The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-10-31
a 6%roub|esomQ Girl.
BY THE DUCHESS.
BY THE DUCHESS.
The light that lies
In woman's eyes.
Has been my hearts undoing."

Outside the world is in a blaze OF
glory, although now the sun is pre-
pairing to abdicate his throne. The
day is wonderfully still, scarce Il muir
muir coming from land or sea to break
the calm. The very intensity Of the
heat seems to haye rendered all Nature
silent. AS silent indeed as the All
Mother can be. Yet if you lend your
ear and give your whole mind to it
and conquer the first thought that
roise at last is dead, then you will
hear the chirp of the g%rasshopper, low
buried in the turf beneath your feet;
the rustic Of small leaves: the signing
of faint breezes that but yesterday
rushed madly through the field and
wood, and now lie bound and chained
all which things, with many others,
do make up the music of the world.
Afar off toward the west the eye
rests upon the sunset, more exquisite
than any dream. Dying truly, but
most lovely in it's death. The rich
gold Of it spreads like a sweet cur
tain half across the sky. Down below
the ocean,. placid and tr%eacherOus as
ever, while on the grassy slopes which
hang over it, sheep nibble at the short,
sweet heritage, looking in the distance
like mushrooms dotted here and there.
Mr.. Sylvester, in a respondent suit
of fiannels, waves aloft his racket as
he shouts to one afar:
"Pvesgot EN-. I've brought EN-. Now
for aflicking!"
J 2i'hat depends" says Col. Dalrym-
the one addressed. rising with
'ty. suggestive of surprise. from
position upon the grass. He is. in
1 fnpi mora fhan ,p,r,npJy s,,ypr;saI ot
the fact that Nell has consented to
come out and play Il game with him.
In truth they had played a very in
different sort of game in the morning,
in which many unpleasant words had
been used. where. IL usual. he came
off anything but conqueror.
You'll see. my tine fellow says
Dicky. Mary and | will play you and
Nell, and make you sing as small as
any robin"
"Oh. nor says Nell, quickly. You
and /. Dicky. I'm sure, Dicky.' in a
wheedling tone. I'm not so very bad"
Il decline TO go into the morality of
the thing" a Y Mr.. Sylvester. Sc
verely. Even if you are as black as
you're painted far be it from me To be
one to point out your glaring defects.
Still. rs Il tennis player, ! will admit
you leave much to be desired, whereas
D~alrymple leaves nothing. See?"
Il think you might try me this
once she, in a voice not
meant for the others.
Your prediction for my society"
returns Mr.. Sylvester. in a loud ard
cheerful tone. lis iattering in the eX-
IRENE. But if we are to play to win,
my good child, permit me to say that
you and l against Mary and Dalrym-
pie would not have the vaguest chance
of gaining the laurel crown"
IF you don't want to play with me,
Eleanor, why not say so ut once" says
Dalrymple coolly. He is a tall, hand
some, sOldierly young man with dark
eyes and dark hair. and a mustache as
dark as either. There is no doubt that
the famous Carbyne temper runs
through his veins, too. Is he stands
now looking at the dainty, disdainful
little maiden. who looks back at him
from under half closed lids.
1T isn't so much that" says she,
slowly, 'as that l would rather play
with Dicky. He is never rude to me
when l miss my balls"
do you mean that | amp
BY this time Mary Sylverter and her
brother have moved away; the latter
to adjust the net, the other to get GU
of hearing.
well, not more specially then, than
at any other time, l admit"
Your imagination is your strong
point, beyond all doubt
(Which MEANS" w~rathfully, that l
am telling an untruth.'
1T means this only" fiercely, that
l don't believe l was ever rude TO you
in my life, whatever you have been to
me-"
Now. what's that, ] wonder" says
she, with a little scornful laugh. "The
essence of politenesS oppose
Il say, you two!' calls Mr.. Sylvester
from the further end of the court,
stop your s%pooning and come along,
will you? We won't be able to see
the net presently"
This mistaken speech is as sue
cessful as if it had really struck the
bull's-eye squarely. Beth Nell and
Dalrymple, after an inward strug-
gle. burst out laughing, and turned me-
chanically toward the place appoint
ed them; and presently the game is in
full swing.
"Ahr,' says Dalrymple presently, al
most unconsciously, as Nell misses a
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 it's worst sense.
There. l knew how 1t would be-"
says she. flashing round at him.
That's why l hate playing with you.
Just as if you never missed a ball,'
Il assure you, / only meant that
81 know very well. what you
meant. You needn't explain, thank
you. After all. IL I'm not a great.
strong, horrid man, it isn't my fault.
l suppose"
"you'ra tired 7 think ', covS noIrvm-