Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-03-12

They walked ON for some minutes In perfect
silence: then Pauline turned to him sud-
denly.
"Hiaye you been long in the army, Captain
Langton?"
Flattered by a question that seemed to
eyince SOME personal interest, he fastened
10 reply!
More than eight years. 1 Joined when 1
was twenty"
'.Haye you seen any seryiceY' she asked:
mo" lie replied. my regiment had been
for many years i'm active service just before
joined. so that we have been at home since
them
I'm inglorious ease" she said. ,rs
I'VE are ready for work. he returned,
"when work comes" *.
'Ilow do you employ your timer she ask
ed: and again he was fiattered by the inter-
est that the question showed. His face flush
ed. Here was q grand opportunity of show
! ing this naughty girl, this ''proudest Darrell
| of them ALL" that he was eagerly sought att
er in society such as she had not yet seen.
"You have no conception of the immense
number of engagements that occupy our
time,'' he replied; II am fond of horses-l
take AN interest in all races"
Ii he had added that he was one OF the
greatest gamblers on the turf, he would have
spoken truthtully.
"Horse racing" said Miss Darrell--'that
Is the favorite occupation of oil English gen.
tlcmen, is it not?'
81 should imagine so. Then | am coisid-
ered-you must pardon my boastlng,-one OIL
the best billiard players in London"
THAT is not much of a boast" she remark-
ed, with such quiet contempt that the cap
| If. ..,,1l ,,l,, 1D,l- az lar In cbanr xynnHar.
There are balls, operas, parties, suppers
Il cannot tell what; and the ladies' engross
n great deal OF our time. We soldiers never
forget our devotion and chivalry to the fair
sex. Miss Darrell"
''The fair sex should be grateful that they
share your attention with horses and bill
iards." she returned. But what else do you
do. Captain Langton? i was not thinking OF
such trifleS as these"
'Trihes!" he repeated. 81 do not call
horse racing trihe. / was within an inch
of winning the Derby-I mean to say a horse
of mine was. If you call that a trife, Miss
Darrell, you go near to upsetting English So
ciety altogether"
"But what great things do you do?" she
repeated, her dark eyes opening wider. you
cannot mean seriously that this is all. DO
you never NIllti pdlHl-H"'Os "" -" "'
ton at alp ,
II do not know what you call AMBITION,
he replied, s~ullenly; las for writing and
painting, in England we pay people to do
that kind of thing for MS. You do not think
that | would paint a picture, even If | couldP,
Il should think YOU clever if you did that"
she returned; "at present | cannot see that
YOU do anything requiring mind or intellect
Miss Darrell" he said, looking at her,
"you are a radical, ! believe"
"a radicai?' she repeated, slowly. II am
not quite sure, Captain Langton, that know
what that means"
"You believe in aristocracy Of intellect
and all that kind of nonsense he continued.
why should a man who paints u picture be
any better than the man who understands
the good points of a hOrse?'
"Why, indCcd?' she asked, satirically.
ave will not argue the question, for we
should not agree"
Il had her there" thought the captain.
"She could not answer me. Some of these
women require a high hand to keep them in
order"
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