Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-07-08
CHAPTER TX.
TX.
what. my dear Lady Disdain. are you yet
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what; my dear Lady Disdain. are you yet
Much Ado about Nothing.
He does not look particularly pleased to
see them, nor In truth Is he, as he rises from
his lazily graceful posture and advances to
meet them. Helen has run forward with a
coquettish little smile TO greet him.
Where did You come from, Mr.. C;rewY'
giving him both her little plump hands.
"And what a Godsend you are"
lie smiles back at her AZ II his yoict' sounds
almost caressing. Mrs. Rodney does me
honor; l thank you for IT,"
but where did you come from, Carew p
says Parker. IL did not ex pect TO sec you
before Tomorrow"
II got in last night" returns the other
carelessly. 1T was so late% ! thought l
wouldn't knock you mp, so ! took a room at
the hotel over yonder-mean Ii tile place thai
IL is-and this morniSg, after finding you
out, ! came down here for q fish,, but j can
not say my success has been verJr brilliant"
Amen glances at Eleanor. III MY, IL this
be her manner with men III We lder she Is
called ungracious. She does not tven appear
to see Dallas, but stands there gu lite still and
silent. Nor does this handsome Mr.. Carew
seem in any hurry TO court her ia vor. Now,
however, he IN slowly toward b her.
Good morning, Miss Hathwell. -
Good morning, Mr.. Carew."
sand will you not introduce yo' hr friend?"
'Oh, pardon me. Mr.. Allen, M r. Carew."
Her voice is as frosty as il is ? ossible for
II TO be. Ii has taken away evei " iota Of
Joe's courage, but Mr.. Carew does not seem
to even notice it. He has stopped down to
pat Trico, who, recognizing him as a friend,
is ~jovially skipping about his legs.
Pray do not let us interrupt you, Mr..
Carew," goes on the girl in her eaam, even
tone. 1--WE will go farther on where the
fishes will not be able to hear our lhelodious
voices"
Il nave done fishing for today" says the
young man. at requires patience and that
is q virtue | do not possess"
What has brought that delicious smile 10
her lips and planted those ~bewtideTing DIM
pies in her cheeks? She has not hearS a
word he says; she is laughing at some fool
ish story OF the Professors. Dallas turns
away rather huffily.
Well" picking up his rodJ II must be
going. | shall not intrude pOn you any
longer. | feel | am dc trop here."
"Yes. we are paired off like white mice,
are we nOty' says Eleanor, half turning to-
ward him.
II fail to see the point of your smile,
Eleanor" says Helen, sharply. pray do
not 60, Mr.. Carew."
Make yourself at home, Dal," cries the
Professor from where he lies ut full length
upon the ground. THE more the merrier,
you know"
Dallas turns to where Eleanor is standing
alone, watching Allen who, a little distance
off Is 90 uarlv Uatharinp farms fnr xhich aha
has expressed a wish.
"Do you want me 10 stay?!"' he whispers,
bending over her.
1t does not matter to me In the least"
speaking with studied indifD renee. "Ah,
thanks, that is quite enough. Mr.. Allen"
Dallas turns away ard throws himself
down by Helen. Eleanor sits down and
begins to arrange her ferns, but she gives
random answers to the young man beside
her. She Is straining every nerve TO hear
what they are saying over there. How close
ly he bends over her, and his eyes plainly
show his admiration. She draws her string
50 sharply that her ferns are scattered at her
feet.
'How provoking! but ! don't want them.
| did not want them at first
Poor Allen is too crestfallen TO speak.
That his idol could show temper has never
occurred to him. Dallas turns half care
lessly.
Hand me those bits of green. please. All!
thanks. What a beautiful crown they make
for your hair" gently laying them as he
speaks against Helen's darkbraids. They
suit your style exactly"
Eleanor turns away, walking quickly down
10 the waters edge. The blue forget-me-
nets are growing thickly here, dear little
things, with their tiny iniOcent faces. The
girl looks back regretfuNy on those which
her high-heeled slippers have crushed To
earth. She pulls n very ew-no many, for
she can not bear 90 take them from their
cool, green homeland places them in her
hair: then bends over the stream that she
may Judge of the effect.
Are you e~nactiDg Narcissus, Miss NeliyY'
cries Ran.
She turns slowly. AS she stands there In
her soft gown, with one bare white arm
raised to hold her flowers in place, Dallas
muTIDuT5 invoiantarily.
"What q picture she would make! Gods!
Ii 1 had but the talentP'
Yes, would she not make a good picture
just as she stands" says Helen, who has
caught his words. Nell! Nell! we are go
ing to paint you as Venus rising from the
sea-"
Indeed! How compIimented Venus ought
to feel"
Il do not think so.' This from Mr.. Ca
rev. lie Is not looking at ha, but is regard
ing with earnest intentness the little rings
OF smoke that curl upwards from his cigar.
IL suppose you think l am the one TO be
complimented," says the girl, speaking cold
ly but rather eagerly.
Certainly; yes. Granting that you are q
beautiful woman, a fact, Miss Hathwell, 1
will not question, yet my ideal of Venus is
still more beautiful"
You think me very vain, no doubt" be
ginning to walk up and down with hot, an
cry cheeks, ''but I assure you I am not so
vain as you think. / have fallen into the
habit of making conceited speeches. / do
it mainly to shock Helen, but in truth
stopping short and looking earnestly at him
with her angry, lovely eyes-"I do not think
myself SO beautiful. / wish l was. l know
! am rude and disagreeable; l would like to
have some redeeming virtue"
Naturally; but you have al humble opin-
ion of yourself, Miss Hathweil."
IF l have, rest assured my opinion OF YOU
Is still more humble retorts the girl. She
has expected to be ~contradicted, but he
seems to agree with her.
stop Quarreling, do" says Mrs. Rodney.
"Ycu two have done nothing else all morn
ing"
Il have done, Helen. You need not be
afraid; Mr.. Carew's opinion is of too little
consequence for me to ask II again, so he
will be spared the pleasure OF telling me UNI
fiattering truths"
She seats herself and in a moment,Joe Al
len has joined her. She wishes he would
not, for she Is struggling to keep back the
angry tears, and 1t is such q bore to have to
listen to this foolish boy.
II have good news for you, Mr.. Carew,"
Helen is saying. There are rumors abroad
of a ball-a ball az Riverside. Will it not DO
delightfui?'
"very. But is 1t not q curious time of the
year for a ballg'
"Well, you see II Is in honor OF Col
Young's daughter, who has just married. ]
am very glad he does not walt till winter,
ior then I should miss il. I do not expect
to be here next winter"
And are you fond OF dancingy'
'Oh. l adore It; but you should see Nelly
dance. II Is her one great accomplishment"
II should like to see her In ball Dress" he
says refectively.
"You do not admire Nelly" says Helen,
settling herself comfortably for a tete-a-tete
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