The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1897-03-04

MS aBltated condition on the previous
afternoon, but even his business at the
Admiralty. and its result. seemed a
futile reason to offer for such weakness;
especially to an inquisitor whose eyes
were already twinkling with a sus-
picion of the truth behind.
SO he turned the conversation by ask
ing whether he might so to his rooms
to-day.
"Oh yes. I dare say you might" was
the reply; but why hurry? You're
comfortable here, aren't you?'
Hmm, pretty WELL" said Dick,
with transparent a~ffectation.
We'll, WELL" said the old man. poor
Madame de Montaut did her best, you
know. But you may CO." he continued,
masking for the door with IA humorous
pretense of bodily fear; you may &c
to-day, but don't get ~overheated, and
ion't be out after sunset. Good-by!'
And he fled chuckling.
Dick was left laughing and swearing
70 himself. "Confound it! why am 1 SO
simple Every casual stranger a sail
round and round me. and stare into my
galley windows But he vas emily
nalf d~ispleased. This little bout had
warmed him after all, n he felt the
sanguine current Of hope and active
thought running through his brain like
, mill-race in the spring sunlight. He
rad escaped the dreaded xeed fortune
that had threatened him with imme-
date Punishment. and he had begun
20 find his bargain with Camilla even
more profitable than he could have
ventured to expect when he made II.
1t was not until close upon 3 o'clock
that Camilla returned. However, when
she did come. she came alone. and that
wC5 4 consolation worth waiting for.
She Joined Dick in the morniEg-room
downstairs, and settled herself by the
FIRE with perfect ease of manner. He
felt that his confidence might forsakc
him if he waited. and after he had re-
piled to her inquiries he too a plunge
at once.
Are o really Irish, and not French
1t ALP" he asked.
Irish by birth" she replied; French
by breeding and adoption. Oh, it is no
secret" she went on, with a smile. as
Dick heGitated to press the inquiry;
and I would gladly tell you all about
it If / thought it could interest you;
but your sympathies lie, as l told you,
in another direction altogether"
Everything interests me hat con-
Germs YOU" burst out Dick. Il am
longing to hear more"
ut is true that the more | tell you,
the more completely you will acknowl-
edge me to be in the right" she replied,
and that consideration would tempt a
woman to even greater imprudences
than this"
She laughed and looked him frankly
the face. He felt hat this was not
an opportunity for sentiment, and
caught gratefully at the camaraderie
she offered him instead.
"Good"' he said. smiling back at her:
then I will abandon my sympathies
and own you to be right: and it shall be
simply a story that you tell me, II you
will"
Yes; but 1 shall claim one from you
in retuHa. And now listen. I was
BORN" she began, lin the year 1896, in
the county Of Tipperary. My mother
died when 1 was but a few weeks old.
My father, Anthony Donoghue Of Castle
Carol, was wrongfully suspected of
being concerned in Wolfe Tones con-
spiracy, and when the rebellion broke
out in 81 the Orangemen were upon
him like tigers, He took me-a child Of
less than a ~year-upon the saddle in
'front.' Of him and rode for his life.
He succeeded, after many narrow es-
capes, in reaching Baltry Bay, where
a number of patriots under Fitzgerald
n OConnor were met to receive Gen.
Hoche and the French troops which he
was bringing over at their invitation.
My father, who had previously held
aloof, was now tempted to join them
for the sake of revenge.
II sent me over to France in charge
of a deserter's wife, to whom he was al
so obliged to entrust the realized part
of his fortune INK the jewels which you
have sometimes seen me wearing. She
proved worthy of his confidence, and
when he came to Paris after the final
collapse Of the rebellion he found both
his daughter and his diamonds safe in
the house of Gen. Bonaparte himself,
to whose protection 1 had been COM
mended by a letter from Hoche.
All said Napoleon, when my faith
er went to thank him, here comes Meta
bus in search of his little Camilla I.
appears that there is a story in Virgil
OF a warrior pursued by his enemies,
and encountered by the burden of an i'll
FAINT daughter named Camilla. Stopped
in his flight by a rapid stream, he binds
the child to his spear, and with a prayer
to Diana hurls her across, and himself
swims the food. to find her safe and
sound upon the farther side. In graft
tude he vows her to the lifelong SER
vice of the goddess who has answered
his prayer. 1t was to this adventure.
our own so much resembled
that Napoleon was referring.
My father, who had all the wit of
his race. took up the allusion at once.
From this moment he said, she shall
be called Camilla, and ! dedicate her {,