The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1896-11-12

remarked. with a malicious smile:
poor angel"
lie laughed.
Poor angel" he repeated, CHANGING
at her. "How can an angel be poor,
madam? The sense of her superiority
would keep her rich and me humble.
No angel, however angelic, for me-"
You are hard to please"
Ion the contrary, ! am always pleas
ed, but never satisfied"
Il think "A man ought to be very
thankful if he I've persuades any
woman, of any sort, to be his wife"
remarked Miss Milford, yawning de
liberately.
Her words and her yawn diSc0n-
certed her companion, and for some
minutes they drove on in silence. AS Il
rule, the honored girls to whom he
cOnhded his sentiments concerning the
future Mrs. Jones hung upon his words
as though they We're Oracles; but il
they were discreet, they committed
themselves by no comments. looking
all they did not say, for those senti-
ments of his had been known to
change repeatedly.
How little we guess what impression
we max upon others or what opinion
they form of US. How differently diff
ferent people estimate our character,
To Helen own intimate friends and
relations she seemed a gay. mischiev-
Gus, lovable girl, whose unshadowed
veal accounted for her want of soft
ness, but to Mr.. Jones her gayety had
been conspicuous by it's absence. When
he had offended her by his alluion to
butterflies, how could he fancy that
he would fit her stately head into the
cap, feeling angered and wounded by
his just attack! She had. a had he,
been brought up on commentator. but
this s~elf-satisted young man always
seemed to get her at Il disadvantages;
h had begun TO wish to please him.
and II fancied she had failed: the
fancy irritated her a little. She would
have liked to impress him by her
beauty, her dignity, her calmncss, her
good breeding, but he did not seem TO
notice her advantages. The sun had
sunk beneath a mass of gloomy clouds,
which were gathering in heavy grOuDS
over the now dingy sky and cast
abroad black shadows on the hills:
the air had grown heavy, but was
stirred by Il warm, rising wind. When
u travellers reached the New Cut to
which MI. Jones had alluded. and
came in sight of the sea. its horizon
was dim with fog, and the waves muir
INJURED ~listlessly and softly.
Mr.. Jones had warned Helen that
she would require a steady nerve and
strong head if she was to enjoy the
view, and he was right, for the road
on which she found herself was hewed
out OF the hillside. 1t was a ledge
cut on the side of a mighty cliff which
lowered perpendicularly overhead on
the left hand, and on the right de-
scended a sheer precipice a thousand
feet into the sea.
Down below in the bay the slumber-
Gus waves rippled lazily over sunken
rocks and gently laved the followed
crags, lulled by storm and wind. The
sea-breeZe was idly whispering, as If
the blast Of storm and fury was un-
known. The sea-wave was trifiny
with her cold lover, the rock, as IL she
could never again, spurred by the
gusts OF love and despair, break into
passionate and desperate longing. De-
iuslve calm; for, soon urging and lash
ing ner misery to madness, she shall
shatter her glorious pillows into n
thousand fragments as she beats her
SELF TO death against his impenetrablc
heart.
The width of the road upon
when the dog cart was
traVerslng was broad enough
10 adhllt or two carriages driving |
y low wooden paling had
roughly eXtemporized on the OK
IRENE verge of the precipice, but this |
every here and there had crumbId
away and disappeared, leaving no bar
rler, however frail, between the tray
erser OF that giddy pass and an ap-
palling death.
For the first few minutes II The
crossing Helen tried to admire the
view.
How beautiful".' she murrnurad ha-
low her breath, struggling for those
STEADY nerves with the possession Of
wien she had been credited. "Oh.
Mr.. Jones' with n sudden cOllapsa If
courage, please be careful,'
At her words he refined in the horse
Don't you like it? Shall we turn
back? / can turn in a moment
Turn! Her head reeIed at The very
thought.
"Oh, no; 60 on. l like it.. I'm not
You keep close to the side
won't your"
"lou are quite sure hat you would
not rather go back? l can take ycu
home the other way, you know
NO, no; go on. | shall get used to
in a moment. 1t is only just IT FIRST
and those sea gulls flying ont below |
us make me dizzy, and the sea wris-
CLING like a wrinkled walnut, such a
long way below
Don't look straight down. look RIGHT |
out across the bay. There as IA doZn IN
smacks sailing down. with
those tawny sails set which you ad-
"Oh, lovely she said. "How long il |