Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-06-07
The World Against Tim
BY WILL N. HARDEN.
Copyright. 1900 by
AN. Kellogg Newspaper Company.
CHAPTER vI.-CoSTuSuED.

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his fingers tightly on the smooth topof
the mahogany table. For one second
he glared like a condemned maa at the
speaker and then the fierce stare Of her
eyes bore his own to the ground.
Perhaps" spoke up Mr.. Hardy,
whose jests were rare and often too
personal, and who did not admire the
captain, perhaps Capt. Wrinkle did not
tell us all the story after all. noticed
that he was not wearing his togs to-
day"
Capt. Wrinkle seemed to have lost his
speech. And the colonel, fearing that
his daughter had inadvertently made a
disagreeable comparison, frowned up
at her.
"What are you talking about, Eve
lyn?" he asked sharply.
"Oh, only little story have read
she said, coldly. II shall try to look IT
up. It had beautiful moral"
With that parting shot at the COVER
ing victim of his own folly, she drew
Mrs. Lancaster again out on the We
randa.
"Why, dear, you have almost fright
ened me-" said Mrs. Lancaster. under
her breath. "What did you mean by
what you said?"
Il meant to cut the very soul of that
little coward, if he has one,' the girl
said, fiercely. II almost feel as IT L
ought to have exposed him to the others
before whom he was posing as brave
man when he is no more than"
Evelyn had been speaking so rapid
ly that her words ran upon one another
and became jumbled, unintelligible
mass. -
Mrs. Lancaster turned Evelyn's
white, imprisoned face towards the
light of the moon and grasped her rigid
hands. "You almost brighten me, dar-
ling" she repeated; what has wrought
you up to such pitch of excitement?'
II think ought to tell you all about
it," answered Evelyn, after moments
deliberation, "but it must be in conf
dence."
"You can trust me, DEAR" the sweet
old lady assured her.
They sat down in a hammock and
Evelyn kept it in motion with her slip
percd feet as they rested lightly on the
floor.
do you remember the young man I
showed you at church that day?"
"The one," questioned Mrs. Ian
caster, "who you said had saved your
life?"
eyes; do you remember him."
"Quite well; his face made wonder
full impression on me, and 1 have
thought of him hundred times after
all you told me of his struggle to bet
ter his condition and educate himself.
I don't think ever saw finer speci-
men of physical manhood; he had SUI
perb face. Were you abiding to him?'
Then in a low voice full of agitation
Evelyn explained.
For several minutes after the girl
had finished the old lady remained
silent, then she asked gently, cautious
ly, as if she were treading on ground
upon which she had not been invited:
"Do YOU realize what all this means,
dear Evelyn?"
II realize that Mr.. Farshaw is a
friend of mine, and that Capt. Wrinkle
has tried to humiliate him in public"
II did not mean exactly that" the
widow corrected, quickly. ut is your
own danger that am thinking about"
my danger?" Evelyn emphasized the
first word.
'Yes, you see it is difficult for young
girl to be wholly in sympathy with
such noble, suffering character as this
Mr.. Fanshaw without running risk
of becoming dangerously interested.
Young girls are prone to care for what
is withheld from them, and you may
not be an exception to the rule. You
ought to keep the fact always before
you that nothing but disaster could
come from an alliance with one so far
beneath you, at least in point of birth;
sou see what mean"
Evelyn drew herself up stiff1y.
"You need have no fears in that d.
rection," she averred. 1--WE have Meth
er of us thought of that
''But,'' gently persisted the old lady,
"you may not even now know your own
heart. 1 am afraid you could not have
been so fierce just now had the captain
been talking about any other man.
II don't like to think for moment,
Mrs. Lancaster, that Mr.. Fanshaw is
beneath us in any respect
sAh," interrupted the older woman,
"that is still another proof OF your
peril; you even want to feel that ne is
your equal, when, my poor child, all
that YOU may know him to be mentally,
morally or otherwise cannot make him
so. Remember your fathers pride-the
high standing of your family. 1t would
break his heart, Evelyn
"What would break his heart?' burst
petulant!y from the girls lips.
1T would break his heart to refuse
YOU ANYTHING, and yet he could not
consent to your marrying into such
family as Mr.. Fanshaws.
Evelvn's face was very white, and IN
the moon light it looked ghastly.
1T have never dreamt Of such a
thing" she said, quite truthfully. l
have thought only of his happiness
have only prayed that ne might 'ri-
umph over all the obstacles in his way
TO success and happiness"
The negro quarter, consisting OF
village of about thirty log cabins, lay on
the left of the mansion, and from Its
intricate, lanel!ke streets came three
mulatto musicians. carrying guitar,
mandolin and mouth organ. Ihey
paused at the steps and began play
ING. This caused the card players, who
were evidently tired of their game, to