The Red Cloud chief., 1896-07-24

Ralph had laughed over that little &C.
centricity of his.
4 sound in the iirclit room behind
her makes her spring to her feet. ON
no, not vet! Not until she has grasped
the back Of the chair and has learned
that the incomCr is Andy, does she
know that she is trembling from head
to foot and that her lips have grown
| so cold-sO horribly cold.
My word. you're growing active in
your old age" says Mr.. McDcrmot, ad,
vancins chccrfully to the fire and
pok ng it into "a glorious blaze. AS
IL travelling acrobat you'd make your
fortune. What makes you bounce out
o your chair like that? Guilty con-
| science, eh?" with n grin. And | say.
What Il swell you are. Put on all that
|,ocgery - fascinatc Anketell over
again? | declare. Dulcic. you're the
biggest iiirt | eve met You are
hardly oil with the new lover before
you want to no on with the old.
II don't want to bo on wi h any
body" says Dulcinca. crimsoning with
shame and Indignation. Its "a or
rid old gown. aud you KIN W it. You've
seen it fifty times II once. II you've
come here only to torment me-only to
-to-makc a fool of yourself, hope
you'll go away again"
ii merely'Wulling up his coat ant
preparing TO warm himself properly at
the iire) ''madc the remark that you
were distinctly good to look at. Now
anyone who can manage to look well
in a gown fifty times old must be a
lovely girl indeed. See? IL was Il
compliment, my dear girl; why, then
this ungratcful virulcncc."
"Stutl.' says his cousin, with in
creasiug ingratitudc. The fact is. she
had had something on her mind when
dressing, something that led TO q de-
sire to look her best before Sir Ralph
on this last even ne. For that it
would be- his last as her ilance seems
undoubted to her. IL was m old gown
she donncd. n shabby little b acH
rown: but the square in front showed
a lovely neck that cleaned winter ana
more lovely than the snow outside
and the soft, bare arms that fell at her
; side as she gazed at herself in the
glass worked wonders with the ancient
costume.
Mr.. McDermot, unmoved by her last
= remark, drops lcisurely on to the icn-
der
t Il say. Dulcie, how did you and he
. get o last evening"
about rs badly rs you can mag
inc"
.'Imagination is not my strong
; point" says Mr.. McDermot. modestly,
}. speaking the truth for once IN his he
About no Y badly. now?'
), We'll. | have kno IN him for twelve
+ long months. and never. never in al
that time was he 500 abomlnaole u
: me-"
.Abominablc"' angrily "lf
thong tt
II .Oi, no. shaking her charming
|. head so that the freight flicker
j. from her long lashcs. to the little sol
4 natural fufT of hair that blows acrOS
~ her forehead. mot abom II 9 II
VI that way. lie was quite polite hate
+, fully polite; never speaking a word o
smiling-or -"
GLOW the deuce could you kno'
n whether he was smili ~ or not-th'
night was as black as soot?'
n AT first. Not after! saw wei
enough. And besides, his voice woul
tell YOU he wasn't smiling"
ii dare say 1t was you who WASH
smiling"
Wa W. N'' ~ r.
me in the wrong. whether OF no."
very pretty quarrel is here spoiled b
I'd one of the combatants giving in.
i. Never mind that says he. "D
re YOU mean to tell me hc-was-well-
n wasn't like what "a fellow engaged I
you should be?"
"Oh no; indeed he wasn't" Zen
phatically). ''Ho was downrigf
-, brusquc. He-he quite ordered me ,
put my hands under the rug!'
And You obcyed?"
"Well-er-yes. n (shamefaccC
as ly) "l-he vas so cross, ! though
no perhaps | had better"
III can't understand it," says Andy
e, wrinkling up his brows (these are $
low that it doesn't take a second TO d
rn it), .'Dulcic!' Cunning to her in
to rather tragic way), do you thin
YOU were right after all tn;
st he was there, | mean? that he saw yo
ia. and land that other fellow"
he ..No' (dejectedly). 'Oh nc
Changing her pretty, head so low tn
he even IL Parnellitc might feel sore II
ID herr. ''Ihe fact is, Andy. that
IIeh hates me"
be. ''What?'
ill ..He hates me.' repeated she, wit
rising strength that is strong throuc
ing its grief. That's all"
-, And enough, too" says Mr.. NJ
the Dermot. Only" drawing himst
up, Il don't believe it."
" .'It's true for all that Qorlornly
I've known it for IA long time. Aft
ing all meditating, why shouldn't he
be 'Why should he?" says Andy vigc
his ously. why, look hcrei you're
to nice II girl as l know anyway! Oh,
ep- to the deucc.' says Mr.. McDermot,
gh- If addressing some imaginary pcrs'
me, at the end OF the room. Dye tbi'
this | can't see? ! tell you this, Dulci
he'll find it hard TO get us good
ng; you,"
i'm "Ah, Andy! what a dear you are
1 TO saws his cousin, and bursts out cryir
but | tell you it's true ior all tina
-om says she. sobbing, '.He hates me
lis, does really, and when he zones
her nipht | shall tell him all about il, q