The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1896-02-13

| Fellow. extremely lHjeiilScht an" h''i"
ly, and as straight ana handsome us
an athlete of heroic times.
Eleven o'clock had already struck,
one beautiful June morning, II Lady
Evelyne Wyntcr. only daughter OF the
Marquis and MarchionCSs of Gwen
dale. was still tossing sleepicSsly On
her downv pillows. The golden day
was peering Chrcrily through Il little
chink of the dra Wn curtains, ana Il
bright streak OF opal light fell upon
the lady'S face, as she turned ana
rolled. throwing off the blue satin qUl L
ed coverlet which fell upon the Aubus.
son carpet. and left her in all the
white glory of the rich lace that on
vciOped her rounded limbs. IaWning,
like mcaner mOrtals. she stretched Il
pair of creamy. velvet arms and locked
her dainty fingers above her head, add
ing Il second frame 10 the handsome
face, which was already surrounded
by her wealth of glossy brown, SilkCn
hair. One rosy foot was peeping shy
ly from beneath the Clinging, half
transparent fabric. The big. gray-blue,
dreamy eyes were gazing into vacancy.
and Il sigh. scarcely audible. but still
distinct and u~nmistakable, escaped
from my lady'S lips.
The fact was that Lady Evelyne was
perpleXed. Conflicting currents of
thought agitated her ordinarily calm
and even mind. They had banished
sleep from her couch and had left her
weary and nearly distressed.
Lady E~velyne Wynter had, for near
~ a month already, been engaged to
be married to Mr.. David Maclane. Il
young American gentleman of reputed
immense wealth. The Young man was
one of the lions of lie season. and
Lady Evelyne Wyntcr, whose twenty
SIX summers had warned her that il
was time to look about for Il husband.
had taken Il rather morbid pride in Sc
curing AS her prize. the sensational
hero of the year. The daily papers.
and the weeklieS. too, for that. had
described the young Westcrner with a
ieryent eulogy and a graphic pictur-
oSluenesS which would not have been
out of place in telling the story of Il
god of mythology. He was the hero of
a hundred fights and as MANY hair
breadth escapes, and, like all heroes,
he was as gentle as he was brave and
strong. In these very words. that
fashionable journal. albert Gate"
had described young Maclane. and if
h writer's on Albert Gate" were not
III a position to know everything of
everybody, who was?
ON h night previous 20 the COM
mcncement Of this second part of our
history, Lady Evelyne had been to Il
bali. given by one of the leaders of
FASHION. CongratulatiOn had been
ShoWered upon her, and she knew that
she was the object of such envy and
MIA hatred as, ever in the highest So
ciety. is the punishment of success.
she had been at her happieSt. and at
her brightest, when suddenly the news
had been whispered about the room
mat the young Earl of Cieye had not
only been discovered in America. but
mat he was actually in England. per-
maps. even. in London.
| Will not go so far as to say that
Lady Evelyne was n flirt, but there
was no doubt that she had allowed a
good many suitors to hope. and that
she was extremely fond of playing
with her numerous admirers. She had
nltted from one fOamy. airy infatIa-
ton to another with the grace and seri-
n Of a butterfly. and she had ac-
cepted the offer of Mr.. David Mac
lanes hand and fortune, to spite all
the other girls in town. to start with.
and secondly, because Lady Gwcndalc.
with hOmely. mOthCrIy aSSiduity. was
q very CassHndra in her adm0niti0nS.
that it was time for her daughter 10
get married.
am Inclined to doubt that such a
thing as a real. serious attachment
was at all in the nature of Lady Eve
lyme WFntcr. But she had been very
tond; in fact. f0ndcr than she had her
sell Imagined she could have been. Of
Herbert Chaunccy. He was barely
two years her senior. and they had
Known each other since childhood.
Lady Evclyno had returned home
from the ball with the broaC
SIMMER day. and had not bee
able to Danish ITerbcrt's revived
memory from her mind. She bahblod
about him while hNr maid addressed
Der; she found the subject more inter
e&ttng while the girl brushed her hair:
ana when the young woman was dis
missed Lady Evelync was left by her
self 10 dream of fanCieS. Herbert
ChaunceY'S picture would pcrSisteutly
intrUdc itself upon her not unwilling
mental eyes. During the first quarter
OF an hour or 50 she thought the fresh
lY-cailed-uD "reminiscences very nice.
Herbert had been a sWeethpart-one Of
the many moths hat had fluttorcd
round her brilliant light. Now he was
back, and she would see him again,
and as he was al earl, and. doubtless.
unmarried, they would be able to
speak freely together. II was then
that Lady Evelyne remembered that
she was engaged to- Mr.. David Mae
lane. and, for the first time. she con
''""red that her engagement was rath-
Il bore.
These self-communings protractcd