The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-07-30
STORY OF A HEART.

ing near the fireplace. Maxwell Leith,
tutor to the house of Graham, seated
writing at the center table. Heads Of
the house dining out. Time, $50 p, m.
She drumming impatiently on the
mantelpiece and glancing in his direc-
tion)-You don't seem to care that this
is my last evening; that I am going
away tomorrow; that | shan't be back
at Ardenvohr for months.
He-1t would be generally supposed
that you are to be envied. You are
going out into the world. You have
life before you with all it's possibili.
ties.
She with an infection of asperity in
her yoice)-I wish you would not speak
so like a copybook. What you say may
be true enough. I have a box full Of
new clothes up stairs most girls would
covet, and yet (1inging herself impa-
tiently into a chair and glancing COW
ertly at HIM, l would a thousand times
rather be putting on my old serge
own IL pC SlCtlDS uOWA " loluCc
He (still writing)-That feeling will
wear off. You will enjoy the novelty
of the new life. You will get fresh in
terests. You will be admired
She (pouting)-I don't want fresh in
the admiration of the multitude.
Silence, except for the scratching Of
his pen.
Shn GricfnO ord rnfnr r. tho 70 h1n
near him)-What are you writing?
He-Some Latin verse of your broth
er's. l am correcting 1t.
She (watching him)-1t seems fuller
of mistakes than usual. with a burst
Of irritation.) Can't you leave it to-
night? l don't suppose you care how
dry sob you will just go on when I am
away as if nothing had happened, only
with this difference, that you won't
be bothered with my mistakes.
He (paling visibly and pushing away
his writing)-YOu are depressed to-
night. Tomorrow things will look
brighter.
She( her eyes full Of reproach)-You
on her hands on the table,
He (agitated, rises and PAGES the
room; stops neal her and lays his hand
steadily)-Do you know how hard you
make things for me? Do you know I
would willingly give this right hand to
save you unhappiness?
She docking up with %quivering lips
is that all you have to say to me?
He turning his head away)-It is all
7 In1o cot- Thora yo thinrc IN thiS
world YOU don't know about that come
before inclination.
She (desperately)-1 don't understand
them. l only kI;ow that I en- misera.
bic.
Billiard room in Continental hotel,
Robert Stuart Graham, Maxwell Leith,
tutor. occupants.
Robert Stuart-Graham (reading the
Position my soul. Nab has stolen a
march upon us and no mistake.
Maxwell Ieith testify chalking a
cue with a hand that shakes slightly
What are you talking about? Pray
be more explicit.
Robert Stuart Graham- Listen to
this. Breads aloud: "A marriage has
bcCH dIldlStu Ii VIII 'uhC BlhtO
shortly between Major the Hon. Haig
Elmslie. younger, of Mount Elmslie,
Royal Scots Fusileers. and Mabel. only
daughter of Robert Stuart Graham, of
Ardenvohr, Argyllshire, N. r." Good
old Nab! Made all the running in her
first season. and it was only yesterday
that She had her hair down her back
and frocks up to her knees. Throws
Joxr-, %,,, ,,ou-soonor ond 1ohtd a
cigar.) Wonder what sort of fellow he
Is. Hope he has a moor and keeps a
yacht. I say. Leith. can you picture
Nab in the capacity of lady of the
manor?
Maxwell Leith replaces cue in the
stand and makes somewhat abruptly
after all. Much too fine a day to spend
go for a stroll.
Robert Stuart-Graham 0eft alone.
yawns and throws himself on a seat
and picks up the fallen paper)-l don't
know what the fellow calls fine" It's
as black as thunder over there. He's
as capricious as the weather itself. |
wish he had known his mind before
Higgins made I'D his golf fOursOme
for this afternoon without me.
Ora wing room in Mayfair. Major
Elmslie and Mabel Stuart-Graham &C.
cupants.
He holding her hand and toying
with a diamond ring on the third fin
ger of the left hand)-And so you are
leaving me tomorrow, and you have
only this paltry ring to remind you
that you belong to me?
She (blushing and smiling)-I hardly
think l shall need a reminder. Arden
yohr is as unexciting as a convent.
You speak as if l were going to be
swallowed up in a succession of fes-
t~ivities.
He Gealously)-I am suspicious of
these quiet retreats. They have a way
of producing unattached men, IL 1t be
nothing more than a good-looking par
son, or even an arbitrary, ~self-confi-
dent country doctor.
She (archly)-You need not agitate
yourself. The parson is near-sighted
and has only one lung. and the doctor
has a wife and six children.
He (relieved)-And you have really
been wasting your sweetness on these
unaDpreciative rustics up there till
now? What a deadly dull time of it
you must have had!
She "a shade uneasily by reason of
| certain unwelcome mental "reminis-
cences')-Not exactly deadly dull"
| At least l did not think it so then. !
| dare say now l should find the things
and people that amused me before
rather-wel, just a trife wanting in