The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-02-02

Yes, two or three people, but | am
more hungry now. Please take me-"
IF you will tell me why you have
treated me "a you have done aud say
you are sorry. perhaps | viii. You
must be very hungry to cry about it."
for | saw that her eyes, which had been
SO coldly defiant all the evening, We're
now full of tears.
Then, finding ourselves near to one
of the curtained recesses. which was
happily for the moment unoccupied,
drew her within it. Now tell me why
you were SO cross, and why you would
not dance with me- said. Il am
perfectly aware that l don't dance SO
well as Dakyn or DalrympIe'-
You knew quite well, 'sobbed Ella,
that | would-would-a hundred
times rather-d-d-dance with you than
either of them"
Then why would you not when |
asked your" ! inquired pertinently.
"Ag-g-girl surely has "a right to show
her displeasure when her-her Low
when you hadn't written to her for more
than a month" protested Ella, gradu-
ally getting the better of her sobs.
80 that's what's the matter with
your inelegantly rejoined. Then
may presume you had nothing to do
with sending the last letter | did write
back?"
Send your letter back, Georgel Are
you mad, or am l? You dear, good
old mani she resumed, when matters
had been explained, II am as sorry for
you now as l nave been for myself all
the time"
The place we were in was sufficient
ly screened and the band making
enough din to allow of our consummat-
ing the reconciliation in the usual low
ers' fashion. after which we went to
supper, and this time, though tho vi
ands had suffered considerably in the
interval, | found my appetite complete
ly restored.
80 it is not correct that you have
contracted an engagement with my
cousin during the period of my dis
grace?' inquired as we stood together
for the last dance.
"Certainly not, sir. Are You ready
Now, mind you don't hurry the time.
That was the most delicious dance
we ever had. When it was over, Ella,
who was staying with some friends in
the town, had to go. Her chaperon
was already yawnlng. II shall look
more sharply after my correspondence
in future, she said as she babe me
good night. Mind if Miss Skittles
fails in her duty. l am ready for the
staff corps and India"
How we should ever have got home
that morning, except for Natty For
wood, l do not know. Major Hardness,
the only good whip in the regiment.
who had driven us over, was far too
overcome by the heat of the room to
take the ribbons going home, and the
chief would not allow any of the young
sters to drive. The champagne, he
said, had been too good.
You must drive, Martindale." he
said.
II, colonel? l have never driven
four horses in my life"
Then you must get a man from the
inn"
But, to avoid this indignity, l ap-
| pealed to Nat. Like a bird, he said.
So we put the major inside with his
wife and the colonel and young Phipps.
who was already asleep, and Natty took
the reins. with Geraldine in her new
furs on the box beside him, while Mrs.
Colonel and L, with the other fellows,
got up behind them. And away we
went with lamps faring and horn toot-
ing and wheels humming through the
sleeping town and out into the open
country till the dawn overlook US and
put our lamps to shame. Nat fooled
us home in safety after a delightful
drive, and then the indefatigable youth,
though he had ridden four miles of the
%stiffest part of the Crackmore Vale the
preceding day and danced all night,
played nap until breakfast, after which
he accepted a mount with the South
Dorset, which met that morning at the
barracks.