Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-03-19

dazzle her with his worldly knowledge, IL
nothing else. Yet how she despised his
knowledge, and with what contempt she
heard him speak Of his various experienced
Nothing seemed TO jar upon her and to ir-
ritate her as did his Alterations. She was
looking one morning at q very beautifully
veined leaf, which she passed over to Miss
Hastings.
us it not wonderful" she asked; and the
captain, with his eye-glass, came to look at
1t.
Are you short-sighted?' she asked him,
abruptly.
mot in the least" he replied.
as Your sight defective?" she continued.
mo, not in the least degree"
'Then why do you use that eye-glass, Cap
tain Langton?'
'I--ah-why, because everybody uses one"
he replied.
II thought it was only women who did
that kind of thing-followed q fashion for
fashions sake" she said with some little
contempt.
The next morning the captain descended
without his eye-glass, and Miss Hastings
smiled as she noticed ii.
Another Of his alterations was a pretended
inability to pronounce his IT'S" and "rs."
Can you really not speak plalnly"' she
said TO him one day.
"Most decidedly | cam he replied, won
dering what was coming next.
Then, why do you call rove 'woye' in
that absurd fashdonp'
The captains face flushed.
ut is a habit / have fallen into, / sup
pose" he replied. II must break myself of
It"
at is about the most eiIeminate habit a
man can fall into" said Miss Darrell. II
think that, if i were q soldier, | should de-
light in clear, plain speaking. / cannot UNI
derstand why English gentlemen seem TO
think IL fashionable TO mutilate their mother
tongue"
There was no chance @. their ever agree
ing-they never did even for one single
hour.
what are you thinking about, Pauline%
asked Miss Hastings one day.
Her young pupil had fallen into n reverie
over ''Ihe History Of the PeninSular War"
II am thinking" she replied, that, al
though France boasts SO much of her milf
tary glory England has a superior army; her
soldiers are very brave; her officers the truest
gentlemen"
II am glad to hear that you think so. l
have often wondered il you would take our
guest as a sample"
Her beautiful lips curled with unutterable
contempt.
Certainly not. ] often contrast him with
a Captain LafosSe, who used 70 visit us in
the Rue d'Orme, a grand man with a brown,
rugged face, and great brown hands. Cap
tain Langton is q coXcomb-neither more
nor less, Miss Hastings"
but he is polished, refined, elegant in his
manner and address, which, perhaps, your
friend with the brown, rugged face was not"
1--WE shall not agree, Miss Hastings, we
shall not agree. | do not like Captain Lang
ton"
TIL governess, remembering all that Sir
Oswald wished. tried in vain to represent
their visitor in a more favorable light. Miss
Darrell simply looked naughty and uncon-
yinced.
II am years younger than YOU" she SAID,
at last, "and have seen nothing Of what you
call life; hut the instinct Of my own heart
tells me that he is false in heart, in mind, in
soul; he has a false, ilattcring tongue, false
lips, false principlcs-we will not speak Of
him"
Miss Hastings looked at her sadly.
do you not think that in time, perhaps,
you may Ike him hctter?"
Continued Next Week.)