The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1896-03-13

of his possible recovery. II memory
returned to him T~hat would he re-
| member?
All women are more or less born act
rpssps. and the shock of the first sur
prise being over, Lucy-pure and truth
ful Lucy-played Il part like any Of her
meaner sisters. Played part in a
cause to her heart not less holy than
that which spurred Judith to become
wantOn.
"You don't want to remember moth
in, Herbert. she pleaded. "YeW're
Jest quite good enough as ycW are, an
ycW don't want to run no risks. I've
seen enough in my time Of men bein'
hutchered about like SO many cattle,
that it goes agin the grit to think O
them stickin' their knives into yew."
But my dear Lucy" remonstra ed
HERBERT Just think Of it. | don't
even know how l came by my wounds,
and surely it's interesting for a man
TO know who broke his head and near
ly kil!c,, him. Wolld have quite killed
him" he added, with frank smile
and look Of manly gratitude, IF he
hadn't had dear, good, priceless girl
like YOU to stick TO him and get him
cured
Again he did not notice the look of
trembling dismay that cleaned softly
and sped into air.
Now, yew jest don't want to do
nothin' o. the kind" Miss Lucy insist
ed. Il reckon yew know as much as
yew want to know, an If yew follow
my advice, yew'll leave we'll enough
alone. A mans brain amt to be pokeh
about like an apple or 4 potato. an
that thar docror amt SO doggone
sartin that he can do what he Sez he
can, when he's finished"
Herbert saw that the subject dis
pleased Lucy, and he put her objec
tioGs to the account of anxiety for his
safety.
Since you think it unwisc," he said.
at last. 81 won't have it done-at any
rate, lot just yet; but I'll turn it over
III my mind"
Yes Lucy replied. with a content
cd smile. think it over. an take il
good. long while in thinkin' an when
yew'vc tiaished with one lot. - on
with a1c'her lot. Jest to please me.
that's 4 good boy"
In spite OF his tlirtations with Lady
Eyeiyne. there was no woman in The
world who, to Herbert's mind, stood
on anything like the pedestal to which
his loving admiration had raised Lucy.
Her wish was a kind Of uHwritten law
to him He thought her objections
womanlike and not all rea asonabic, but
he admitted them, nevertheless.
During the few days that followed
he pondered over Sir Williams propos-
al. and his opinion varied according to
the company in which he found him
self. When he was with Lucy he con-
ceded that perhaps she might be right:
bat when he basked in the sunshine Of
Lady Eyelyne'S smilasa now fre
auent occurrence, much too frequent
to please Mr. David Maclane his opin-
ion yeered in the opposite direction,
and he was anxious to submit himself
to tie great surgeons knife.
Figures had always been worry to
Herbert, and now they proved a sore
bother to him. The possession Of an
estate brings its burdens with it, and
one Of these is that they have to be
managed. Tenants were continually
grumbling, and grumbling tenants had
to he seen and pacitied eIrhert had
10 for this purpose, and was seated. on
ore such morning. behind his writing
desk, a sucking Richeleu administer
lug the affairs of his little state, when
the name Of Frederick Ashland was
brought UP to him. He remembered il
from his rent-roll as one Of his tenants
at 1hancey Green.
i wonder what he wants? - Herbert
said TO himself These men are al
ways wanting something or other"
Frederick Ashland was ushered
in a burly, broad -shouldercd,
broad-chested John Bull farmer,
with jolly. round and ruddy
face beaming with good temper and
coed nature, and clean shaven but for
a pair Of small side whiskcls.
lad Herbert been able to carry in
his mind the slightest memory Of Dick
Ashland, there he would have rpcog-
nized the very picture Of the murdered
man. The resemblance Of the two
brothers was startling The living
Frederick was the very counterpart Of
the dead Richard Even the costume
had similarity, as Dick Ashland al
ways accoutred himself as far as he
could, in the garb Of midland farmer.
I've bin tryin' to have Il word with
YOU, my lord, these days past said
Frederick Ashland, when the custom
ary courtesies had beer passed, .as
I've bin in hopes o gettin' news from
yen o that theer brother o mine
Dick. his name is-as we amt heerd
o. this many i day
Il don't quite understand you. Ash
lard. said the young earl. How can
YOU expect to get news Of your broth
er through me-
"Why, sure-e-lie, Lord Cleve, you an
Dick was fast friends. an he did write
to me from that outiandish pace in
America, that you was a comm to see
him. That's years ago, now. An then
LA did x.l.ita Ln lal found .rnlA