Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-05-20

yery aD>utu MOI W sFe Nh's
And as To his taking i . WIN
Frank-why. the young man w"uii
think that his future rather-ln'Llw Wa
a perfect fool. There were thousands
OF such omc IN London. where was
the young man who had no a1Sllaiht,
ance amon them? And the plcture Oh
n disturbed peace, OF an unpleasant
discussion. which would destroy an
hour or perhaps Il day OF his oiympiah
repose and tear him from his studies
rose up in his brain. 4 terror u Ms
simple minded selfish less
Come. Eva, this il sheer folly, ne
good humorediy grumbled. WHAT
good do you think | al dog These are
IL ere sickly fan;ies."
mo, no They are not siokly IAN
cies; not fancies at al. lie is some
thing something quite different. There
is something in me, around ms-O-
you'd my control"
But. child. you are talking non
sense
When | try to think it out. it goes
away for a little while: but then II
COMES back again"
Really, Eva, you must not talk so
feoliShly. Afte- all. what is this story
you have told me; what does 1t all
mean? 1t IN and it goes, and IL
stays away, and then again x comes
and goes"
She shook her head sadly. sitting on
the rioor ut his feet ia trent OF the ire.
NO, no." she said, very positively.
''You do not understand, you are 4
man; you do not understand all there
is in Il woman. We ONE are lutte
different. But you will speak TO him..
Will you not. ana ask him all about it,
NO, Eva: that l certainly will not
Frank might very well ask me what
business 1t was Of rhine. You N
as we'll rs | 10 that every man has, or
has had. acquaintance among women.
There is nothing in that. And Frank
strikes me ~ too honorable 10 have
anything 10 do With one Of them now
that he is engaged TO you. l know
him too we'll tn imagine that. IT is
really too silly of yCu-do you hear
too silly
She began to sob paSsionately, and
noan in an -overpowering nit OF grief.
She wrung her hands, rocking herself
from side to side, as il suffering intoi-
cradle torments.
'tOh, papa" she entreated. "Dear
papa do, do! Do this for your chiid's
sake. your poor little Eva. Go TO him.
talk to him. | am % unhappy. I can
not bear Ii. l am so wretcheds Speak
10 him; | cannot speak OF such a. mat
ter. l am only Il girl, ard it's all SO
horrible, SO sick .nipg. oh, papa, papa,
do speak To Frank
She tried to lean, coaxingly. against
his knees, but he stood up: her tears
angered him and made him more OBJ
situate. His wife had never got any
thing from him by tears; quite the re-
verse. Eva was silly and childish. He
could not recognizes his spirited daugh-
ter-always indefatigabfe and bright
with whom he had travelled over
half the world, in this crushed Great
IRE. dissolved in woe.
stand up, Eva" he said, Sternly.
do not crouch on the floor. You will
end by vexing me seriously by your
folly. What are you crying for? For
nothing, pure, foolish imagining. I
will have no more Of it. You must be-
have reasonably. Get up, stand up
She dragged herself to her feet,
grooming as she lid so. with a white
a and clenched hands.
Il cannot help it." she said. ut is
my nature, / suppose. Have you no
pity for your child, V e if you do not
understand her? D. go and speak To
him-Only a few words, l implore you
II beseech you"
mo, no" he cried, STAMPING his
foot, his face quite red, as from a con-
gestion of rage at this useless, unde-
lined vexatiOn, and his daughters
folly and weeping and entreaties,
which his obStinacy urged him, on no
account. TO indulge. She, however.
rose, looking taller in her despair; her
eyes had a strange lcok as they gazed
into her fathers.
Then you will not speak to Frank?
You will not do that much for me?,
No. It's all nonsense, / tell you.
Worry me about it no more
Very we'll. Then l must do it, She
said. gravely. as il pronouncing some
~irrevocable decision. And. very slow
ly, without looking round. without bid
ding him goodnight. she left the room.
1t was as though Sir Archibald was q
total stranger, as though there were
no bond of tenderness between her anu
her f~atEer-nothing nut the hostility of
two ntagonistis natures. No; under
$3.50 s'ttttHbH tIltN uIu UO
feeling in common; they had never
really known. never tried to under
stand each other: she had no sympa-
thy with his old age; he had none
with her youth. They were miles as
under; n desert. II painless waste. lay
between them. They dwelt apart as
completely rs though they were locked
M In two shrines. where each wor-
SHIPPED n different God.
He Is my father thought she. as
She went along the passage. Il am his
child
She could not understand it. 1t was
n mystery of Nature that scarcely
seemed possible. Heller father. she
his child; and vet he could not feel
her anguish-could not see that 1t was
anguish-called it folly and fancy.
And n vehement longing for her moth
err rose up in her heart. She would
have understood,
Mamma, Mamma" she sobbed out.
"Oh, Mamma, come back. Tell me
what l can do. Come as a. ghost: I
will rot he afraid OF you. / am SO for
lorn. so miserable-so miserable! Come
and haunt me: come. only GOMEZ"
In her room, in the darkness. she
watched for the ghost. But 1t came
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