face.
I'm short, / must play the kings fool
she cries. half angrily. 1.-THE king is weary
to-day; he calls for his jester; thanks. Mr.
Carew, but I decline the position"
Dallas laughs. 'Well, WI must not quar-
I ss;. Arc ycs such an nnamIabie child thai
i you quarrel with every one. or is It espcciel
ly reserved for mey'
~ don't know" she says thoughtfully. ~
don't believe Pm very amiable, but ct home
they think I'm too lazy to quarrel"
Are you lazyy'
Every. 1 never do anything. I make Z
rule Of never doing to-day what ] can put
on till tomorrow"
IAN excellent rule to carry you through
life,D he says lighting . cigarette % b.
speaks.
sWhy don't you ask me IL 1 object Il
smoker she says a. he takes his 6rst puf
with evident enjoyment.
Because / know you would say yog
didn't There waD no uso OF asking"
II hate it" she cries. ''Throw II away
this moment"
Mr.. Carew 10 not In the habit Of belns
spoken to in this manner He gaxes at her I
moment and then filings the offending weed
away.
"Ah, certainly" he says ooolly. 'After a
] can not say your manner are much ahead
of mine, Miss Hathwell."
But / make no pretenslon 70 good man
nen," she says coming . little closer 10 him
and looking up with . charming smile. n
am noted Tor being tho very rudest girl IN
Christendom."
He had recovered he geoa hunos. VII