The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1896-01-02
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my poor NlOlli.
"WLy, so | do. Has il not been aver
my RI al-it-and-. There is II
thing" in IA low tone; Il have hated
hartford more
you were foolish says she. slowly.
"iIe was nothing to mp-ncthiaS at
any time. Not lightly, that it mat
ters at all now; only
"le was clever" says nalrymple,
gloomily. a born musician. De had
the pail over me there. No. you neel
not speak: | know | had no chance.
whether or no. but still shall always
feel that he had ore chance the more.
Did he know Of your intention to -
upon the stage"
He, WHY should he know? When
| would not tell even Mary Sylvester,
/ should think | would not tell any
body. And he-Why should lie be
told?"
II don't know fancied-"
"YOur Imagination seems TO he your
strong point" says Miss Fairfax, in.
dignantly. AS a novelist you
would make your fortune. But know
you disapprove Of publicity in any
fern. l can quite understand the feel
ing Of horror with which Won now re-
gard me afte" my late ~escapade."
You can imagine my feelings for
me. if you will" says Dalrymple. cold
ly. "That wont affect them in any
way. However. if only to please you.
/ will confess that | can't imagine why
you wished TO try your fortune in tn
way YOU did"
How else was | to do it: 1t was q
failure. Of course: but Il great many
people want to make their bread cake,
and so did l."
ut was not failure says he. rs if
Jealous for her. Your courage failed
indeed. but that only
'Dicky Sylvester was hOrrid about
it." a V she, after a moment or two.
"He said ! was the color Of Il pnOny.
and that my eyes We're starting from
their sockets" She had Secl inc 81
vesters in town, and, III Tact. had
STAYED with them ilutil II, returned
to her grandfather. "Iie said. too
with an irre1rcssible latch. that my
knees shook under IL" 50 hard tlat |
was unable to bring ont the right
notes on the violin. lie protested that
it was an Irish jig l played iuStcad of
that slow. p!aintive air
"Dicky's a fool s@ys RalrympIc.
shortly.
I'm glad | was discovered" says
Eleanor presently, IF only on account
of Mary. She was behaving rather I'm
kindly to Sir John. | think: but o
they will be married at once. | like
to think that those two dear people
will be happy
"You are kind to everybody. save
one" says Dalrymple. with Il touch OF
passion. what have |, Of all the
world. done to you that you should
make my life a misery to me-
~" AS if alarmed by his vehc-
mence she shTinks a little frcm him.
Eyes, you! l am mad to speak. |
know. 1t will do no good, but one can
not always be silent. | am not appeal
ing to you, mind YOU" turning ticrcpiy
on her. ""The day fer that is past, ii
is only that | must tell you how | love
you
Don't" says she quickly, putting
up her hand. II is an unprecedented
gesture that speaks volumes.
Il know says he bitterly, you do
not wish to hear me. It only annOys
you. You have no pity for me. You
have, indeed. no heart"
at was just here, on this very spot,
almost at this hour, You last treated
me to a very unpleasant fit of temper.
That time, too. you reCiled me, ii re-
member rightly. and told me all sorts
of unwelc0me truths about myself. |
must really beg, Noel, that You will
spare me such another mauvais quart
d'heure."
Don't GO says DalrymDle. catching
her arm as she passes him. Let me
say one thing. at least. That night of
which you speak, want to apologize
to you for what | said then. How
ever true my words were. | had no
right to utter them. | meant to beg
your pardon mex day was very un-
happy about it. | stayed awake al
that night doing penance for what
must be termed my impcrtiucnCe; but
you put it out of my power TO seek
you forgiveness. In the morning you
We're gone"
you say you were sorry for your
words, though you still believe that
the-the-CauSe Of them was just"
She is speaking slowly and rather I'M
certainly; but her eyes are fixed earn
estly on his.
Yes" says he in a low tone. his
eyes on the ground.
She turns aside abruptly. and. lean
ing her arm upon the ratings of the
balcony. looks toward the sea-. across
which the moon is now flinging Il sill
very path that seems to lead quite
easily from earth 10 heaven.
"And yct-yOu say you love mc?"
says she.
THAT is my misfortune" says Dial
rymple. II cannot drive you from my
heart. | have tried-but it is useless.
That you cannot return my love l
know, but why can't we be friends,
Nelly?'
"TOo Later says she. Her face is
hidden from him. but her voice sounds
cold and ~forbidding. How can you