Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-11-18

The shaft, and looked, and"
Here he pauses, as though slightly over
come.
"what, my dear?' asks Miss Priscilla,
anxiously.
''Thc9e was Monica lying In an aesthetic
attitude,-aerD @sthetic,-with her chin In
her hands, and her eyes on the horses ears,
and her thoughts presume In heaven, OF
wherever young ladies keep them and with
her heels"
ut isn't truc,-it isn'tr' interrupts Moni-
ca, biushing furiously, ard speaking with
much Indignation. Il don't believe single
word OF itr'
"And with her heels"
'Tercncer
"In mid-air. She was kicking them up
and down with delight" says Terence, fair
ly bubbllng over with JOY at the recollec-
ton. 1T was the most humiliating sight
for modest brother. / shall never forgive
her for it. Besides, the strange young man
was"
IF you say another word" says Monica,
white with wrath and with tears in her eyes
II shall never speak to you again, or help
you out Of any trouble
This awful threat has the desired effect OF
reducing Mr.. Beresford to subjection. He
goes down before the foe, and truckles to
her meanly:
"You needn't take II so much to heart" /"
he says, soothingly; there wasn't much in
IT, after all and your shoes are very pretty,
and so are your feet"
The compliment works wonders; Monica
quite brightens mp again, but the two old
ladies are hopclessly scandallzed.
II feel assured, Terence" says Miss Pris-
ella, with much dignity, that under no cir
c,mstances could niece Of mine show too
much of her-her---"
Here Miss Priscilla bushes, and breaks
down
"Legs?' suggests Terry politely.
but who was the strange young manr'
asks Miss Penelope curiously.
sour friend Of the hay-cart said his name
was Desmond, and that lie was nephew to
the master of the house behind the big
gates" returns Kit, fluently
'Desmond"' y says Miss Priscilla greatly
agitated. Let me never hear you mention
that name again! 1t has been our bane !
Forget you have ever been so unfortunate
as to encounter this young man; and II i'll
luck should ever drive him across your path
again, remember you do nOt-you never can
know him."
"But I'm certain he will know Monica If
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her as II she had seven heads"
mo wonder, considering her equiyocal
position. And as to knowing Monica, I'm
not certain Of that, Of course, but Pm utter
" positive he could swear to her shoes in a
erowd," says Terence, with mholy delight.
Gle was enchanted with them, and with the
clocks Oh her stockings; | think he was
taking the pattern Of them"
"He was not" says Monica, almost weep
ing. "IIe couldn't see them. i was too
high up"
'Terence," says Miss Priscilla, growing
very pale, 'you must never see him again,
or, at all events, you must never speak to
him. Understand, once for all, that intimacy
between us and the Inhabitants Of CoOle Is
impossible. This feud hint at touches you
even more closely than it touches us, but
you cannot feel it more than we do, perhaps
not as much. The honor OF our family has
suffered at the hands of the Master of Coole.
He Is the enemy of our house! You can
make friends where you choose but would
have you recolect that neuer can Beres-
ford and Desmond have aught In COM
, mon."
"But what have the Desmond s done to us,
Aunt Priscilla?" asks Monica, good deal
awed by the old ady's Solemnty.
! "Some other time you shall know ALL"
says Miss Priscilla, in the low tone one
might adopt If speaking of the last appall-
ing murder.
"Yes, some time" echoes Miss Penelope,
gently.