Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-12-30

Says monica; III Is very ungrateful OF you,
when you know how kind they are, and
how fond of YOU"
We'll, I'm fond of them too" says Ter
ence, remorsefully but gloonily; "and Id
be even fonder, If they would only leave me
alone. Bat they keep such a lookout on q
fellow, that sometimes f,el Ike cutting
s!e whole thing and making clean bolt
of it,n
III YOU ram away YOU would soon be wish
ili5 yourself back again. says. Monica,
scomfnly. "Yon know you will have no
money until you are twenty-onc. People
pretend to be disc Dntentel at times, with
their lives; bat in III, loas run they gener-
a ly acknowledge 'th3ro is no plac3 like
home"
NO, think go5laess, thars isn't" says
Terence, with moody fervor. Nh acknowl-
edge 1t ut olch, without the run. To haze
frequent rtpetitlons of it would be more
than human nature coull endure | have
! known two homes already; l should think
q third would be my death"
So saying, he shoulders the forbidden gun
and marches Off.
Monica and Kit getting down from their
Elevated position, also pursue their path
which leads in contrary direction.
Monica" says Kit, presently, slipping
ters arm, what did Terry mean Just now
when he spoke of some one being srbons'
tn you? Does that mean being In love with
Sou?'
u don't know" said Monica In troubled
tone. IF | ever had 4 lover before, should
kH0tc. but
That means he is" says the astute Kit.
and I'm sure" with little loving squeeze
OF her arm, II don't wonder at IT,"
You must not say that" says Monica.
earnestly. Indeed, he said few hlings to
me, but that is nothing; and"
You think he likes you?'
"Yes," reluctantly.
II believe he adores the very ground you
walk on"
"Oh, no, indeed"
IF you say that he isn't a real lover. A
real one, to my mind, ought to be ready and
willing to kiss the impressions your heels
may make IN the EARTH"
That would be the act OF fool, and Mr..
Desmond is not fool"
Ergo, not lover. And yet think he is
UOluS, Monica coaXingly, "did he say any
pretty things 10 yOu"'
What should he sayP only met him
! tw cc."
You are prevaricatng," gazing at her
severely. "Why don't you answer me hon
cstlyP'
II don't know what you call pretty
things"
"Yes, you do. Did he tell you your eyes
/ were deep deep wells of love- and that your
face was full of sOul?''
mo, he did not" says Monica, somewhat
Indignantly; "cc,tdinly not The ideaw
HE must have said something to you,"
says Kit arllessly, Darling love, why won't
! you tell your own Kitten all about it?'
A little smile quivers round Monica's lips.
"Well, | will, them" she says. In her
/ heart believe she is glad to confide in
| somebody, and why not in Kit the sympa-
! thetic? First, he made me feel he was de-
! lighted to meet me again. Then he asked
/ me to GO for walk alone with him; then
/ he said he was-my loverv "And then he
asked me to meet him again to-day with
/ UOu.'
with mel think that was very delicate
OF him." She Is evidently ilattered by this
notice Of her existence. Plainly, If not the
rose in his estimation, she is to be treated
with the respect due TO the roses sister. 1t
is all charming! she feels waited upward,
and incorporated, as 1t were, in real love
affair. Yes, she will be the guardian angel
OF these thwarted lovers.
And what did you say?' she asks, with
| a gravity that BELTS the occasion.
II refused" in a low tone.
"To meet him?"
"Yes."
with mer' says the dragon Of propriety.
eyes"
"But why?"
Because of Aunt Priscilla" Aud then
she tells her all about Aunt Prisclla's
speech in the carriage, and her reply to it.
II never heard such rubbishy request in
my lifew says the younger Miss BercSfOrd,
diSdainfully. 1T Is really beneath notice.
And when all is told it means nothing. AS
read II, it seems you have only promised
! to forget you ever spoke to Mr.. Desmond;
you haven't promised never to speak TO him
again." Thus the little Jesuit
That was not what Aunt Priscilla meant"
IF she meant anything, il was folly.
And, after all, what is this dreadful quarrel
between us and the Desmonds all about? 1t
lives in Aunt Priscilla's brain. I'll tell you
what think, Monica. l think Aunt Pris-
ella was once in love with old Mr.. Des-
mOnd, and mother cut her out; and now,
just because she has been disappointed in
/ her own love-afIair, she wants to thwart you
in yours"
''She doesn't indeed. Any one but Mr..
Desmond might show me attention, and she
would be pleased. She was quite glad when
Mr. Ryde-well-wh he made himself
agreeable to me-"
From all you told me of him, he must
have made himself diSlgreeable. I'm per-
fectly certain should hate Mr. Ryde, and
Pm equally sure should like Mr.. Desmond.
What did he say to you, darling, when you
refused to meet him even with me?" She
lays great stress on this allllsion to herself.
"I1e said might do as / chose, but that
he would meet me again, whether liked it
or not, and SOOnr'
Now, that's the lover for nep says Kit,
enthusiastically. mo giving in, no shiTly-
shallying, but downright determination.
He's an honest man, and we all know what
an honest man is,-'the nobleSt work of
Cod I'm certain lie will keep his word,
and do hope shall be with you when next
you meet him, as | should like to make
friends with him."
AT this moment it occurs to Monica that
she never before knew how very, ucry fond
she Is of Kit.
oh, well, l don't suppose can see him
again for ever SO long," she says. But even
as the words pass her lips she knows she
does not mean them, and remembers with a
little throb of pleasure that he had said he
would see her again SoOl Soon! why, that
might mean this evening, -nOw,-dny mo-
nent! lnstinctivey she lifts her head and
looks around her, and there, just little
way off, is a young man coming quickly to-
ward her, bareheaded and in evening dress.
II told you how ii would be-" says Kit i'm
nervous whisper, taking almost a bit out
or poor Monica'S arm in her excitement.
''Oh, when have a lover [ hone he will be
like he"
Her grammar has gone after her nerve.
Monica Is silent; some color has gone from
her cheeks, and her heart is beating faster.
1t Is her very first dfdire, so we must for
give her. The bareheaded young man has
come up TO her by this time, and is holding
Qut his Lanl .ila,atl.- nLa