The Red Cloud chief., 1897-08-13

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tip of her tongue.
Suddenly his charged and he
rose smiling from his seat.
You are fatigued." he said. politely.
Let me offer you a glass of wine"
She declined his offer with an angry
gesture, and moved toward the door.
II haze warned YOU" she said in a low
voice. II haze warned you and fortld-
den you. If ye didn't heed my warn
ing III maybe find some other means
to bring you to your senses"
She would have left the house, bat
quietly approaching the door, he set his
back against it and blocked the way.
pray do not go yet" he said. Par
don me, but you must not. You have
given me your message, my dear Miss
Hetherington; now let me ask you to
hear mine"
What's your will with me-" she
cried, impatiently.
"Will you sit and listen a little
while?"
"Ill stand where | am. Weol?"
First let me thank you for the kind
ness Of your servant in showing me
over the beautiful castle where you live.
| am interested in all old houses. and
yours Is charming
She stared at him in blank amaze
mont.
The Castle? when were you there"
Just before | returned to Dumfrics.
| regretted that you wese not at home.
in order that | might ask your kind
permission: but in your absence l took
the liberty of making a reconnaissance
I came away delighted with the place.
The home of your ancestors, I pre-
sume?"
The words were innocent enough, but
the speakers manner was far from as
surfing, and his eyes, kcenly fixed on
hers. still preserved that penetrating
~light-almost a threat.
Dell TAX the man. why do you
glover at me like that You entered
my house like a thief. then, when | was
awa'?"
"Ah, do not say that; 1t Is ungener-
Gus. | went merely as an amateur to
see the ruins, and | found-what shall
| say?-so much more than l expect
cd"
He paused while she stood trembling;
then he continued:
"The Castle Is so picturesque, the ruin
so interesting. and the pictures-the
pictures are so romantic and 80 strange.
All. 1t is a privilege, indeed, to have
such a heritage and such an ancestry;
to belong to a family so great, so full
of honor; to have a 'scutcheon without
one blot since the day when the first
founder wore 1t on his shield
1t was clear that he was playing with
her. laughing at her. AS he proceeded
his manner became almost aggressive
in its studied insolence, its polite sar.
casm. Unable any longer to restrain
her anger, Miss Hetherington, will
outstretched hand, moved toward th'
door.
stand ava, and let me pass
He obeyed her in a moment, n witt
a profound bow drew aside; but as sh'
passed him, and put her trembling ham
upon the door handle, he said in a low
voice close to her ear:
1T would be a pity, perhaps. afte
all, to quarrel with n who knows 81
much"
She turned ~furiou5ly, and fixed he
eyes upon him.
What's that" she cried.
who knows SO much. let us say
about the morals of your bonny Scot
land as compared with those Of la bell
France"
What do you mean? Speak out
What do we mean?"
He smiled, and bending again clos
to her ear. he whispered something
which drove the last tint of blood from
her cheek. and made her stagger an,
gasp as II about to fall. Then. befor
she could recover herself, or utter
single word, he said aloud, with tn
utmost politeness:
"And now, my dear lady. will 20
stay a little while longer, and talk wit
me about Marjorie Annan?"
! ITO BE C~oSTISyED.)