Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1894-11-09

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his lie.
1T is written for a tenor voice, mon
s1eur. 1T 1 not a young jady's song"
Yet 1 have often heard young ladies
sing 1T, and very badly, too"-remem-
boring how he mad hated it at Richer
den dinner-partics.
look which he answered by another.
VI will try my best"
Lit was a simple little song: most peo-
pie have heard it done to death" in
many a drawing.room-"My Queen"
This girl sung it in her pretty foreign
Engllsh-not broken English, but Of
course with a slight accent, which
rather increased the charm-sunr it.
not l~mpetuously, but with a tender re-
serve, her China roses slowly growing
into crimson nes as she did it, till at
last she seemed to forget herself in
When and how shall / earliest meet her?
What are the words that sho first will
say?
by what name shall 1 learn to greet her?
know not now 1t will come some day.
with TINS selt-sames sunlight shin.ns upon
Shining down on her ringlets' sheen
She is standing somewhere; she will
She TINT 1 wait for-my queen, nv
.cea.
Will not dream of her tail and stately;
She that j love may be airy aud light.
j Will not say She must speak sedalely;
Whatever she does. it will sure be right.
she may DO humble or proud. my lady.
UT mat sweet calm which is just be-
But. whenever she comes, shc will find me
ready
TIC do her homage my queen. my queen.
But she must be courteous, she must be
holy,
Pure. sweet and tcnder. tho girl I love.
Whether her birth be humble or lowly
L caro- no more than the angels above.
Ana IN give my heart to my lady's keep
And ever hcr strength on my own shall
lean;
And tho stars shall fall and the saints be
weeping,
Ere I cease TO love her-my quoe,. my
queen.
"Thanks," said Roderick, in English.
1t was u mere word, scarcely audible,
the briefest and most commonplace
acknowledgment, yet it seemed to i'm
ply the gratitude, the benediction of
q lifetime, given from the man to the
woman whom he at once recognizes as
the woman sent by heaven (if he has
! ewes to see and strength to accept and
hold herr to be to him his "helpmeet, /"
his Joy, his crown, and his salvation.
The feeling was so sudden, SO SOL
emn, SO overpowering that he never
attempted TO fight against it. Without
another word he withdrew from the
group-.rom her, even: indeed, it
seemed easier to watch hcr from a
distance than to speak to her-and
waited till the mother and daughter
SHOULD retire, when he was determined
to find out from NJ. Reynier all about
them. At this moment-it was almost
ridiculous he actually did not know
their names.
Another half hour-spent Roderick
scarcely knew how. except that he was
talking to half a dozen people and
Watching n other person all the
ing him with the usual distant bow.
He had half extended his hand. Eng
lish fashion, but happily drew it back
in time.
.Au revoir, monsieur" responded
the mother, with q courteous smile;
but the daughter merely bent her head
without u word.
a charming pair" observed Nine.
Reynicr, after they We're gone. "My
husband thought you would like to
meet them. Mademoiselle speaks En-
glish so we'll"
"~Perfectly."
And vet she has never quilted
Switzerland. Her father lived in the
very heart of the Alps; q most learned
and amiable man. but eccentric. He
left them poor. She is obliged to teach
to give music lessons-this dear
Mademoiselle Silence"
what did you say: What is her
name::" cried Rodericls. feeling all
tie blood rushing to his heart-to his
face.
1T is an English name. 1 will call
my daughter to pronounce it English
fashion"
And with an amazemcnt that ever
amounted to awe Roderick discovered
that this girl-the first girl in all his
life who had won from him a second
thought-was his cousin; very distant,
but still q cousin, and another Silence
Jardine.
In his ouixotic search he had done
nothing-had almost forgotten whu,
he meant to do: yet hero was all done
for him. With Il feeling as of q
man pursued by fate -blind, irresisti.
BILE, and yet most blessed fate-he.
without asking a single question more.
got away as soon as he could. Ones
outside that door. and away from
everybody's sight, he rushed almo t
staggering as he went, down to the
water-side, and spent an hour there
walking wildly to and fro in the moon
light the wonderful, sweet moonlight
bright as day-which poured itself il
silver glory over the smooth lake ant
tho sleeping town.
CHAPTER III.
That one hour of passionate pacing
up and down under the stars seemed t.
have made a man of him: like the sol