The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1897-07-08
ET A.CONAN DOYLE

| Grecian nose, we'll opened brown eyes,
and round, black Curled head, were all
those of a mar who was fashioned for
active physical work. Meanwhile ne
was popular with his fellow brokers, re-
spected by his clients and beloved at
home. but his spirit was restless within
him and his mind chafed INCREASINGLY
against his surroundings.
do you know, Willy" said Mrs. Hay
Denver one evening as she stood be-
hind her husbands chair, with her hand
upon his shoulder. Il think sometimes
that Harold is not quite happy
He looks happy, the young rascal,
answered the admiral, pointing with his
cigar. IL was after dinner, n through
the open French window of the dining
room a clear view was to be had OF the
tennis court and the players. A set a
just been finished and young Charles
Westmacott was hitting up the balls as
high as he could send them in the mid
die of the ground. Doctor Walker n
Mrs. Westmacott were pacing up n
down the lawn, the lady waving her
racket as she emphasized her remarks,
n the doctor listening with slanting
head and little mods of agreement.
Against the rails at the neal end HaF-
old was leaning in his flannels talking
to the two sisters, who stood listening
to him with their long dark shadows
streaming down the lawn behind them.
The girls were dressed alike in dark
skirts, with light pink tennis blouses
and pink bands on their straw hats, so
hat as they stood with the soft red
of the setting sun tinging their faces,
Clara, demure and quiet, Ida. mischiev-
Gus and daring, it was a group which
might have pleased the eye of a more
exacting critic than the old sailor.
Yes, he looks happy, mother" he re-
peated, with a chuckle. 1T was not so
long ago since it was you and / who
were standing like that, and I don't
remember that we were very unhappy,
either. 1t was croquet in our time, n
the ladies' had not reefed in their skirts
quite so taut. What year would it be?
Just before the commission of the Pencil
ope."
Mrs. Hay Denver ran her fingers
through his g~riZzled hair. 1T was when
you came back in the Antelope, just be-
fore you got your step"
"Ah, the old Antelope! What a clip
per she was! She could sail two points
nearer the wind than anything of her
tonnage in the ervice You remember
her mother. You say her come into Ply
mouth Bay. Wasn't she a beauty"
she was indeed, dear. But when I
say that I think that Harold is not
happy I mea in his daily life. Has it
never struck you how thoughtful he is
at times, and how absent-minded?"
"In love, perhaps, the young dog. He
seems to have found snug mornings now
at any rate"
Il think that it is very likely that you
are right, Willy" answered the mother
seriously.
But which Of them
Il cannot tell"
well they are very charming girls,
both of them. But as long as he hangs
in the wind between the w it cannot
be serious. After all, the boy is four
and-twenty, and he made five hundred
pounds last year. He is better able to
marry than l was when l was lieuten-
ant"
Il think that we can see which 1T is
now" remarked the observant mother.
Charles Westmascott had ceased to
knock the tennis balls about, and was
chatting with Clara Walker, while Ida
and Harold Denver were still talking by
the railing with little o%utbursts of
laughter. Presently a fresh set was
formed, and Doctor Walker. the odd
man out. came through the wicket gate
and strolled up the garden walk.
Good evening, Mrs. Hay Denver"
said he. raising his broad stray hat.
May I come inT'
Good evening, doctor, Pray do"
TRY one Of these" said the admiral,
holding out his cigar-case. They are
not bad. / got them on the Mosquito
Coast. I was thinking of signaling to
YOU, but you seemed so very happy out
there"
Mrs Westmascott is a very clever
woman" said the doctor, lighting the
cigar by the way, you spoke about
the Mosquito oas just now. Did you
see much Of the Hyla when you were
out there"
N such name on the list" answered
the with decision. There's
the Hydra, a harbor defense turret-
ship, but she never leaves the home
waters"
The doctor laughed. 1--WE live i'm two
separate worlds" said he. THE Hyla
is the little green tree frog, and BcaIc
has founded some Of his views on pro-
toplasm pon the appearances of its
nerve cells. 1t is a subject in which I
take an interest"
There were vermin of all sorts in the
woods. When l have been on river serv-
ice l have heard it at night like the
engine-room when you are on the
measured mile. You amt sleep for the
piping, and croaking, and chirping.
Great Scott, what a woman that is,
She was across the lawn in three jumps.
She would have mad a captain of the
foretop in the old days"
"She Is a very remarkable ma
"A very cranky one