Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1897-12-11

II is W TO the loch wi Mary Black
to hsh. He never does much, though, wi
the rod. Hielanders have no patience
they want to be aye bang-banging at birds.
| doubt but Kenneth will lave taken the
nets. They will be here soon. The grille
Gamma want her tea"
81 like TO hear you talk, Mr.. Craig" said
Miss Morton, sending in her cup for re-
plenishing. 81 fancy your Scotch is pure
and unadulterated."
MY English, you mean" he said. an
grily. 1T is weel known that the Scotch
speak better, m more grammatical Eng
lish than the English Themselves
Il am learning a good deal today" said
Miss Morton, coolly.
Mona fastened TO turn the subject.
Il have always had a great wish to see
Damascus" she said. as II very beauti-
| zzssxss~=sas
ing-pani The city, with its gardens and
abundant trees, lies at the bottom, n a
straight white Dad sloping up slightly
looks like the handle, and leads to Bey-
rout."
Here comes your nephew, Mr.. Craig.
and the young lady" cried Miss Morton,
~interrupting herself-her seat was opposite
one Of the windows. There is another
gentleman with them. | seem to know
him. Why, it is Berthe Everard, and he
has a rod in his hand. / thought he had
gone with the deer-stalkers. Now he will
expect me to drive him back. What q
bore!'
In n few moments Miss Black came In,
blushing brightly from pleasure at seeing
Mona, as well as from habitual shyness.
Sine came straight 70 her, and kissed her
with quiet cordiality. Kenneth, too, had
no eyes for anyone but Mona, until he had
greeted her.
Then Miss Morton called out
How goes it, Mr.. Macalister' Come
here and sit by me. What a provoking
creature you are TO be out, when / have
taken the trouble 10 drive over here"
Kenneth colored crimson, and explained
to her and to his uncle that he was not fit
to sit down to table, after dragging q net,
until he had changed his clothes. Then
he made his escape.
Everard went up TO Mr.. Craig.
Very glad to see you. sir" he said,
with unusual civility. II rave been COM
Ing to call on you two or three times. Now
I have made my way here ut rather ar IN
suitable time, which hope you1lexcuse."
'Sit We doom, sit We doonl" cried Uncle
Sandy. "All times are Enthusiastically
when food is ready. Bring mair cups and
cookies. We are nae denuded, though the
housewife has Q AVA"
81 thought you had gone with the deer
stalkers." said Mona.
81 intended going, but Isle was il such
a beastly bad temper l thought | wouldn't
venture. We would have been sure to
quarrel. This place looks uncommouAy
well-cver so much better than when FitZ-
allan hrd it. That's partly your doing, eh,
Mona. Thank you," as she handed him
his tea. II must say women can be OF use
IL making the inside Of a house ~bearable.
II in nothing else"
al believe men would do it better IL they
put their minds to it," said Miss Morton.
you ought not to say so, even IL You
think It," returned Everard. 1T isn't
good form for a woman to run dow wo-
map En-, I don't run them down," cried
Miss Morton. Then i~nterrupting herself,
as Mary was about to take the seat beside
her-"No, MOI that is Mr.. Macalister's
place"
Poor Mary fed to Mona's side OF the t.
bic.
Come by me. dearie,' ~ said Uncle Sandy,
"hurstling'' nearer the end OF the table To
make room for her.
"Why, you never do anything else" con
tinued Everard, speaking to Miss Morton.
"You bully all the women up at the
Lodge to no end"
"why do they let me. them They are SC
weak, I cannot help it,"
1.-THE apostle says-''began Uncle Sandy
with some solemuity. intending to convey
. dlgnined rebuke, and to say . word In
season.
(Which apostles" asked Everard. quick.
: ly. 1.-THE Apostle Paul was q man Of the
world. He might have an idea or two or
the extremely complicated question Ut fe
male character, bat the rest arc nowhers
on such a subject"
|, You are really the most contradictory
creature l ever met, Bertie!' exclaimet
. Hiss Morton. "You are always railing a
women yourself. but IL Isaya word agains
them. you are up In arms"
> I'm arms! Whose armss Yoursf ! an
afraid you would give me more Of . bear
} hug than q loving squeeze"
"Wellp' cried Kenneth. who had return
cd clothed In his very best kilt and plaid
hastily swallowing . lump of short-bread
1 and reddening vehemently with the effort
. ~ also at the sound OF his voice, "
say that no man IL good for much VIII
thinks the world would be worth living Il
! were Il not for the ladies'"
"Bravo, Kenneth" said Mona, Will
Mary clapped her hands. and Uncle Sand,
again essayed to express his views.
WTha mon via han m = indy th0ch