Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-20

"You know very we'll what you confessed
while ago,-that-that- you aoere'! Thcrep
"WhereS'
Flirting with Olga Bohunr'
"What?
You did. You know you did, Oh, what
perfdy! Only moment since you declared
1t openly, shamelessly; and now you deny
1t! Why, l wouldn't have believed 1t, even
OF you. How can you pretend to forget it?'
But that there are tears born of real emo
ton In her great eyes, Mr.. Desmond would
assuredly believe she is making vast Joke
ut his expense, so innocent is he of any Of
fense.
IF by some unfortunate method, he says,
calmly, 'you have metamorphosed any
speech of mine into declaration relative to
Irritation with Mrs. Bohun, you have done
an mcommonly clever thing. You have
turned lie into truth. l never said even
one spoony word to Olga Bohunin all my
life."
'Then why" in still much-aggrieved
tone, but with strong symptoms of relenting,
did you say you wereT'
II don't remember saying il at ALL" says
poor Mr.. Desmond, who has forgotten all
about his interrupted remark.
Then what were you saying to Olga just
as l came in?''
'Oh! hatr'-brightenn into remem.
brance of the past by the greatest good luck,
or the quarrel might have proved final one
(Which would have been sad pity, as so
many right good ones follow iD. "You
stopped me just now when was going TO
tell you about Ii. When You came this even
ing was dancing with Olga, and talking to
her OF y0m 1t was some small consolation" /"
But you were smiling at her." saws Monl.
ca, falterng, land whispering to her lcllis.
pe,'ing"
'0f you. You believe me? Monica, look
at me. Do you know I really think that"
But this valuable thought is forever lost.
Glancing at his companion, he sees change
come over the spirit of her face. Her eyes
brighten; but not with pleasurable antlcipa-
ton. Quite the reverse. She lays her hand
suddenly upon his arm, and gazes into the
landing-place beneath.
There is Aunt Prscillar she SAYS, i'm an
awe-struck tone. "She has just come out
of that room. She is kno,o,"--a guilty
conscience making coward of her, ,-"look-
ing for me. She may come here! Go, gov
But can't leave you here alone"
Yes, you can, you can, indeed. Only try
1t. Mr.. Desmond, please co." This she
says so anxiously that he at once decides
Ntnougn Win the utmost reluctance) there
Is nothing left him but to obey.
Now Mr.. Kelly, when he quilted the fatal
staircase proceeds to n certain corner and
soon discovers that his near neghbors are
the deadly enemies of an hour gone,-i.e.,
Mrs. Bohun and Ulic Ronayne.
No faintest trace of spleen is TO be dis
covered in their tones All is once more
sunshine. Past storms are forgotten. They
have evidently been carrying on their dis
cusslon for considerable time whilst dane
ing because it is only the very end of it that
Is reserved for Mr.. Kelly's de!ectation. lie,
poor man, is hemmed In on every side, and
finds to his horror he cannot make his
escape. This being so, he resigns himself
with grim sense of Irony to the position
allotted him by fate, and, being a careful
man, makes up his mind, too, to derive what
amusement from 1t that he can.
$50 you see everything depends upon
Judgment" says the fair widow, tanning
herself languidly, but smiling archly.
"A good deal, certainly"
"EuerUthing, say. Determination to
succeed, and the power to do it, are strong
in themselves; but jugdment tempers all
things. And how few possess all threew
Continued Next Week.)