Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1895-02-22
CuAPTER XIII.

Tonight! Pleasant people,, you SalU.
"And clever people from Edinburgh
and London, visitors in the house. Lady
Symington brought one or i've of them
to call here to-day. l liked them"
"And l nm sure they liked you, my
darling" said Rodcrick. with a tender
pride. We'll, it will be rather nice to
60 back for an hour or two to the old life,
and rest ones ears from the endless buzz
of machinery. Though l am fond OF ma
chincry." added he, hastily and chcerily.
cit is like presiding as a temporary provi-
dcncc over n cosmogony of ones own
making: taking care that all the wheels
are kept going; doing onc's utmost. and
waiting calmly for the final result, as one
must in all things. Yes, L enjoy my work,
and l mean to enjoy my play, if l an
not too tired"
He had come in very tired-he often did;
but, refreshed with tea and tender words,
had now begun dressing for the Syming-
ton dinner. putting on his diamond studs,
brushing out his curly hair, and his wife
could see he rather liked the proceeding.
He was n young man still.
She was young, too-not at all above
the pleasure of making herself pretty
as he told her she looked in her white
wedding dress, with her wedding veil
transmitted into n shawl. He admired
her-thcy mutually admired one another
and took a childish pleasure in the
same.
II wish l could give you n carriagc,"
sighed Roderick, as he muflcd her i'll
hood md plaid for the ten minutes walk
under the fir woods, through the clear
frosty December night.
II am content Aith my own two feet,
dear. Lady Symington offered the car
'liagc. hui l declincd."
quite right. The poorer we are the
more Independent we will be. Always
stick to the principle, Owe no man any
thing"
Except to love one another" Silence
added. gently. II can't help loving her
that sweet old lady-howcver rich she is.
And she is so cheerful, too. How she
laughed at my thick boots, and showed
them to the two young ladies she had
with hcr-most gentlemanly young ladies.
who dress almost like men, and pity
themselves for being only women! Now.
it may be very conceited of mo, dear,
but | never wished to be n man in all
my lifc!'
..1'hank heaven for that" said Rodcr-
.ick, with such energy that they both burst
out laughing, and so started merrily, Ian
tern in hand. through the solemn iir-wood,
and across the open, breezy, star-lightcd
moor.
Silence chung to her husbands arm.
"This feels like the old days-thc days
when you used to walk home with us at
night She paused, and then continued
In the low smothercd tone which he had
learned to understand now. Ibid you
ever think then that l loved you-that
it was heaven to me just to walk beside
you for a quarter of an hour? AND now
we walk together always-through life
into eternity. MOL shall not lose you
even there"
He pressed her little hand nearer his
heart, but said nothing. They walked on
watching the round, red moon, which was
creeping up slowly through a cleft in the
hills. Neither said, "How beautiful
just rs neither said, 81 am happy" but
they knew it without speaking.
SO they reached, two humble pedestri.
ans, the Symington hall-door.
care you afraid?" asked Roderick, as
they paused TO let n carriage pass them
the Castle Tore carriage, full of very
Respondent McAllisters.
Not afraid of my host and hostess
but very much afraid of the butler. the
fOOImHu. anu lllC SlOOlll VA II SAoAA
bcrs."
Nevertheless, let us face even Them
said Roderick, gayly, "for l am deter
mined to have a pleasant evening"
1t felt like it when, having passed
bravcly through the ordeal of the en-
trance hall. they found themselves in thu
fine old drawins-room. rich with thu
relies of a dozen generations of Syming
49, .tz., S;v Tn1,u and hiS V,ifa ro
ccived their guests.
There was once a popular'song, "If
had a thousand n year." wherein TIN
singer described what he would do Will
that noble income-countcd but II smal
one nowadays. But ten thousand q yea,
what could one do with that? l thinl
precisely what Sir John Symington did
a rich man, of cultivated tastes. witt
every right to crafty them. KNOWN;
enough of sorrow to humble his heart to
ward God and soften it toward his neigh
bor: gifted with not only the power bu
the will to do good, and having lived lon
enough to reap the fruits of an honorable
youth in n calm old age; such IL man is
spite of his riches. not unlikely to ente
the Kingdom of heaven. Ay, even in thi
world. as you could see by his %contente,
look and quiet. stately bearing. The
were lnuceu uulte IL picture, tuS Ol
couple: he tall and thin, she round an,
rosy, with 81 cheek like n girl. and IL smil
like IL child. as they came forward to NEE
the young couple, to whom life was onl
at its beginning.
Thine own friend, and thy father
friend. forsakc thou not MIR. Jardint
it is kind of You to come here to-day.
hope it will not he the last time by man
that Blackhall honors Symington by ell
tering its doors"
These words. spoken with antique fol
mality. and i'll rather loud tone-Sir job
was slightl: deaf-werc heard by ever.
body. Everybody saw. too. how Lad
Symingtcn kissed Mrs. Jardine on bot
cheeks. foreign fashion in cordial we
come. This might have been chance. O
wire and kindly intention, but it had il
effect. The MacAlisters, and all til
other neighbors, came forward ut one,
ignoring both the poverty and the mil
work, ard added their greetings. Thes
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