The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-12-05
a ~6roublesom2 Girl.
By THE DUCHESS.
"For il go falls out

Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd
and lost,
Why then we rack the value. Then
we find
he virtue that possession would not
show lis
Whites it was ours"
1t is Il month later. And ~ yet no
idings have been heard of Eleanor
Fairfax. Lord Carbyne, proud. sensi-
i've, self-cCntaincd. has perhaps felt
he disgrace of his granddaughtar's
appearance in this unaccOuntahle
ashton more keenly than the actual
SIS of her. Immediately on the reCOg-
'ition of the fact that she was in
'eality gone. he had given orders TO
lose his doors To all visitors. and sad
it heart, if stubbornly Indifferent in
'eature, had awaited the end of this
TRANCE tragedy that had fallen into
MS life.
Not so Dalrymple. Half maddcned
ut first by the girls flight and silence,
here was still Il greater bitterness in
store for him, when thought had time
20 assert itself. With the first news
that hartford, too, had left his home
and gone, no II knew where, his
actual martyrdO1n began. Having as
"ertained that on the very morning of
Nelly's disappearance his supposed
Iival had also left his home, fear grew
INTO a certainty and with his brain on
fire and his pulse thrObbing, he had
follcwed the latter's movements from
lOrdon to Dover, from that to Calais,
n that still further south, to Italy,
arm there with absolute certainty
hartford had travelled alone.
ne relief was supreme, but yet
yould not destroy the traces that those
few terrible days and nights Of sus.
pcnse had laid on Dalrymple. He was
}eyer quite the same nan again. Not
20 young, for one thing; and always
q touch Of melancholy about him.
1t hardly detracted from his charm.
but 1t was there.
Those words Of Eleanor. uttered
with SO different Il meaning, had
ranked in his mind and borne him
fruit. You will speak too late"
and again, IAN you car say will make
no difference" He had not understood
this, filed "a he vas with n belief.
To him they pointed but one way, that
she loved hartford, and hat no warn
ing now could change the workings of
her heart. To her they had meant
that all the talk in the world could not
sever her from hartford so effectually
as DartfOrd's own conduct.
The inner of his proposal in the
the assured long OF it;
his free and easy attempt to embrace
her, with the too evident assumption
that the embrace would be welcome,
had all enraged her beyond forgive
ness and turned the very ordinary
liking she entertained for him into an
intense dislike.
But Of all this Dalrymple was neces-
Sarily ignorant, and those few days
and nights spent in pursuing hartford
were full OF an anguish, rage and do
sire for revenge, hardly To be equalled.
And at last, when the first and worst
fear was happily at an end, what still
remained? Only despair of another
kind. The girl could not be found.
The ~cieverest detectives in Scotland
Yard were called into requisition, but
all to no avail.
Il don't believe in these damned
modern police says Lord Carbyne,
leaning back in his chair, with the
quilted dressing gown wrapped round
his chilly. old form. What can they
do? Whom will they find? You can
pin your faith to them il you will, DIAL
rymple, but l confess I've Q got
your ensy-going spirit"
detectives are not naturally infal
lible. You must give them time says
Dalrymple, who has been inwardly
cursing them ever since tho day Of
Saly's flight.
"Tve given them a good deal, as Il
seems to me No; that child will not
come back! Good heavens, Noel! What
a terrible thing To happen 10 me in my
old age"
ut is not so bad for you as for me-
says Dalrymph, with a touch Of pas
sion, turning TO the old man q pale.
agitated face. "YCu never seem 10
realize that / loved her. How calmly
you say h will never come back.
tell you she will come, She shall.
My good fellow, what can you do?
Nothing. 1t Is oil over, Noel, believe
me. II she had a spark Of feeling for
any one Of us she would have sent Va
an anonymous line long ago; but you
see she has sent not so much as q
word. She is dead to us. l." (the old
man h~esitateS) perhaps I should have
told you before, something l said 10
her a day or two before she left us"
Dalrymple, after a sharp glance at
him, draws nearer.
1T was this says Carbyne, thrun-
ming nervously upon the table near
him, IL told her If she refused TO
marry you that would -er-disinherit
ber.,'
You dld!' says Dalrymple, and
then, as IL afraid to trust himself. he
refrains from further speech. Tn.
she should have been threatened with
him as a means of losing home and
fortune. 1t seems too cruel! In what
4 light has he been nlacedi Hmx mnrt