Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-05-31
The World Against Him
BY WILL N. HARLEM.
Copyright. 1900. by
A. N. Kellogg Newspaper Company.
CHAPTER IV.-CoNTINUED.

was on his feet, speeches. with sur
prise.
II heard every word,' she said, with
sigh, ''and at first I was almost
frightened to death. I was going to
interfere if he had-had accepted your
challenge, but when I saw that he did
not intend to fight you 1 remained
silent. was an eavesdropper-I con-
fess that-but simply had to listen.
1t was really terrible-your voice
your looks!"
He was overwhelmed with confu-
sion.
II feel as if could never be par
doned, Miss Hasbrooke," he managed
to say, after little pause 81 am on
your grounds and Capt. Wrinkle is the
guest of your house."
She shrugged her shoulders and sat
down on the seat he had just left.
81 am going to say what l really
would not say if it were not all set
tied between you, Mr.. Fanshaw," she
was putting the stems of her fern
leaves together in her left hand, "and
that is that I do not blame you
much"
'You do not really?"
For moment she gave him full
glance from her deep sympathetic
eyes.
81 did not sleep a wink last night,
Mr.. Fanshaw. was SO angry with him
that I could not close my eyes. I
came near asking my father to send
him away. From a mans standpoint
presume you have done all that can
he DONE"
He sat down by her.
II never let my temper get the pest
of me, Miss Hasbrooke, without feel-
ing dissatisfied with myself. 1 re-
Trained from striking him when l
found he would not fight, but what l
finally did was just as bad" He was
looking at the buttons and shoulder
straps in his hands.
Evelyn laughed softly.
.'He may not lave any more buttons
here in the country" she said, land he
may have to discard his favorite suit
for awhile
Il did it in a spasm of uncOntrol-
liable anger" was Ronald's defense.
HE deserved more than that slight
humiliation" she smiled; land yet you
must not try to conquer the divine in
clination you now have to pity him.
1t shows you are truly noble-noble!"
Ronald blushed to the roots of his
hair.
"When he refused to fight me- he
said, II ought to have left him. l think
l could if his reasons for not fighting
had not been quite so eNasperating."
81 am going to help you about the
buttons and the shoulder-straps," an
swered Evelyn. II have maid who
can hold her tongue. l am going to
get her to borrow the captains coat
from his room, and I shall restore his
plumage."
He smiled, a new light in his eyes.
II really think should like to have
YOU do it, if you WILL" said he.
.:.He will wonder who did it," she
laughed, "and half hope he will sus
pect me of knowing something about
it; he is tiresome in all things, but he
has more to say about his courage
than anything else.''
Just then the plantation bell rang.
''Oh, you men are awful-awfnl!'
she went on, grown suddenly serious.
IF Capt. Wrinkle had been of differ
cnt type you would have been shoot
ing at each other at this moment
she checked herself; there was tense
look about her lips. "You would have
been in great trouble (for no man
can escape it who has killed another).
Then he might have taken your life
He understood, and his heart beat
wildly.
IF he had been of different type:
he would not have treated me as he
did, and I should not have been here
this morning.
She gathered up her ferns and f!ow-
ers and rose.
"That is quite true she rejoined.
with look towards the house. Il must
be going now; good-by."
She took the buttons and sleeve Or
naments from him, and put them into
her pocket, and then held out her
hand. "Good-by," she said again.
When Evelyn reached the house and
had en- tered the great hall she called to
her maid, Marie, mulatto girl, to take
care of her ferns and flowers.
"Have you seen Capt. Wrinkle this
morning." Evelyn asked.
The maid laughed impulsively as she
filled her hands with the damp green
things.
"Yessum, I seed i'm, an he acted
mighty strange. never seed man act
so quar- in my life" Again Marie
laughed.
what do you mean, Marie?'
"Welium," answered the maid, u no
ticed i'm go out fur his walk tods de
spring, an I would er bet my life dat he
had on his brass buttons an de straps
on his shoulder, kase 1 seed um shlnln
in de sun; he was smokin' an walkln
as clipper as er game rooster, but about
fifteen minutes ago I seen i'm slinkin
up de servants stairs on his tip-toes. L
met i'm face to face. did, an, young
miss, as God is in Heaven, he didn't
have sign of a button on is coat
an he'd cut off his shoulder straps,
too, an more dan dat, he looked as
mean as a cgg-suclSin' dog
Marie giggled again. She had, with
the usual perspicacity of her race
OWNED that the officer was not in high
favor with her mistress.
AT this juncture Capt. Ninkie'
dressed from head to foot in snowy
duck, came down the front staircase.