Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-04-11
60" he retortsd. "But I hope you will
bear the temperature moment

bear the temperature moment
longer"
'.You wish to speak to me, sir?"
He was evidently under great agita-
tion and he seemed to reduce his voice
to calmness only by extra effort.
ST have for some time suspected that
you were allowing yourself to become
interested in that country pumpkin"
he said, almost brutally; ''but did not
dream till tonight that you were In
correspondence with him."
Most of your dreams occur at night,
do they not, captain?" Evelyn had
lifted her eyebrows and was smiling
coldly, defiantly.
81 guess there is no dream about your
corresponding with him-at least that
he has written you to-day" returned
Wrinkle, in white heat. "YoI have
been in the house all the afternoon, and
besides no one but him could have
could have"
Wrinkle found himself sliding into a
pitfall of his own making, and the
startled vacuity of his small face caused
Evelyn to laugh out immoderately.
"Ohl" she exclaimed, you think he
wrote me about the shearing process"
For moment the captain could only
stare stupidity, then a lame defense
came to his lips.
81 could not think of anyone else
who could report such lie TO you," he
said.
"Then I am not to believe that it re-
ally happened?" queried Evelyn.
"The very idea is absurd on the face
of it," was the captains perturbed re-
Spouse.
81 can't believe that Mr.. Fanshaw
would write me q deliberate false
hood" she returned, still smiling tan
talizingly. "He is quite truthful and
honorable"
Wrinkles lip curled and quivered inn
potently.
do you consider it an honorable
thing to write lie about man-a-a
rival? I presume may call him
that, since you have encouraged him
to that extent"
He has never thought of you as a
"a rival" Knocked Evelyn, with pro-
nounced sneer. She moved towards
the others, but he grasped her arm
and detained her. His fury was now
unbridled.
81 shall report this to your father
he threatened.
"You intend to tell my father that
correspond with Mr.. Fanshaw?" she
asked, sternly, coldly.
II shall feel it Eay duty as his friend
knowing that he would disapprove o.
it, and that you are doing most fool
ish thing"
"Then you will tell him false
hood" she said, with white smile
and eyes which flashed like diamonds
in the moonlight.
"You do not correspond with him
He has not written to you to-day?"
HE has never written me line il
/ his life. l happened to be listene
to his challenge and witness to you
cowardice. AS for his unique hu
initiation of you, actually quivere'
with delight when he cut off you
brazen badges of bravery. He repent
ed Of having done it-like brave MAJ
would-when he saw that had seen
all, and he gave me the things to Sc,
back on your coat, but you are fight
. ing with a woman now, and
, shall retain them. may need the1
in the future"
Il He shrank from her as if she ha
) struck him in the face. And with
little haunting laugh, Evelyn left hin
She was SO agitated that she avoide
the others who were listening to tn
$ negroes as they sang spirited ballad
:, If Ronald Fanshaw could have wi,
q messed what passed at Carnleigh tina
e evening, it might have softened hi
d sharp self-censure for what he ha
done in the heat of passion. He ha
t always looked upon duelling as rad
cally wrong, and he now told himse
e he had gone too far in further hurnil
It ating a man after he had tacitl
a thrown himself on his mercy. Befol
he had quilted the colonel's wood thu
n morning he was brought face to fae
with product of his example tn,
q added fresh sting to his general di
I content.
I He had almost reached the bounta1
i fence when he came upon his shagg,
y haired, barefooted brother, standir
up to his ankles in the wet loan of
a swampy spot. Dave was leaning on
n rifle as tall and sturdy-looking as hir
IS self, an old-fashioned treasure whic
e he brought out only on special occ
r, sions, such as prize shooting match
y at which he was champion shot.
y and when there was a threaten.
o "black uprising"
o "Why, Dave, what are you doir
e here?" Ronald asked, in astonis
It ment.
"Huh! I amt a-doin' nothin'. b,
If what I would a-done, eff I'd a-bes
n needed, would a-been plenty"
His brother stared at him.
g "You mean you thought of taking
n hand, Dave?"
ID II was a-goin' to give you 70
'r chance fust," said the fellow; "br
N you bet, was a-goin' to see which OF
n. was able to keep on his feet after Il
e. scrap, an eff it had a-been him, he
n a-been my meat. blowed this tut
out with prayer" (Dave patted Ii
re gun caressingly and smiled). 81 kiss
r. my patchin', blessed my powder, a
rammed my lead home with the ar
of justice to all men,"
Dave, that would have been mu
der"
Murder dogs hind foot! Eff tn
little cymlin'-headed puppy had kill
you, Ron, I'd a settled his hash eff !
a-had to do It with my bare fists
Z Dave broke into an impulsive laug
"By hunkey, Ron, you give me t
sbivers awhile ago. l wasn't nil
enough to hear what was passin' twi
you an him, but when seed you dra
yore knife an ketch i'm by the collt
thought you was goin' to dig out /
Heart, an that he was a-goin' to stal
y still while you was at 1t. What in t
2 name O. common sense was you d
imp"