Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1897-05-22
Miss Chamber

they spoke of music. Miss Chamber
lain knew nothing of it.
What pityi" Lovat CALCULATED
''Why?" The word. SO constantly on
her lips, was a cabaIistic charm, and
feminine.
You look like one. You'd be perfect
at harp, you are so tall and so exceed
ingly slight, and you've the face of ST.
Cecilia
well, I'm not a musician and I'm not
a saint. Saints never have black eyes,
But, alasl he thought now that they
had, because of the soft voice and the
picture-face and the little, chiseled fea-
lures and the parted, low-hnotted hair;
and also because he had known no wom-
an like her for many, many months.
And before they parted, they had
planned to meet again. She did it, but
he didn't notice that. They met once
and again, and yet again and again. and
Lovat was in love. Then, indeed, he
truly regretted the barrier he had built
between himself and this girl, who was
innocently risking everything = per-
haps her life, for her father was a fiery
man-for him. It had taken him only
dozen years to construct between him
self and any good woman he might
really love a wall that in all his days
could never be RACED. He decided final
ly that the only course that would be
fair to her and easiest for all would be
an open one.
They sat together on the shady side
OF low hill, late one day.
Constance" he said, I'm going to
ask your father to let you marry me,
il you are willing to-
The bright color faded from her
cheeks.
Don't say you aren't willing" he
cried.
She still said nothing whatever.
Are you, Constance?"
Yes
Then why did you get so pale?"
~ don't know. Did I?''
She cried a little and said she was
! very happy and that she would marry
him, even if her father would not con-
sent. but don't ask him till after
the races. will you?"
1.-Two weeks!-a whole fortnight
Why?'
Because"
VERY we'll"
He didn't see her again before the
races. She sent him a note saying that
she did not dare to meet him. that her
father had forbidden the long rides
alone. She would wear his colors at
the track. For Lovat was to ride. So
were several of the officers. 1t was a
gentleman's race. The cup was given
by the garrison women.
Lovat won it. He and the officers
went into Miles City to rejoice. Some
were in blackboard, some, with their
wives, in the ambulances, most were
on horseback. He rode with these lat
ter and watched Miss Chamberlain, who
was ahead on the road, riding with Lieut..
Carrot. She had not worn his colors;
| though, to be sure, she had worn none
at all. Lovat had kept studiously away
| from the post women all day, but just
once he had passed close to Constance.
Twill you meet me tomorrow at the
cid place, dear?" he said, quietly.
She did not raise her eyes or seem to
notice him; but she answered.: Yes,
Wilton, at FOUR
1t happened that Lovat was ridinf
beside Capt. Chamberlain.
Capt. Chamberlain" he said, las L
have won the ladies' cup, do you think
| they would consent to baptize 1T for
me?"
why, yes. I should think So"
Then will you have the ambulances
and Miss Chamberlain stop in front of
Stewards, and l will send it out to
| them?''
So the ambulanceS stopped at Stew
arts and the officers got out, but the
| women stayed in, and Miss Chamb er-
lain and Garrett waited, too Carrot was
temperance man and very good. Lovat
| filed the cup with champagne and sent
it out with his compliments and thanks.
| He felt just bit bitter as he did SO. He
watched Constance from an open win
dow. She did not see him, and when the
| cup came to her she rejected it with
disdain. She was playing to Garret
now. Lovat heard her say: 81 don't
! drink wine, Mr.. Garrett, more especially
when it comes from man like Mr..
LOvat."
Perhaps it's only bluff" the Eng
lishman tried to tell himself. He hoped
so until the next day at four, when
Constance and Carrot cantered by him
as he waited at the trysting place, and
Carrot raised his cap to him, but she
| ignored him and laughed her low, pref
ty laugh, as she said to the lieutenant:
What serious British face he wears
Before long even the men dropped
Ioyat. Still. they were sorry when he