Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-07-15
the u,,, and the fresh Afr IA cooling their hot

the up and the fresh air IL cooling their hot
cheeks. Below them the village lies look
ing so small, no small they can just descry .
few pigmy4ike figures in the dim distance.
The sun has surrendered up his mighty
power and Is slowly fading; the sky Is
painted fresh from natures paint-box with
strange bright hues, colors tIat would make
one start IN horror were they transferred TO
canvas. bot which rest 50 tremendously
against the summer sky. the clouds fioat on,
the soft wind blows, and the birds thank God
for II all.
Dallas has thrown himself down upon the
sward, his hat is of, his hands are idly pick
ing the long willowy grasses and as idly
dinging them away.
1T is well worth the walk to feel this air.
Is II notY" says the girl, turning eagerly TO
him.
Il should think 1t well worth the walk
were 10 as still as the tombs," says Dallas,
staring with half unwilling admiration Mt
her fair. happy face.
She sits down on the slope OF the hill and
looks with true naturc-loying eyes out at the
glorious sunset.
Miss Eleanor, don't you know it's very
rude TO turn ones back On ones com.
panionT
SIS itY'
Dallas slowly draws up his long length
from where he lies and comes towards her.
There Is room for me here is there not?
You have not asked me but l am going to
sit by you whether you want me or not"
She gives him a charming smile. IL want
you TO com and there Is plenty of room"
SO he throws himself down beside her and
gazes stealthily upon her face which Is fairer
TO him than the red sunset.
"Miss Eleanor" he says after a pause,
''may ] ask you a question:"
Certainly; only / do not promise TO an
swer IT,"
ut Is only that your sister says you have
an especial aversion to me. Is II trueY'
The carnation color he so dearly loves to
watch for has crept into her face, but her
eyes are turned away from him.
MY sister is a great meddler. She is al
ways putting her fingers into other peoples
pie"
'She said" he goes OH watching her mar
rowly, "she said you were not dltcdys so
rude to other men as you have been to me-
'Much she knows about IT," How ne
wishes she would let him see her eyes, but
iiiey are turned Tesc!G.e!y away.
''She says you are very fond OF Joe Allen.
Are your
what is it TO you II / amp Her voice Is
so low he can not catch the words. The
winds are fondly kissing the straying ten
drills OF her bronze, gold hair. She shall
turn her eyes TO his. lie is losing his rea-
son under this all unconscious coquetry.
do you dislike me, Eleanor. taking, az
he speaks, her small, shapely hand that lies
in all its ungloved prettiness upon her lap.
ANSWER me-, Nelly
Still no answer. She tries TO draw away
her hand but cannot.
Look at me. Let me see your face, child"
She turns, obedient TO his word, her face
upon him, her happy face with its soft, warm
color and great, innocent, truthful eyes
eyes which are working such havoc in his
heart ,
swered me-" he cries, more In earnest than he
has ever been in all his eight aud twenty
years.
But Eleanor starts away. A frightened
look chasing the happy color from her face.
could be angry with this girl long.
poor little girl. Has IL such a bad reputa-
tiOnY' he says, bending nearer and speaking
I'm that low carcssing whisper which has
MADE so many women crimson and turn
from his tender gaze.
Eleanor has flushed, too, but she does not
turn away. Not so very little. Five feet
i've Is not a bad height"
They are toiling up the hill now leaving
The village behind. 1t is wearisome work
enough, but then they are neither old moi
fat and they climb 1t manfully. The daisies
bow their little heads and die under :he girls
~slippered feet that tread remorselessly upon
them, but the blackberry vines give many a
resentful pull TO her muslin gowItN And
now they are rewarded, they have gahsee