The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1897-07-30
CHAPTER XIII.

The words were never out OF
Ind. II am sorry to say it is the
and not the girl want" Never
moment was the sound of them
from her ears, or the pain from her
And then when she came to be
at home with them, she learned
shadow had fallen between the
year ago Leofric Donchilde came
E at Hide Manor. He had sue
quite suddenly and unexpectedly
title and estate through the death
cousin and his Cousins two sons.
Manor was the next estate to
ksome. and as it was only natural,
h1nilies residing at each place had
s been on the most friendly and in
e terms.
te is always a mystery. Miss Ance
fhy, and graceful. had many admir-
Syhy she cared for none of those, and
her mind on Sir Leofric, no one
tell: she loved him with the sudden
passionate love that to women of
Icaliber is doom. He admired her
much: he thought her beautiful and
hguished; he liked dancing with her.
ig with her. talking with her: but he
Enot the least in love; he did not tirt
her. he never made any pretense
ling in love with her, but treated her
friend.
bring this time while the elder sisters
b came to her, Cecile was visiting an
: of Lady Pitcairn S. from whom they
5 cXDectationS. Anice had said but
" e i'll her letters about their new neigh
Sir Leofric; Lady Pitcairn had not
much more. Cecile had no idea that
sister loved the young baronet. She
De home. and on the very first morn
Z Eafter her return Sir Leofric came.
4 Die next few minutes were to the
|kutiful. passionate woman a thrill of
311kli1g pain, for Sir Leofric stood by
2eles side and already-oh, heaven!
Ri she should see it and not deal
8eycs as they rested on Cecile that had
ker been there for herself.
a few mornings afterward, Leofric
ne over with some very choice flowers
BIT Lady Pitcairn wanted. The sisters
erc both in the grounds, and as usual,
joined them. Anice was reading,
Rce had some lace work: they We're sit
Bis under the shade of large cedar. He
fned them quickly, but it was by Cecile
! sat; it was Cacile he addressed con-
bually; it was in Cecile's face he look
and Anice's heart grew hot with jeal-
tsy.
{Then they walked through the gar
enS and stood for some minutes in ad
fration before late rose tree full of
DIVERS, rare and beautiful rose that
hdy Pitcairn priced highly, red with a
ertain glow over them. AS Sir Leofric
Eood and looked at the flowers he
bought how Cecile resembled them, the
Eect face with its dainty coloring, the
bldcn head rising SO gracefully from
BE- white neck, and as the thought oc-
snrred to him he gathered lovely half
pened rose and gave it to her.
I"Your portrait" he said, with a low
ow; and the dark eyes Of Anice Pit
arm flashed fire. She had lavished her
7hole life on him and he had never given
er a flower.
My portrait?" laughed Cecile; "you
re poet, Sir Leofric.'
THAT is very trite poetry" said Anice.
Il have never seen anything so much
ke you. Miss Cecile, as that rose,' said
ir Leofric.
He was startled by little cry from
'ecile.
"Ance.'' she said, "what is the matter?
Why are You looking at me so"'
But Anice controlled herself with
lawelous effort. She closed her fan and
.ughed, though the fire Of Jealousy was
corclIing her very heart.
Cecle had walked on few steps in ad-
ance; Anice went up to Sir Leotrlc ana
i'd her hand on his ARM
Il am jealous" she said, with charm
lg smile; ''can you guess why?
Il cannot, indeed, for [ could never
tlk you had cause for Jealousy"
How long have | known you, Sir Leo
ric:" she asked
How long? Six months l should say.
lss Pitcairn" he replied.
six months, and only six months; and
0 her it seemed that she had not lived
efore she knew him.
six MONTHS" she repeated, "and dur
lg all that time you never gave me
over. You have only known my sister
'ree days, and you gave her flower
'ith a compliment that is like poem; so
/ am jealous"
What was he to say? The beautiful
ace raised to his, the love-lit eyes bent
Il him. The words that rose to his lips
we're, Il like your sister BEST" but po-
lcness forbade him to utter them.
\ our jealousy dresses itself in smiles,
G said
The letter to hide its tears, perhaps"
b" replied.
lie stretched out his hand to gather an
thcr rose.
You will let me make amends" he
aid.
by. giving me the companion flower to
'eci-es: No, that would make no
mendS."
hen how am l to make it?' he asked,
nXiousIy.
Does Your own heart declare no way?"
ne asked, and he answered, simply:
IAen l will pass it by" she said; "but
.'4 VIII own it was enough to make me
'"loNs, will you not?"
~, i never thought of it," he said.
. Heh Cecle joined them, and some
.,''.e aiterward Anice heard him sing
4 ''E loNe hath eyes as blue and clear
'ltitS between the clouds of June"
,. nat is Cecile," she said to herself
9,,H s'H walked on with the bitterness of