Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-13

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Than fhecaffiQye DOES come Epstiias md
they ais get Into ii and startf0r tlieIf severn
miles drive. very slow seven miles at the
end of which laey find themselves ii fhe
small town of Clonbfee, mounting the steep
hill thatleads II the Barracks, which are plac-
Cd on 4 most unsavorg elninence--all fhe
narrow streets leading UP 20 them being
fined with close cabins and tiny houses ttsat
ere anything but sweets 70 the sweet
Entering Tie small harrack- yard, and lind.
ling a door hOspltahlyo ttle Misses Blake
10 up Il wooden sta fcaHe. and presently fnd
themselves ION the laidingplace above,
where filsy are Welcomed efFnAiyelg ly NJ.
Rylle, who Ii ioolsins bigger and hotter and
stoHter than usual.
Captain Goblet IN the IaGgesi room there
arc but two available m these rustic bar-
racks lis sryIIg yginlyto find comfortable
quarter Tor old Lady ROssBlgync. who IS
both deaf and stupid, bur who, teeilng II her
dnty ~ support on all occasions (both fest
tive and otherwise) the emissaries Of her
queen, he's accepted this Invitation, and is
now heartily sorry for her loyalty.
She IS sitting IN durance vile upon low
chair, with q carpet seat and treacherops
nature, that threatens 10 turn upon her and
double her MP al any moment II she dares
to give away toeyen the smallest amount OF
natural animation; so pcrforce the poor old
woman sits still, like patience onsa m0nll-
ment smiling at grief and that her own
grief too, which, OF course, is harder 70
beari
$50 glad you've comei We were quite i'm
despair about you; but better late than
never, eh2" says Mr.. Ryde to Monica with
q fat smile. There is rather much OF too
solid fiesh'' about his face.
II dare say, says Monica, very vaguely;
she Is l00iing ailxi0nsly ronnd har. hoping.
yet dreRdlng, 10 see Desmond.
In the next room can be heard the sound
OF music. my Queen Is being played very
prettlly upon piano by somebody Dane
ing Is evidently going on, and Monica, who
adores 1T feels her toes trembling IN her
shoes.
aMayI have the pleasure Of thisgn says
Mr.. R5de. nl'ye kept II for YOU all along,
YOU know. If you tell mo you have already
given II away, ! shall feel myself aggrieYed
indeed.n
"Was there ever SO silly q Young nan2'
thinks Monica, and then she says aloud,
emo, Ii Is not promised, and lets him place
his arm round her, and reluctantly mingles
with the other dancers, To do him Justice,
he wGltzes very we'll, this fat young marine,
so It cannot be said that she has altogether
bad time, aud she certainly feels a little
glow OF pleasure as she pauses presently y.
recover her breath.
As she does so, her eyes reston Desmond,
He, too, Is dancing, and with Olga Bohun.
fIe Is Whispering 10 his partneE who Is
whispering back to him In a somewhat pro-
nounced fashion, and altogether he Is look
ing radiantly happy, and anything but the
diseOnsOlate swain Monica has been pictur-
ing to herself. He Is smiling down at Olga,
and is apparently murmnfing oil sorts Of
pretty things into her still prettier ear, be-
cause they both look quite at peace with
eacl, other and all the world.
A pang shoots through Monica's heart.
He can be as happy then, with one pretty
woman as with anotheri She by no means,
you uwlil see, depTeciates her own charps.
An he wants Is to have "totherd dear charm
er awayn
at this moment she encounters his eyes,
and answers his glad start OF surprise with
little scornful lowering OF her lids. After
which, being fully aware that he is still
watching her i'm hurt aInazement she turns
a small, pale, but very encouraging face mp
to Ryde, and says, prettily,--
"You said was late just now. Was lT'
VERY. AT least Il seemed so tome" says
Ryde, with heavy alteration In bis glance.
Feeling rather than seeing, that Mr.. Des'
! mOnd has brought his fair companion to an
anchor close behind her, Monica says IN q
soft, sweet voice.,
"I didn't mean to be late. No, indeed!
hurried Rll could; but my aunts are slow
to move. / was longing TO be here, but
they would make no haste" III
"You really longed TO be hereg" asks he,
eagerly. well, that tOds good Of youl And
now you have come you viii be kind TO me,
won't you? You will, give me all the dances
| you can spare%'
"That would be a great many" says she,
| laughing little. "You might tire Of me II
said yes to that The fact Is, ] know no.
body here, and certainly there Is no one
care to dance with"
''You will have another tale to tell later
on, returns he gazing with unrepressed ad
miration at her charming face. Before tht
avalanche Of worshipers descends, promise
me all the waltzes,
'Are my dances, then, so necessary Il
your with a swift upward glance.
"They are, at all events, the only ones
care for,n retMnshe, clumsily, but heartily
''All the others viii lie in the scale with
| duty"
Every subjects duty is the kings; but
every subjects soul Is his own" quotes
Monica, lightly. "Why dance unless yor
wish lt9''
because my soul Is not my own, re
| spends he, with a sigh, II am bound Il
dance with every undanceable woman hers
| to-day, or they will go home and reyile me
You ought to be sorry for me ii youaTen'E
"Well, I am, says Monica; 'md 50 yor
shall have every waltz on the programme,
With this she lets him take her In hi'
arms again, and float away with her TO tbs
strains OF the waltz then playing, aud fal
away from Desmond's Jealous ears.
aWell, had no idea it was in her" says
| Mrs. BOhItn, in a bTeathless sort of manner
when Monica has quite vanished "Alltha
was meant for you, you know; and hoN
tOeu she diditF
"But aChy should 1t be meant for me
| What have done that she should SO i'll us'
me2n says Desmond, also breathless "AnC
you spsak of her as if you admired her anC
she ought to be praised for her conduct
when You hava Just heard from my own lip
! how devotedly am attached to herI'
* cannot help admirkDg genius when 1 se'
! it, says Olga, with a gay laugh. 'Shi
1 made Mp her mind--naughty little thmg r.
/ to make you miserable a minute ago, and
she succeeded What can compare witt
success But In very truth, Brian tappinl
| his arm Familiarity with her fan IAN actioi
| Monica notes from the other side of tia
room), II would see you d victor too, and y
/ this cause. She Is as worthy Of YOU as yoV
4 OF her, and a fig for ones cousins and sister
and aunts, when Cupid leads the way
She has thrown up her head, and is look
ina fun Of spirit, when young Ronayne, ap
/ preaching her, says, snliling,
sThis IS our dance. think, Mrs. Bohung
'sfs Il? SO far, SO goodp9 She turns Saat
to Brian: Faint heart never won fai
4 lady she says, warningly.
II cannot accuse myself OF any feebienes
Of that sort, says Desmond, glooinily. "a
YOU see, 1t al rests with her.
.'Perhaps she lsafraid of thefamily fend,
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