The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1898-08-05
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Ddrcle TOOK the seat opposite MISS
Bingham, and devoted himself, some
what nervously, to serving her and
keeping her attention from her father.
Everybody is SO kind in these ex-
traordinary places" she began, and her
voice betrayed her unconfessed anxiety,
through the forced society key she had
struck into nervously. Its impossible
to believe all that we hear about the
trouble with the miners: they seem
such respectable men when you meet
them" She stopped in confusion, and
looked at Darcie helplessly.
Are yOu-eXcuse me-are you a
miner?'
Every much So" Darcie answered,
dropping his eyes.
Her own glance fell, and lighted upon
a brown, sinewy hand resting upon the
table-a hand that looked as if it might
have been familiar with golf-stick and
tennis racket, or with paddle and gun,
but scarcely showed a long acquaint-
ance with pick and barrow and drill
Darcie Strengthened himself back in his
chair, and slipped the telltale member
into his pocket. His companion was too
observing by far.
'And is he miner?" she asked, indi-
eating Mike with her eyes.
Eyes, Miss Bingham"
''The same as yourself?"
eve don't inhabit the same person,
quite"
But you do the same work?"
Eyes; only Mike does rather more of
it than I do
Darcie's face wore such an odd, en-
barrassed. defensive expression that
Miss Bingham laughed out loud, a sud-
den girlish peal that sent light shivers
through the young mans nerves; then,
as suddenly, her eyes brimmed up with
tears. She leaned little toward him,
and asked conf1dingly:
where is my -father?"
''He is in bed, Lassure you; he's quite
used up, you know"
She sighed 81 believe can't eat any
supper; thanks, so much"
"Oh. do-won't you try? 1 know the
stuff's abominable."
mo, it isn't at all; it's very nice. But
if you had anything to tell me, you
would tell me, wouldn't you?"
Undoubtedly" Darcie assured her.
She did not believe him; but there
was nothing to be done but wait for the
facts to develop.
Darce was not conscious how intense
was his observation of the girl, while
his thoughts were busy with her situa-
ton. and his own rather mad plan for
taking her fathers place. How should
he put it before her? In the meantime
how lovely she was! The wind had
burned her lips and cheeks, and rough
cred her fair hair. which made soft
nimbus. in the freight, around her
glowing face: the fire was III league
with the wind and rain, weaving spells
of light and shadow to enhance the
charms of color, and feminine eX-
preston in line and attitude. Darcie
must have looked what he could not
say.
"You-you are not an American, are
you. Mr." Miss Bingham hesitated
questioningly.
''Darcie," the presumptive owner OF
that name subjoined.
''Mr. Darcie?" the girl repeated.
"No"-he dwelt upon the word as il
trying to recall her question-'no; Tn
a British tenderfoot-not so tender as
was last April"
His accent pleased her very much
though she would not have chosen to ae
knowledge it: her lips parted in smile
as she repeated his "last April" under
her breath. the broad "a" as broadly as
possible.
I'm rather glad. on the whole, thai
you're not an American" she said. 1--WE
are all Americans. and it gets a bit tire
some," she added, with another CLEAN
'And besides. it helps to account fol
things"
''Does it?" said Darcie. SIN very
glad if it does. Could you impart some
of your light to me?"
WELL" she hesitated. 'if you hat
been an American-with something