The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1895-11-01

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OF gaining the laurel crown"
III you don't want to play with me.
Dalrymple cody. He IL q TAN, hand.
some, soldierly young man with dark
eyes and dark hair, and mustache a.
dark ~ either. There 10 no doubt that
the famous Carbyne temper runs
through his veins, too, % he stands
now looking at the dainty, disdainful
little maiden, who looks hack ut him
from under half closed lids.
ut isn't 30 much that" SAYS che.
slowly, ''as that would rather play
with Dicky. He IL never rude to me
when miss my balls"
"Do you mean that amt"
BY this time Mary Sylverter and her
brother have moved away; the latter
to adjust the net, the other to ret out
Of hearing.
"Well, not more specially then. than
at any other time, admit"
"Your imagination is your strong
point, beyond all doubt"
(which MEANS" wrathfully, "that I
Am telling an untruth."
ut means this only" fiercely, shat
don't believe I was ever rude to you
In my life. whatever you have been to
mer'
"Now, what's that, WONDER" says
essence Of politeness I suppose"
II say, you two!' calls Mr.. Sylvester
from the further end Of the court,
| sstop your spooning and come along,
will your We won't be able to zee
the net presently"
This mistaken speech Is as sue
cessful as IL 1t had really struck the
bull's-eye sQuarely. Beth Nell and
Dalrymple. after an inward strug-
gle, burst out laughing, and turned me-
chemically toward the place appoint.
ed them; and presently the game IL In
full swing.
"Ah!' says Dalrymple presently, al
most unconsciously, as Nell misses
rather easy ball. There is not re-
proach In his tone, nothing but regret
for her mishap; but she refuses to
read it. except in Its worst sense.
"There! knew how 1t would be-"
says she, flashing round at him.
That's why hate playing with you.
Just as IL you never missed ball"
II assure you, only meant that
II know very we'll, what you
meant. You needn't explain, thank
you. After all, II I'm not great,
strong. horrid man, it isn't my fault.
suppose"
you're tired think" says Dalrym-
pie, too considerably.
mo. I'm not. I'm going to play this
out, II only to be revenged ON you"
says she, with such IN absurd attempt
| at the vengeance threatened that Dali
rymple invollMtarily smiles. and adds
another sin to his already oyer-full
list.
Good gracious! Can't you spare
even five minutes out Of the whole
day." calls Sylvester Indignantly.
Whenever I'm In love, I keep my ten.
der speeches for the passages and the
stairs. Anything mere barefaced than
your behavior never knew In my
iife."
''Gc on" says Nell, giving Dalrym-
pie furious little push. whereupon he
sends an impossible ball into the very
furthest corner Of the court.
Fault" from Sylvester.
'"There! that's worse than anything
l ever did," snys Nell triumphantly.
And then What temper you're I'M"
After which the second ball drops this
side Of the net, and the score Is to the
enemy. And SO on throughout. Dial
rymple, feeling thoroughly put out,
plays villainously. Needless to say,
Dicky and his sister win the game.
Heats too much for you, old man."
says Sylvester, giving Dalrymple q
playful. II hurtful slap on the shout
der. "Never saw you do worse. And
as for Nelly, she surpassed herself.
ls that tea, ! see crossing the lawn?
Hurry up, Tompkins!" with an encour.
aging shout to the languid footman.
'You haven't been playing tennis,
have your
Upon this Tompkina does contiescend
to hurry, and arrives brentbless on the
scene with O rather overloaded tray
and broad grin.
"You pour out, Dicky; I'm thorough
"You pour out Dicky; I'm quite done
np." Gays Nell sinking upon q soft rug
spread orientalwise upon tho grass,
and making a place for Mary to sit
beside her; whereupon Dicky who Is
accustomed to being cast for this part,
manipulates the teapot with much
grace, while Dalrymple hands round
the tiny hot cakes.
"Now for you, Dalrymple," says
Dicky presently. "Tea. claret-cup,
brandy and sodaf Tea Of course"
NO; the other thing" laughing.
"Claret cup. thsns'
mo; the other thing"
File! fie" says Mr.. Sylvester, who
Is already provided with a goodly Cob
let Of that modern iIippccreue. "Nell,
you should keep an eye on him. New
er marry q man who can't find Satis.
faction in the simple, IL slightly mawk.
ish, tea"
"Dicky, dear. give me another cup"
sAys Miss Sylvester, ever SO mildly,
turning herself to give her empty cup
to her brother In such wise that he
alone can see her face, whereupon she
bestows on him 30 many mods and
becks without the wreathed smiles
that that simple-mtnded youth goes
|hopelessly astray.
whisper, meant to be confidential
"You look awful! Bless met! as now
his sister positively glnres ut him,
you're getting worse, aren't you? Try
some Of this" holding out to her his
brandy and soda. "Best thing out
for"
"Dicky! says his sister, in a tone
SO terrible that 1t reduces him to ST.
lence. Rising, she seizes him by the
arm and draws him toward the tent
where the tea has been plnced. Any
thing to get away from those other
two, who now must know that she had
besn making signs to Dicky to be ST.
lent. That luckless person still CON-
sumed with anxiety about her, fol-
lows her lead, pouring ont recipes all
the time In a loud and cheerful tone,
which he fondly but erroneously be-
lieves to be a delicate murmur.
Nell has risen, too. A flush Of an.
noyance has risen to the auburn curls
that encircle her low, broad brow.
"Going for strollT' asks Dalrym.
pie carelessly, glancinE up at her with
out q trace Of consciousness In his
face. Has he not heard. then? Miss
Fairfax examines him with judicial
eye, but fails TO detect q sign OF guilt.
He hears her scrutiny w't!ia,lt 90 much
as blink.
.To the gardens only, to get some
roses for dinner"
Better take me with you. II you
are going to make . descent on the
Bfarechal Niels there Is no knowing
, what may happen. McFarlane ID ca.
pable of murder where they are con.
icerned."
"You can come. II you like" says
she, indlfferently.
CHAPTER VI.